<?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-9219917051028690162</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:47:13.756-07:00</updated><category term='12 days of christmas'/><title type='text'>Silly Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>The Chloe Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3334064262162459363</id><published>2012-02-08T18:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:34:32.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't hide our warrior pride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Meet my basketball team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi1cfan7pG4/TzMiPtzGmSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/c8BSCFqkII8/s1600/IMG_4778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi1cfan7pG4/TzMiPtzGmSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/c8BSCFqkII8/s320/IMG_4778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706942806195869986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLybdsBWVHU/TzMiQBKWLqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/52amcQozuNM/s320/IMG_4779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706942811393633954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say that I've been converted to the warrior side is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3334064262162459363?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3334064262162459363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3334064262162459363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3334064262162459363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3334064262162459363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-cant-hide-our-warrior-pride.html' title='We can&apos;t hide our warrior pride...'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi1cfan7pG4/TzMiPtzGmSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/c8BSCFqkII8/s72-c/IMG_4778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-959794384637794486</id><published>2012-02-08T17:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:07:26.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories//2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;-painted&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day on the job us, those unable to start building the house, set off on a journey to go painting. Modesta, the hermana we were building the house for, knew of a family who could use some painting done. Note: Those who live down in Mexico love bright colors of paint on their house. It's like their joy of their home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKwn71tYArM/TzMaefVT-hI/AAAAAAAAAio/xGL4foI_8F8/s320/painting%2Bcrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706934263917836818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people had brought down paint, bright paint, to paint random people's houses. So before leaving the church for the day I had collected all kinds of different colors of paint. Once arriving at the hermans house we got painting hard core. We painted her outside wall magenta and her inside wall a cream/yellow color. While painting my buddy, Colton, accidentally got some paint on one of the doors. Instead of just leaving that one painted spot there, we decided that we would paint over it with another color. Their son David was showing interest in painting. Shelby being the sweetheart that she is invited him to come paint some of the inside wall with her. After the painting door incident I had noticed that that door was David's door. Having Shelby's brother Jordan there to translate he asked David's sister what color David wanted to paint his door. He decided that he wanted it painted green. Halfway through painting his door I came up with a brilliant plan. I quickly told Jordan my plan and he agreed. We then had Jordan translate and tell David that he was going to cover his hands in blue paint and put handprints all over the door. As David's sister told him, he seemed very excited yet curious. Once he started placing his handprints on the door he was laughing and smiling the whole time. To reach the top of the door Jordan had to lift David by his waist. As Jordan was lifting him up I guess David's pants were "falling down". I wish boys today would know when their pants were falling down because this little boy was sure embarrassed about it and his pants falling down didn't even seem like they were falling. It was such a neat experience and I'm glad I was there. It was so cute to see how happy David and his family were just because of paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something funny that happened while we were there was that Shelby and I were dropped off by ourselves while more kids were picked up. As the other kids arrived we quickly found out that none of us knew fluent Spanish. I was the one that knew the best Spanish and my Spanish is awful. So we turned speaking Spanish badly into Spanish charades. I'm sure that family thought we were nuts but we finally got our point across in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-959794384637794486?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/959794384637794486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=959794384637794486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/959794384637794486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/959794384637794486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/stories2.html' title='Stories//2'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKwn71tYArM/TzMaefVT-hI/AAAAAAAAAio/xGL4foI_8F8/s72-c/painting%2Bcrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4385948084585544593</id><published>2012-02-04T00:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:57:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories//1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bullet numero uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I almost got my first kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is quite the interesting story really. In order to tell this story I have to start some of the other bullet points. Here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all jumped in our cars and headed towards the border. I was nervous to say the least but at least at I didn't have to do anything. We get into the border where we get out of our cars while all the work is being done by the adults. I quickly notice a worker. Cute face nice style. What else do I need? Quickly after pulling out her camera I ask Hannah if I could borrow it so I could creepily take some pictures of this very attractive man. I was successful. I got some side shots of him. I'm sure he noticed but I would never see him again right? Wrong. As we were leaving the border he came over to our car to make sure we had the right papers. We found out he was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. BONUS! My mom also felt inclined to let him know that I thought he was guapo, handsome. Thanks mom. This was Tuesday that I saw him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday night as I am walking into the gym of the church I got a surprise I was not expecting. That surprise was border patrol guy. Because I'm a creep I looked at his name tag at the border and found out that his name was Esteban. There he was being handsome and all. We both noticed each other and did a quick double take. Taken aback I ask if he was Esteban and if he worked at the border. He understood be and said he was. I told him that I met him at the border. He replied that he didn't remember. I then told him that my mom called him handsome. Immediately he remember and got embarrassed. I then walked away out of embarrassment and excitement to go find Shelby and let her know that he was there. Shelby did not cross the border with me thus she had not seen him other than the creeper pictures that I took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find Shelby and quickly exclaim that he was indeed there and that I had talked to him for a brief moment. Her brother Jake a spanish speaker then told his younger brother to go say to Esteban that "Ella quieres un besa" or something to that effect which meant that "She wanted a kiss." Trying to hold him back and making a scene Tanner in fact went and told Esteban that I wanted a kiss. I ran away again blushing and more embarrassed than I already was. Later outside while playing basketball Tanner came over to me and said that Esteban wanted to talk. Um...Yes please...but again no thank-you. Well after much back and forth communication between Tanner, Esteban and myself Esteban and I talked. More like we sat down and had a real conversation for an hour or so. Shelby joined. No worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next night Tanner had to remind Esteban that I wanted a kiss. Esteban then turns to me and says "You want a kiss" not as a question but more like a statement. Boy oh boy did I get scared and get butterflies and blush and everything in the book, I got it. I quickly assured him that Tanner was crazy and I never said I wanted a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never kissed. But I was sure he would have if people kept telling him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as life went on during that week we became really good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDAY9U0QaI4/TyzkT4CvY5I/AAAAAAAAAic/nDSL1DtsKv8/s320/IMG_4657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705185858084103058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4385948084585544593?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4385948084585544593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4385948084585544593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4385948084585544593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4385948084585544593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/stories1.html' title='Stories//1'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDAY9U0QaI4/TyzkT4CvY5I/AAAAAAAAAic/nDSL1DtsKv8/s72-c/IMG_4657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9209423228651783301</id><published>2012-01-06T14:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:14:02.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>Well I may speak in Spanish from now on. Or at least say "Si" to everything.&lt;div&gt;Mexico was extraordinary. I wish I could go back today or that we stayed longer. Either would work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post about all of my adventures in Mexico. Don't you worry your pretty little mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what is to come: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-almost got my first kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-flirted with a border patrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-danced, Mexican style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-found my future husband (Border patrol guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-painted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-played lots of basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-learned to stucco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-talked with little children in Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-built a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-learned a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-made new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-became closer to my Heavenly Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-9209423228651783301?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9209423228651783301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9209423228651783301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9209423228651783301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9209423228651783301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3728657942216846867</id><published>2011-12-22T22:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:53:24.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the Christmas break</title><content type='html'>This Christmas break has been just splendid.&lt;div&gt;I've:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone to Cabela's 3 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone to Lowe's extreme Air Sports 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooked 148 cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used way too much gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited Cameron and Madison at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone Christmas shopping twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordered to go at P.F. Changs (stupid guy didn't give us forks. So we used our hands)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone to Trafalga once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been to the Voster's home 4 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been to the Bill's home 1..2..3.. I don't know how many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone to bed late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen old neighbors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaned my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple days are such a blur. Or else I would write about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a new note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sick of all this talk about snow. Yes people I realize that there is no snow. You can thank Mother Nature for that one. Snow will come eventually so just chill. I still love you dearly (Brittani) but those on facebook, chill. Like the weather outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3728657942216846867?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3728657942216846867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3728657942216846867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3728657942216846867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3728657942216846867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/cheers-to-christmas-break.html' title='Cheers to the Christmas break'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3003748744127327169</id><published>2011-12-19T11:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:54:36.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swerve.</title><content type='html'>License. What a glorious word to us teenagers.&lt;div&gt;I now have mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah chorus*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bit nervous though because it is winter and that means snow is coming soon. I don't want to crash or swerve or slide in the snow. That would just be bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stay off the roads everyone. It makes it easier for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3003748744127327169?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3003748744127327169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3003748744127327169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3003748744127327169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3003748744127327169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/swerve.html' title='Swerve.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-689750348618719518</id><published>2011-12-19T11:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:26:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>Thank-you to my older sister Lauren Tucker, Miss American Fork, I have found a love for Pinterest even though I don't have one. Nor will I for a long time hopefully. We will get to that reason in a minute but first. &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurenclairetucker.blogspot.com/2011/12/living-life-ive-always-imagined.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; post by Lauren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be finding these pictures on my blog and a post about them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now to Pinterest. I have a love hate relationship with this site. I have never had an account or been on the site. The reason I choose not to is because I know I will become addicted to it as I have facebook and like the rest of you have to Pinterest. I have other's like Lauren to introduce me to the creations of Pinterest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-689750348618719518?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/689750348618719518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=689750348618719518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/689750348618719518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/689750348618719518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1285407026508544689</id><published>2011-12-19T09:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:53:14.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up. Slow down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel as if the month of December has passed me by too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are people already coming home for Christmas already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is Christmas really in less than a week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I really going to Mexico in one week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah I forgot to tell you bloggers. I'm going to Mexico! Not the vacation type but the serving type. Which is probably just as great. I don't doubt that I will have fun. My besty Shelby is going and also my Korean friend JongSu. It will be a party. Shelby tells me that there are going to be some cute boys on this trip. That's a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Instead of presents under our Christmas tree this year, our presents include our Mexico trip. Mexico does not come free, obviously, so instead of going to shows to get us in the Christmas spirit we just haven't been going. This has taken it's toll on me. The only Christmasy things I have done are Temple Square and one family party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Temple Square was just grand. We rode the Trax and were completely obnoxious on them I'm sure of it. We got to Temple Square and I had my checklist of what I wanted to do. And I am happy to say I got the things within my control done. We watched the not so live nativity, listened to a choir, looked at the lights, went to the Joseph Smtih Memorial Building and saw the Christmas tree there and went to the top level and looked at the temple and went to the reflection pond and took pictures. When I say we I mean Rissi Hunter and I. We also wore gloves, hats, scarves, coats and boots and drank either hot cocoa or apple cider. Here's a fun fact for you, I prefer apple cider over hot chocolate. The one thing that I wish would have happened was that I would have been on a date with a handsome boy that I admire intertwining our fingers in our warm woolen mittens. Maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Hess family Christmas party was quite the...uhhh...exciting one this year. We ate lots of soup and sweets, held new babies, played Christmas Jeopardy, minute to win it, and a guessing game where you had to feel the items in a stocking and guess what they were. I won and received a T-shirt. The most interesting part of the whole night was my "Grandmas moment". One year she had us all join together and sing a song that I had never heard before. This year she decided to give us a chastity lesson. Here's what went down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After shaking my body all over the place trying to get jingle bells our of a kleenex box on my back my grandma announced that she had a game for all those who were not married to stand in a line. That is very difficult for us Hess's to do, but call it crazy we did it. After doing so my Grandma then announced that it was not for the little kids. All that effort just to be killed. Somehow we got back in a line. My Grandma then proceeded to count us off as in one's and two's. She then gave us a piece of gum and had us chew it until it was good and ready. She then told the one's to give their gum to the two's, and the two's to the one's after rolling our gum into a ball. We were then told to put that other person's gum into our mouth and chew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you can imagine this created some movement in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a Merry December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's left of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1285407026508544689?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1285407026508544689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1285407026508544689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1285407026508544689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1285407026508544689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up-slow-down.html' title='Catch up. Slow down.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6560970586229808477</id><published>2011-12-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:34:01.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a bucket list. I really do. But most of it isn't written down. But it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most recent on my bucket list is to go visit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEaqYBm6Pro/TuQ4UgycM5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hq-tMRlVM0Q/s200/uphouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684730554698445714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It's in Utah so I have no excuse. And better yet it is super close to where I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I want this house desperately. Only because it defines true love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I will admit that I haven't watched UP all the way through paying attention. Don't blame me blame the children that I had to keep entertained while babysitting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Nonetheless I want to go visit it.&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/9219917051028690162-6560970586229808477?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6560970586229808477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6560970586229808477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6560970586229808477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6560970586229808477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEaqYBm6Pro/TuQ4UgycM5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hq-tMRlVM0Q/s72-c/uphouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-281066320710984764</id><published>2011-12-14T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:31:29.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Central</title><content type='html'>Today we had a basketball and I rocked it with all my stuffs.&lt;div&gt;If you don't know what a stuff is, let me fill you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A stuff is when the hit the ball away either during the shot or right as the shooter is shooting the ball without hitting the persons hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are pretty much a Goddess when you do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stuffed close to 10. I didn't count. What a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Also I am going to have a wicked bruise on my knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Slammed to the ground on me knee fighting for a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It hurts but life goes on and now I have a story to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-281066320710984764?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/281066320710984764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=281066320710984764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/281066320710984764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/281066320710984764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/stuff-central.html' title='Stuff Central'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2190156277606403525</id><published>2011-12-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:23:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Annual Putnum County... - The I Love You Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QtDmJZdFHA8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2190156277606403525?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2190156277606403525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2190156277606403525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2190156277606403525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2190156277606403525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/25th-annual-putnum-county-i-love-you.html' title='25th Annual Putnum County... - The I Love You Song'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QtDmJZdFHA8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6278069417009280407</id><published>2011-12-10T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:15:58.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New tread</title><content type='html'>I went and bought some basketball shoes with my father. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wearing the same basketball shoes going on four years now. I was desperately in need of some new ones with traction and style. Well I found them but after lots of laughs and searching.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never before had I had basketball shoes. This was a new endeavor for me. I got to the store and found a shoe that I liked. The kind employee then went and looked for my size. No good. He then told me to look at guy shoes and get a size 8.5 since they had more options. Again I looked and found a shoe. I tried it on and the first thing that came to my mind was that I could stomp on a whole village. In other words, do these shoes make my feet look fat. It honestly looked like my foot had been broken and swelled and the shoe was a giant cast. The 8.5 was too small so again the kind employee went and got me a size 9. They fit but didn't feel right. So off to a new store we went. The new store being the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say that I hate lots of people and inconsiderate people...this deserves a post on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the new store we went. I found some shoes tried it on and felt much better about the size. I felt like maybe I could stomp on a house instead of a village. After looking at the different colors they came in I chose the black and white to be safe. Although the red and blue ones were hot. We bought them and were out of there quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to my car and I noticed an older lady coming towards our car. I got nervous. I don't do well with strangers. She came up to the window. I didn't know what do to so I asked my dad. We decided to see what she needed. She asked us where we were headed and if she could catch a ride. We told her to hop in and we were on our way. She told us that she had missed the bus and wanted to get to her ward party on time because she hadn't gone in three years. The song Angel by Sarah Mclachlan came on and she said that that song makes her cry and that she used to play it for her daughter but her daughter had passed away. She then went on to say how badly she wanted to be a grandma but couldn't now. This effected both my dad and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have the things I do and to have my family all here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this lady the best. What a sweet lady she was. &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/9219917051028690162-6278069417009280407?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6278069417009280407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6278069417009280407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6278069417009280407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6278069417009280407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-tread.html' title='New tread'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7445176469450132736</id><published>2011-12-10T21:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:55:17.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The famous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pie shakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cupcake shakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sammy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Go treat yourself with a shake that will fill you up with goodness. I recommend the Red Velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've had a thing for red velvet lately. It's probably because if its color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3HiKg7GsNQ/TuQ13qloDQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pAiMbUE80Jk/s200/red-velvet-cupcakes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684727860089588994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How can you resist that? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway you will be finding me at Sammy's a lot more. A lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've also come to the realization that Gatorade is ten thousand times better than Powerade. Trust me on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Powerade leaves a weird sensation in your throat like you haven't had anything to drink at all. While Gatorade quenches your thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And there you have it folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7445176469450132736?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7445176469450132736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7445176469450132736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7445176469450132736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7445176469450132736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/famous.html' title='The famous...'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3HiKg7GsNQ/TuQ13qloDQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pAiMbUE80Jk/s72-c/red-velvet-cupcakes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-5290447211264794317</id><published>2011-11-27T00:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:15:25.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a curse. And that curse is dry lips. No matter how much care I put into these little lips of mine, they never react to that care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I have found a chapstick that I love. And it is&lt;a href="http://evolutionofsmooth.com/products_lip_sphere.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCqBmXRMHo/TtHi8xkowjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Rcgcuj6A1qI/s200/eos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679570138817937970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It comes in a ball so one quick swoosh, and all of you lips are covered in deliciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to your closest Walmart and purchase some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will not regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recommend the sweet mint. Aka the blue one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get the yellow one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear the pink one is good so I will be getting that one next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-5290447211264794317?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5290447211264794317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=5290447211264794317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5290447211264794317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5290447211264794317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/smooth-lips.html' title='Smooth lips'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCqBmXRMHo/TtHi8xkowjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Rcgcuj6A1qI/s72-c/eos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7744423685303125487</id><published>2011-11-24T23:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:47:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's give thanks</title><content type='html'>First off,&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope you have all realized how much there is to be grateful for. Because I sure have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a few things I am grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My loving Heavenly Father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The atonement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food on my table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm house and the things in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chapstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleanliness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The knowledge that life goes on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;his Thanksgiving was just splendid. Time spent with family laughing and joking the whole day long. Some memories that I do not want to forget are the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         We were all sitting around the table watching football and playing games when Emily said, "Can someone please tell me why black people get tattoos?" The conversation then went on talking about tattoos and if there is such thing as white ink. We came to the conclusion there was really no point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         Another one is we were playing a game called Taboo. It’s similar to Catch Phrase but harder. While we were eating I started talking about postum. It's like mormon coffee. During the game Marshall said, "It's something Chloe likes to drink." Walker then started naming drinks off like; champagne, wine, apple cider. Yup I most definitely drink champagne. Marshall was going more for postum not alcoholic beverages. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         As we were watching football a commercial came up. You think? It was about JB and grown men screaming like girls when he would pass them. My Grandma then asked, “Do you have the fever?” (or something like that) My cousin Rebecca then said, “Amen, NO”. It was so funny because amen and no are complete and opposite answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So all in all it was just fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.S. this was supposed to be posted on thanksgiving but my internet died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7744423685303125487?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7744423685303125487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7744423685303125487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7744423685303125487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7744423685303125487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-give-thanks.html' title='Let&apos;s give thanks'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6409814466829575414</id><published>2011-11-23T15:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:14:28.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>If I don't write this all down I might explode.&lt;div&gt;Feel free to ignore this post. It's full of drama and things you will most likely not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are interesting creatures indeed. They know the perfect way to make you feel giddy and stupid at the same time. I don't get it. They know how to make your day, any day, the perfect day. Truthfully I'm scared of boys. I get along with my cousins and that's about it. Boys make me blush. Any boy really. Actually that's false. Anyone can make me blush. It's a dreadful disease. I wish I knew who to blame for it. I have thought long and hard about banning myself from talking to boys. For two reasons. One to save my cheeks from the rosy way of which they will appear and two to stop myself for falling for any such boy. Any boy can know exactly how I'm feeling if they just look at my complexion. It's really no fair. I wish I had a poker face. But alas I do not. I have quite the opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One boy once told me that he thought is was cute when I blushed. Cute? More like embarrassing. I hate my face. Any of my friends know this little fact about me. It's a con not a pro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know that feeling where you want to just hide from the world and eat ice cream all day. Girls I'm sure you all do. Boys on the other just probably punch a wall and are all better after that. Isn't it neat how different we are. I believe so. Wow that was a jumbled mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway a certain someone came into my life a little over a year ago. I would say it was love at first sight. Little did I know that that first instinct would turn into something so great. We got to know each other slowly but surely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(If you are him or related to this him, this is awkward).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My friends kept saying "He's into you." but I just thought of us as friends. It was good that way. Great actually. Until one day the secret got out. We both had found out this little secret. I could not have been more enthralled. But now what? Were we just supposed to go on like nothing had ever happened? Well eventually we fell more in love with each other. I'm an awkward person so I'm sure he had second thoughts. We had our trials but it made us stronger. Wedding language much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had never put so much into a relationship than this one. We were always so happy together. We made each other smile even when we were in the worst moods. We always wanted to be together and talk. It got to the point of me staying up pressing little keys with my thumbs mid sentence falling asleep love. We were cheesy. But not too cheesy. We were cute together to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He always held my hand a certain way that made me puke butterflies. It was different than any other guy. He held two of my fingers in one hand and the other two in the other hand. You may say, that's weird. But to me it was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why am I giving you so much detail I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We had so many inside jokes I cannot even begin to count them all. We shared so many moments together. Fantastic moments really. Graduation came around and we were still going strong. Summer came. Still going strong until the end. Life was too hard. Switching schools. Fighting within the family. He was my rock other than my Savior. HE made me happy and giddy still. But something happened and it ended. I'll spare you the details. He may think I ended it just so I could flirt with new guys at my new school. This is one thing that hurt me most. Never in my life would I do that. I think to highly of him and myself to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Our friendship was pretty much terminated. That was the one thing I was sure of would never die or go away. But it did. We still see each other but not as often as I would like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's found someone new. And from what I hear. He is twitter-pated. It hurts but I am so happy for him. He deserves someone good. Someone not awkward as I was. Someone who can love them with all their heart at the moment. I wish I could see them together but of course that's just too awkward to handle right? Maybe one day I will meet this wonderful girl. I'm sure she's great. He only attracts the good. I hope she appreciates him. Because I sure did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of you who have had love. Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpAaCXmV-xo/Ts_oxTgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nv048CUB0s0/s1600/little%2Bkid%2Blove.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpAaCXmV-xo/Ts_oxTgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nv048CUB0s0/s200/little%2Bkid%2Blove.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679013588884467410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There I'm feeling much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6409814466829575414?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6409814466829575414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6409814466829575414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6409814466829575414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6409814466829575414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpAaCXmV-xo/Ts_oxTgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nv048CUB0s0/s72-c/little%2Bkid%2Blove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7967849650615660783</id><published>2011-11-23T13:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:09:01.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;In all honesty I could just stay at home and be happy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;There is too much going on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Who to ask to Sadie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;English essay to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Math lesson to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Chemistry model to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;General Conference talks to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Scriptures to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Relationships to build.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Rooms to clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Jobs to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Personal Progress to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;License to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Toes to paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's all too much. I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Yes I know we are on vacay but there is still so much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Good thing tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I can show my gratitude to the Lord and spend time with my relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Let's hope I don't get too sick tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7967849650615660783?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7967849650615660783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7967849650615660783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7967849650615660783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7967849650615660783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-much-to-handle.html' title='Too much to handle'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4362957297806286171</id><published>2011-11-13T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:05:54.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>I have hit over 100 posts.&lt;div&gt;A moment of silence please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank-you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may now carry on with your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4362957297806286171?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4362957297806286171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4362957297806286171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4362957297806286171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4362957297806286171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4137477997323409771</id><published>2011-11-13T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:05:05.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me?</title><content type='html'>You break her heart. I break your face.&lt;div&gt;So don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4137477997323409771?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4137477997323409771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4137477997323409771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4137477997323409771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4137477997323409771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7802320363220447577</id><published>2011-11-04T10:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:02:04.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my bestest friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livelaughlovehopebeans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittani&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to write 7 random facts about myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I absolutely LOVE nature. If I had to chose between something really good and watching a sunset, I would chose watching a sunset. Just last night was the prettiest sunset I've ever seen. I said to my mom, "Sunset's is the way that God blesses us." Lots of pictures that I take are of sunsets. The picture below is of a recent sunset that was just breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SatDjG5WplM/TrQVmdV52iI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3G-OHNxNwJM/s200/IMG_4456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181581222009378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DlgxFAAqfw/TrQVlHscaAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DLSctiVb1nE/s200/IMG_4352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181558231099394" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gZxz5c2zc/TrQVlnD41WI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IBJS2nqyOss/s200/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181566650930530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with sunsets I also enjoy the sun and trees.  I also love love love clouds and their formations. Down the street from my house is this massive tree. It turned the prettiest color this year. I told my mom, "When I make my world I will make the clouds the color of that tree."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My greatest passion in life is to become a mother. There is not a word to express how much I love babies. Love is not strong enough for me. I hold a baby every Sunday. I don't care whose it is or if it's sick. I hold it and love it anyway. If I'm having a particular rough week, I go to my old Young Women's leader, Amanda, and just hold and give kisses to her daughter Chloe. Like I've said before in a post, my joy is full when I am with babies or kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love seminary. My teacher Bro. Tolman is a beast at teaching. He takes us so deep and teaches in a way that you don't want to stop listening. He has fun while still teaching with the spirit. He is the pun king. He might make Brittani take a run for her money. He makes me want to be a better Latter-Day Saint. Basically, he is the greatest person ever teaching the greatest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am the shoe queen. If there is ever a time to go shopping for shoes, I am on it. I own plenty of shoes. I like my white tennis which are no longer white, or my TOMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I almost always have a stick of chapstick on me. And no matter how much I put it on, my lips never stay as moist as I would like them. At least it keeps the boys away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love food. Mostly otter pops, pickles, dunford doughnuts, fruits and veggies, and good bread. My eating habits are weird I know. It's a real problem sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love when people are spontaneous, boys are gentlemen and also spontaneous. I like flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7802320363220447577?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7802320363220447577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7802320363220447577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7802320363220447577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7802320363220447577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SatDjG5WplM/TrQVmdV52iI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3G-OHNxNwJM/s72-c/IMG_4456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4212243748269869190</id><published>2011-11-02T20:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:35:17.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my brother and I are siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIX7E__zIwI/TrH9jmSqVnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mfYTj5lmixs/s1600/superman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIX7E__zIwI/TrH9jmSqVnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mfYTj5lmixs/s200/superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670592193852233330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6NEn4LDC18/TrH9j4iKiKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zzudLVRQzqc/s200/superwoman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670592198749096098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4212243748269869190?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4212243748269869190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4212243748269869190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4212243748269869190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4212243748269869190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/super.html' title='Super'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIX7E__zIwI/TrH9jmSqVnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mfYTj5lmixs/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1135727103429991616</id><published>2011-11-02T20:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:30:31.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a sister named Samantha, but I call her Sam or better Sammy. She is a talented photographer. Her photography is entitled everylittlemomentphotography. You can find her website &lt;a href="http://www.everylittlemomentphotography.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Well she has captured almost every little moment in my life. I thought I would show off her photography to you all. These are only pictures of me but she is still a talented photographer photographing others. Shocker I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to order them from oldest to most recent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz9zDvJ_QNk/TrH6DKfqjpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_-_rzJEYMik/s320/young.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670588338099883666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PspkgIzQfq4/TrH8d-rd8YI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jgzsio6UiG0/s320/wall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670590997807886722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 297px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnxTJaIpNkg/TrH5uL_5_FI/AAAAAAAAAec/SGGTY8EIcuU/s1600/b%2526w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnxTJaIpNkg/TrH5uL_5_FI/AAAAAAAAAec/SGGTY8EIcuU/s320/b%2526w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670587977726295122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7Y-bcBDznI/TrH5vswoAqI/AAAAAAAAAew/TdNOSJQ6sVI/s1600/gown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7Y-bcBDznI/TrH5vswoAqI/AAAAAAAAAew/TdNOSJQ6sVI/s320/gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670588003700441762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxDfOJEExSk/TrH5vMPIAWI/AAAAAAAAAek/En-mbDwNZEI/s1600/muot%2Bheadshot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxDfOJEExSk/TrH5vMPIAWI/AAAAAAAAAek/En-mbDwNZEI/s320/muot%2Bheadshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670587994969997666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNyKhntKnK8/TrH5wv91biI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9xCXGFMjDCc/s1600/sunflowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNyKhntKnK8/TrH5wv91biI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9xCXGFMjDCc/s320/sunflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670588021741022754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnxTJaIpNkg/TrH5uL_5_FI/AAAAAAAAAec/SGGTY8EIcuU/s1600/b%2526w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnxTJaIpNkg/TrH5uL_5_FI/AAAAAAAAAec/SGGTY8EIcuU/s1600/b%2526w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnxTJaIpNkg/TrH5uL_5_FI/AAAAAAAAAec/SGGTY8EIcuU/s1600/b%2526w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guzn04UrGyw/TrH5thJhZ5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BnKUBkdBzAQ/s1600/af%2Bheadshot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1135727103429991616?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1135727103429991616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1135727103429991616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1135727103429991616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1135727103429991616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-little-moment.html' title='Every little moment'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz9zDvJ_QNk/TrH6DKfqjpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_-_rzJEYMik/s72-c/young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9201068676655783184</id><published>2011-11-01T19:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:09:58.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-1197-co-ed-skirt.aspx"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-1197-co-ed-skirt.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-9201068676655783184?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9201068676655783184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9201068676655783184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9201068676655783184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9201068676655783184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-please.html' title='Yes, please'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2342296178445266740</id><published>2011-10-27T23:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:54:13.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gents</title><content type='html'>I girl does love it when you open the car door for them. &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; A new boy at school opened the car door for me. We met just last week. What a gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't even remember the last time someone opened a car door for me or even a door on their own free will for that matter. Once upon a time gentlemen put down their coats for ladies to walk over to not get their shoes muddy or whatever circumstances may be. Girls do love guys that love being guys and treating women with extra care and respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been learning a lot about my future and my responsibilities for when I become a mother and wife. I vow to marry a husband that will work hard so I can stay home to be with out kids. I will not settle for less. I will marry someone who wants a family just as bad as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warning: Cheesy content may follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yesterday I went and babysat for one of my favorite families in my ward. They have a baby named Ali. This was the first time I was able to watch her with the rest of her siblings. She is at that fun stage. Those of you who have been around kids and babies know what I am talking about. While the other kids were off playing I decided to play with Ali one-on-one. I will say that at that moment my joy was &lt;b&gt;full&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt; could have made me happier. Nothing. I would shake my head then she would copy me and then I would snap by her ear one hand at a time and she was so funny to watch trying to figure out what was going on. It got me thinking of the love I will have for my own child. I love this little baby so much. I can't even comprehend the love I will have for my own. And one step beyond that, the love our Savior has for &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; and all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here is another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight I went to a corn maze with friends from school. The gentleman listed above and I got to talk one-on-one for a bit. He was telling me about why he switched schools and the person that he used to be. He told me that if I were to meet the person he used to be I would never recognize him. He says he has cleaned up his act a lot. I gained so much respect for him in those few minutes of talking to him. A boy that can acknowledge his faults and fix them is a true man. Cheesy but true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So take note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a man. It's ok to act like one. Girls do appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/9219917051028690162-2342296178445266740?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2342296178445266740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2342296178445266740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2342296178445266740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2342296178445266740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-gents.html' title='Dear Gents'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2122937725386923243</id><published>2011-10-14T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:54:04.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Literacy</title><content type='html'>Here is something to think about:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"If a government always robs Peter to pay Paul, always has the support of Paul"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Financial Literacy is quite an interesting class, mostly because I learn new things that most human beings already know. We are assigned readings out of a book entitled "The Richest Man in Babylon". If you want to know how to become rich and wise, go buy this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are doing an assignment that lasts all semester. You may ask "What is it?" Well hold your horses because I will tell you. Do you know what a stock is? Because I sure didn't. If you have the same problem as me, go look it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For our assignment we are to find four different stocks that we want to invest in. We then have 100,000.00 pretend dollars to invest in those stocks. At the end of the year we turn in how much we made and the top three people win free phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOLD THE PHONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you just say free phone. Why yes I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My teacher is pretty awesome and has great connections with people. He is kind of important like that. So my hope is to win a free phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are the seven cures to make your purse fat:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(will make more sense if you read that book i told you about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Start thy purse for fattening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Control thy expenditures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Make thy gold multiply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Guard thy treasures from loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Make of thy dwelling a profitable investment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Insure a future income.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Increase thy ability to earn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2122937725386923243?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2122937725386923243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2122937725386923243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2122937725386923243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2122937725386923243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/financial-literacy.html' title='Financial Literacy'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-298255590333033702</id><published>2011-10-11T19:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:48:37.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been going through a utah bride blog and have been very entertained.&lt;div&gt;I came across this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell what's wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysgzcs5A3CM/TpTxz0CaI0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/stlz-c5VQbw/s400/fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662416503955923778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes her leg is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. I would have rid of the first picture but do not know how)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-298255590333033702?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/298255590333033702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=298255590333033702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/298255590333033702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/298255590333033702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysgzcs5A3CM/TpTxz0CaI0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/stlz-c5VQbw/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8414418736842124914</id><published>2011-10-11T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:38:31.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't last very long but i enjoyed in none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no more of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt_ripl7UdM/TpTuY4uS2QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Jp89NtxcXTo/s200/canyon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662412742822385922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure they may be "some" left. But I don't believe there is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the crisp air. Warm with a hint of cold lingering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vibrant colors welcoming me every time I went outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the fact that I could wear either shorts or boots and a scarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall you were so wonderful. Why did you have to leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Please come back...&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/9219917051028690162-8414418736842124914?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8414418736842124914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8414418736842124914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8414418736842124914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8414418736842124914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-and-gone.html' title='Come and gone'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt_ripl7UdM/TpTuY4uS2QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Jp89NtxcXTo/s72-c/canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6265781012869668562</id><published>2011-09-28T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:01:37.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>I am going to cry.&lt;div&gt;This weekend is Miss Utah's Outstanding Teen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am not competing I promised myself and others that I would go and support them. Well I can't find a single soul to go with me. And to make it worse I can't drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really even have to the money to go watch. But it is so worth it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6265781012869668562?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6265781012869668562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6265781012869668562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6265781012869668562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6265781012869668562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2262412231695485852</id><published>2011-09-25T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:46:52.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From fab to drab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I use to be beautiful, amazing, perfect and that one person that could make you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We would talk for hours about anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We could make each other laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We always wanted to hang out so we could be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;How did it change so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I was hoping we could still be good friends. Yeah I guess that's not going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is starting to befriend me again. And you know what? I am more than happy to be friends. Let's start over. Forget the past. We were too good of friends to let that go so easily. Tenth grade was tough but your back and I could not be more glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life is life and I only matter in my Heavenly Father's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am and will always be beautiful to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My relationship with Him is becoming stronger and stronger everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I struggle to keep in contact with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I know he understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love this song. Please listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOHuDuB_Jfo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOHuDuB_Jfo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He knows me better"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I like the word neat. I just decided that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2262412231695485852?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2262412231695485852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2262412231695485852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2262412231695485852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2262412231695485852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-fab-to-drab.html' title='From fab to drab'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6524873146877158878</id><published>2011-09-24T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:41:11.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And a happy birthday to you</title><content type='html'>His name is Taylor. He is my big bruder. I just love him to tiny pieces even though he can be annoying. Like not give me hugs when I give him one and him giving me hugs right after I took the effort to give him one. Yeah talk about complicated. Well it's his birthday and I'm sad to say he is still not married. I don't know why. I mean I think he's handsome. But he can be moody so maybe that's why. But I don't care I still love him.&lt;div&gt;Today I called him to sing happy birthday. Right after I was done singing he walked in the front door. Talk about good timing right? Then I gave him hugs that he didn't seem to reciprocate. So I went on my merry way to clean. Next thing I know he is in my bed. Um...Ok. Then he is in my parents bed. Then he calls me into their room and tackles me on the bed. But then I gave him birthday spankings so it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow what the rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to go down to Hurricane Utah this weekend but the flu decided otherwise. I was hanging out with my bff Brittani and the Vosters at Kohlers when WHAM I needed to throw up. Of course I couldn't right then because my body likes to play tricks on me. I was sick the rest of the night until midnight when I finally relieved my stomach. Mind you I got sick at around 8. Then I woke up every two hours. Not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my old pageant director Staci is getting married. She is amazing. She has helped me in the pageant world so much and I don't know what I would have done without her. I like the theme she picked out for her wedding, which is peacock with accent deep purple. Yup she's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be re-doing my room over the next long while. Im excited. Im going to repaint this old dresser that I have a bright color and it's going to look awesome. I'll take pictures don't you fret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6524873146877158878?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6524873146877158878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6524873146877158878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6524873146877158878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6524873146877158878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='And a happy birthday to you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4795133448889427507</id><published>2011-09-17T00:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:20:36.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this quote attached to a picture of me and one of my bff's from a few years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If happiness is the most attractive accessory a young woman can have, then a smile would have to be the most charming cosmetic. Make-up, if applied tastefully and in moderation, can enhance appearance. But no amount of eye shadow, lipstick, or mascara could possibly compete with the natural attractiveness of a genuine smile. It brightens the room. It cheers others. It communicates friendship, love, and optimism so much more than any cosmetic ever could. It puts people at ease and is welcoming. Truly in the world of glamour, there is no close second to a genuine smile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9219917051028690162-4795133448889427507?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4795133448889427507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4795133448889427507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4795133448889427507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4795133448889427507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1236771039385791122</id><published>2011-09-16T11:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:49:35.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracked</title><content type='html'>Oops! I forgot to mention in my last post that Nichole is my boyfriend because she treats me so good and even brought me a rose to school. How sweet right? Then everyone kept asking me who gave it to me and I was like "my friend". Of course everyone was like "Right...your 'friend'". No really is was my girlfriend who I like to call my boyfriend. &lt;div&gt;Word to all population with a boy or girl friend. Do something spontaneous. Your significant other will deeply appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1236771039385791122?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1236771039385791122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1236771039385791122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1236771039385791122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1236771039385791122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/sidetracked.html' title='Sidetracked'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2097236662603181721</id><published>2011-09-16T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:47:00.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Gotcha! I indeed do not have a boy friend. In fact his/her name is Nichole. We have been best friends since 2nd grade. We could be sisters. In fact we are sisters in my opinion. Nichole and I both transfered to a different school this year, being overwhelmed with the downward spiral of our previous school. Let me just say it was the second to best decision I've ever made. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(First decision was standing up for my beliefs. I may write about it but no promises there. If &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you want to know just ask me.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before school started I took a trip down to Cedar City and St. George to see Little Mermaid and The Music Man, and of course to go school clothes shopping (something iv'e never done). And on the drive home I  told someone it was over. Still hurt by it. I miss him. But no one needs to know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school was more than I anticipated it to be. It felt like home. I wasn't being all shy like the new girl or anything but held my head up high and acted like I knew what i was doing. I guess it helped that I had two of my classes with Nichole. Everyone there is so nice it is crazy. So far I have met someone new every day. Not something I am used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every class is going good and bad. Math bad because my teacher isn't helpful in my opinion. But Walker tutors me at home, which without him I would have failed by now. English is good because I like the people in my class and bad because I think we are sexist in that class. Boys sit on one side and girls on the other. And how weird would you be if you went against that. History is just good. No bad for now. Seminary is just wonderful. I wish Bro. Casper were my teacher but Bro. Tolman reminds me a lot of him so all is well. Chemistry. First of I am going to say I have THE best chemistry teacher ever! She only teaches us things that are really important. And we have experiments of labs almost every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to add a bonus to all of this...There is no school on Fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the part I miss about the old school. Is my friends. I miss Brittani and Cynthia with everything I am. Cheese alert. They seriously kept me laughing throughout the whole day. And we never missed anything in eachothers lives. Now I don't even see them that often. I hate it to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: I went and saw Marry Poppins last night. So good. Go see it. It's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2097236662603181721?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2097236662603181721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2097236662603181721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2097236662603181721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2097236662603181721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-boyfriend.html' title='My boyfriend'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3394923210826852057</id><published>2011-09-03T23:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:59:09.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>I wish...&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Spud was still in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mullets were extinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I could see the stars clearly every night and sleep under them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Boys would not be stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life was easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I could eat like a normal person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Listen to awesome music all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;People wouldn't overreact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Everyone had the same beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life wouldn't be awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Ha just kidding I thrive on awkwardness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had all the gum in the world that I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had a real love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I owned a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had a cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had babies to hold all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had amazing sense of style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had an endless amount of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had more friends. I have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;People weren't stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish wishes would come true.&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/9219917051028690162-3394923210826852057?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3394923210826852057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3394923210826852057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3394923210826852057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3394923210826852057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4138468570402934375</id><published>2011-08-24T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:21:31.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined to be love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the moment I saw his mom at my new school I knew that is was destined to be a love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-But who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's just a joke my brain likes to play on me. &lt;div&gt;-We will just become friends instead of me knowing him and him not knowing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I hope it will play out well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He seems like a nice kid, and we already have things in common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Junior year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlhTJ9nG41M/TlWHQQ-tsNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jG0pVsrDA8s/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B16.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644566421484450002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note. When I am in love, deeply in love I want him to call me pookie. I don't know why but he better call me pookie at least once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4138468570402934375?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4138468570402934375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4138468570402934375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4138468570402934375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4138468570402934375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/destined-to-be-love.html' title='Destined to be love'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlhTJ9nG41M/TlWHQQ-tsNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jG0pVsrDA8s/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-24%2Bat%2B16.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-5924567998147640794</id><published>2011-08-20T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:18:12.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water and red rock</title><content type='html'>Lake Powell never seems to disappoint. This time we were camped in the shade all day. Ah wonderful. Except I didn't get as much sun as I wished I had. &lt;div&gt;Crazy tubing happened. I didn't fall off luckily, but I guess that's because I chickened out and switched out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had stupid neighbors come and camp by us. And then they have the gall to come over and tell us to be quiet and swear at us. Kind of a joke. The first thing she said was, "Is someone retarded or dying". What if one of us were retarded and she said that. Yeah that wouldn't have been good for her. She also threatened to wake us up with their five year old at five in the morning. What are you going to pinch him to wake him up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last night us girls that were there decided to party naked. And naked we did. Sorry to make you feel awkward but it was quite fun. That is twice people. Twice that I have been in the nude. Too much? Yeah I think so too. Next.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am still not registered for school. And good job Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm uber stressed about my pageant. Between the paperwork and the money. It's too much to handle. I may just pass out at any moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need more friends. It's pathetic that I only have a few that I can actually hang out with or that want to hang out with me back. Hopefully going to a new school will fix this.&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/9219917051028690162-5924567998147640794?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5924567998147640794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=5924567998147640794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5924567998147640794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5924567998147640794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/water-and-red-rock.html' title='Water and red rock'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-711650104451047022</id><published>2011-08-07T01:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:36:56.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For my future references</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8 a.m.&lt;div&gt;It is 1:30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 hours close to be 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can be marked as the days I stayed up the longest during the whole summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-711650104451047022?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/711650104451047022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=711650104451047022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/711650104451047022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/711650104451047022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-my-future-references.html' title='For my future references'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6662808671727920943</id><published>2011-08-02T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:19:01.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do away with the killer</title><content type='html'>Cancer. Something no one should ever have to endure through or watch someone fight through. I really hate cancer. I don't know anyone personally who has it and I'm glad. But I do know a kid named Skyler who is my moms friends grandson. I must say he is a fighter. I did post about him one time and what I said then still holds true. He is so different from any other kid. Doctors are just dumbfounded as to what is happening with his little body. I hope there will be a cure so other kids do not have to suffer as much as Skyler.&lt;div&gt;Another reason I bring up cancer is because I watched a new movie today. One I had never heard of before. Go Netflix! It is called "Listen to your heart". Such a cute story. If you ever are having one of those 'I just need to cry days' or 'I want to fall in love with a character from a movie without being a creeper' this is a good choice. Now I'm not going to ruin the movie because I think all people should watch this, but I will say that someone's life is taken in the movie because of cancer. As this character died I bawled and bawled. Yes I know it's just a movie but this happens in real life people. Cancer takes away lives. And this case it takes one soulmate away from another. Double whammy right there. They were in love and now one is gone. That could possibly be the worst. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I hate cancer and it should die. Because people don't need that in their lives. If I had one wish it would be to rid of cancer forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6662808671727920943?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6662808671727920943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6662808671727920943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6662808671727920943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6662808671727920943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-away-with-killer.html' title='Do away with the killer'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4755024537444796061</id><published>2011-07-27T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:03:04.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btS1gcgrUZA/TjCmpUAvEwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/p00cQUvqs9g/s1600/fitness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btS1gcgrUZA/TjCmpUAvEwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/p00cQUvqs9g/s200/fitness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634186362517132034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I watch my pageant and laugh at all my mistakes I realized that I need to start preparing myself more. Meaning there be more exercising coming soon. I can't believe my push ups were that bad. I could have done the worm and you wouldn't have know any different. Also my feet were shuffling all over. Better practice my walking. Not like pageant walking but my normal walk. I really wish I could get my new piano piece ready but pretty sure I'm not that good to get it perfected in two months. Hopefully I'll win and be able to play it at nationals. But who am I kidding. There are so many girls and they are all very talented. I get to meet them very soon and I could not be more ecstatic.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQb9tKP-vG4/TjCmpWzDJNI/AAAAAAAAAco/oNbaZeoCuOA/s200/top%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634186363265033426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is probably one of my favorite pics from the pageant because it was a huge moment for me. This is when they announced my name for being in the top ten. First name called. Now that doesn't mean anything being the first one called but that was huge for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all my pageant gals but can't wait for more memories to come with new pageant friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4755024537444796061?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4755024537444796061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4755024537444796061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4755024537444796061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4755024537444796061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/fitness.html' title='Fitness'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btS1gcgrUZA/TjCmpUAvEwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/p00cQUvqs9g/s72-c/fitness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6659411786541316945</id><published>2011-07-26T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:18:09.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The old days</title><content type='html'>I remember as a little girl being so jealous of other people who had guy friends or went and hung out all the time. I always thought "I'm never going to get guy friends". Weird of me to think I know. Just don't judge me. But all of that has changed. I have really cool guy friends and even better girl friends. I have some of the best friends you could ask for. We party all day and all night. We do almost everything together. Even some pretty daring stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warning:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If you are a boy you probably &lt;b&gt;shouldn't&lt;/b&gt; read this. Girls read on. You'll fully appreciate this next part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend my friend invited me to go camping with her. Practically being  a part of her family I was inclined to go. We drove up to Parowan and had a marvelous time. Within an hour of being there, three of the five of us fell into the lake while climbing on rocks. This event created a spark in our brains. Us girls decided that we wanted to go skinny dipping. Such rebels. Mind you that this was on a Friday night. Now think of the song T.G.I.F. We wanted to experience the line "Skinny dipping in the dark". We planned perfectly of what to do. How to get to the lake, what to do once we get there and back. Let's just say we were stoked and prepared. Night time roles around and we made our way to the lake. We get there and we did it. Laughing the whole time of course. It was quite the experience. I will definitely be doing it again. Hopefully in a better setting where we aren't trying to be super quiet and fast. (I would put more info but just in case of curious eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I did while we were camping is, I peed in a bush. This is very exciting news for me. First time and did great. That sounds weird but its very true. I can now cross two things off my bucket list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6659411786541316945?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6659411786541316945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6659411786541316945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6659411786541316945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6659411786541316945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/old-days.html' title='The old days'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2241698515982453646</id><published>2011-07-21T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:09:13.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire</title><content type='html'>Love these lyrics&lt;div&gt;Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_pnFhFjNtY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=281"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_pnFhFjNtY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=281&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tears don't mean you're losing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2241698515982453646?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2241698515982453646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2241698515982453646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2241698515982453646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2241698515982453646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspire.html' title='Inspire'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4678712017397534627</id><published>2011-07-12T17:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:53:10.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I haven't blogged lately, but it's because i be travlin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's what has happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends graduated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lc4s2lTjnQI/ThzZ59x_8hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TuxGVGDek-k/s200/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628613224166322706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've waved in parades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkENDw4a404/ThzZ6Mk0mZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tCudLonWkh4/s200/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628613228137585042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on Choir tour in Cali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vl8ZWNiY5Ug/ThzZ695i54I/AAAAAAAAAbA/xkx5z6L3YGY/s200/IMG_3882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628613241377843074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my sweet 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3CGVV_GgyE/ThzZ7O42cII/AAAAAAAAAbI/vX7T2jfXEAw/s200/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628613245938331778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate and bought many sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAsVXK_541k/ThzZ7h312nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/d1DvxTihDD0/s200/IMG_3749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628613251034372722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took cool pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5qBZbTXsMk/Thzb30B_iyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BN2cJJ0gqbw/s200/IMG_3957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628615386212567842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got tan at Lake Powell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kftg0v65o3s/ThzdbDg8JTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/VcNYrG14Jvo/s200/lake%2Bpowell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628617091175949618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to EFY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz3R_XrLzHM/Thzb4VGVppI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sJYnI2ZnCG8/s200/IMG_4056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628615395089163922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw my friends from Nevada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5LO71IA9ww/Thzb4qwS0ZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lojRje-S75A/s200/IMG_4018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628615400902283666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met a hot kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bajGyPLV27U/Thzb4_awl2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/AV8xhgAgrJI/s200/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628615406449104738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Stadium of Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWyH6pghzXY/Thzb5JREGgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ovo0Gptir3w/s200/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628615409092794882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found the coolest pop machine ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XF1hI-6XvIo/Thzdbuf_OtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9eXNNlWRGBk/s200/IMG_4112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628617102714682066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7btzqzHSw4/ThzdcqPUlgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CmcsTTR_4VM/s200/IMG_4116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628617118750905858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dressed up nicely one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46bAJ7T8fMo/ThzdcL7aOQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QUcYLKUUVNU/s200/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628617110614325506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4678712017397534627?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4678712017397534627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4678712017397534627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4678712017397534627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4678712017397534627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lc4s2lTjnQI/ThzZ59x_8hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TuxGVGDek-k/s72-c/IMG_3676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2717276367546966118</id><published>2011-05-27T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:59:38.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i can see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZQ3Py1C64/Td_0JAe7BwI/AAAAAAAAAak/pbn0r6d01bs/s1600/glasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZQ3Py1C64/Td_0JAe7BwI/AAAAAAAAAak/pbn0r6d01bs/s200/glasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611472096312624898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself some glasses. &lt;div&gt;I'd say they are pretty legit. &lt;div&gt;I like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make me look smart and stuff.&lt;div&gt;I look like a secretary today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also maybe a librarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2717276367546966118?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2717276367546966118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2717276367546966118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2717276367546966118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2717276367546966118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-can-see.html' title='i can see'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZQ3Py1C64/Td_0JAe7BwI/AAAAAAAAAak/pbn0r6d01bs/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8294737307945653362</id><published>2011-05-27T12:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:55:16.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last week of school...It is both good and bad? Yes good and bad. Good because you party. Bad because for me i only need to be here for one class. But today is Friday which means...school is over! Except for next week which is officially party week. Yes I love party week. But I don't like saying goodbye to mah friends. It's just horrible saying goodbye. Or more like see you later alligator. &lt;div&gt;On another note here is a picture from my PROM. As promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fThERwgqI34/Td_zLcRo8pI/AAAAAAAAAac/fEOs98FEtgE/s200/Gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611471038621217426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Isn't is just a lovely picture? Yeah my sister is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8294737307945653362?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8294737307945653362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8294737307945653362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8294737307945653362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8294737307945653362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fThERwgqI34/Td_zLcRo8pI/AAAAAAAAAac/fEOs98FEtgE/s72-c/Gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4680499017753529954</id><published>2011-05-16T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:52:50.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>Gooey, warm, melts in your mouth.&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's the kind of cookie I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my friends and even myself have had this obsession with cookies lately. We keep asking each other to make us some. Well finally I gave in and made some today. Holy butter! I used so much butter and sugar. Wow no wonder I feel so... sweetened up after I eat one. Oh well at least they are good right? Good thing I keep on on my Zumba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4680499017753529954?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4680499017753529954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4680499017753529954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4680499017753529954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4680499017753529954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-681627022466800613</id><published>2011-05-14T12:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:29:14.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms</title><content type='html'>There seem to be so many great artists becoming known to me.&lt;div&gt;Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now Christina Perri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to her song "Arms"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-681627022466800613?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/681627022466800613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=681627022466800613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/681627022466800613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/681627022466800613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/arms.html' title='Arms'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-5118757880247392593</id><published>2011-05-14T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:36:03.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I felt like a princess again</title><content type='html'>My school decided to have a Royal Ball instead of prom this year. And let me say. It was prime.&lt;div&gt;The decorations were absolutely incredible. Props to tech crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music was a little better. Still not the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the dresses everyone was wearing...wow. Incredible. My friends have good taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to wear my evening gown from my pageant again. I love my dress. It's so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the dance Sammy took me over to a field to take pictures. Well the sky was absolutely stunning. I believe the pictures will turn out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the real story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The field that we took pictures at is right next to a busy street. And if you see someone in a dress taking pictures you are most likely going to stare. Well that's what most people did. They would slow down to where they were crawling in their car to stare. One guy decided to whistle at me. Made me feel a little awkwarded out. But that's ok I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then is was off the the Royal Ball. It was a little lame at first because no one was there or dancing. Big shocker there. But once more people got there, people starting dancing. Let me say it's hard to dance in a hug dress. Especially slow dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self. Learn how to dance in long dresses with guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow dances: Not my favorite part of dances at all. But this dance was kind of different. I danced more slow dances than I have at any other dance before. Well at least that's what I think. Maybe it was guys asking me and not just being pushed into me to ask me. Thanks guys for asking me. For my memory these are who they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael (student body president), Isaac (Awesome friend), Scott (he asked me one other time and then CHASED me to ask me again. I got away), Dallin (His first dance of the night), Cameron (Last dance), Then Josh and Jongsu asked me but I had to turn them down because I was on a mission to ask someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all in all it was a great dance. And after the dance was great too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-5118757880247392593?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5118757880247392593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=5118757880247392593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5118757880247392593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5118757880247392593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-i-felt-like-princess-again.html' title='The day I felt like a princess again'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1220363696152113366</id><published>2011-05-07T16:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:21:42.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix it up</title><content type='html'>Boyce Avenue.&lt;div&gt;New favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firework is a good one. But only one out of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1220363696152113366?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1220363696152113366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1220363696152113366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1220363696152113366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1220363696152113366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/mix-it-up.html' title='Mix it up'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6933166294795048970</id><published>2011-05-04T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:59:24.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra love</title><content type='html'>Life is slowly coming into perspective for me. I have realized now more than ever how much I have to be grateful for and especially how grateful I am for the gospel. I love the plan of salvation.&lt;div&gt;I recently heard a story of a expecting mother who passed away unexpectedly. How great it is to know that her and her daughter are united and can be guardian angels for the rest of their family. I realized that I need to hug longer, laugh more, show my love more and make this life all it can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a similar but different note; my brother left for the summer for his job. How I miss him already. I didn't get to say "bye" which I'm super bummed about but i know he would of said bye if i were here when he left. What makes me really scared is, on his drive he caught some black ice and did a 360 and hit a pole. Luckily he is perfectly fine and no one else was involved. But this just makes me realize how worried i am for him. Sure he is grown up but, i still worry. I love that kid. He is always the one I can joke around with and just hug if I am having a bad day. I know I got lucky to have him as my brother. No one is as lucky as I am. Love you Tay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6933166294795048970?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6933166294795048970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6933166294795048970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6933166294795048970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6933166294795048970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/extra-love.html' title='Extra love'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7441994386647088640</id><published>2011-05-04T18:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:23:51.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i ate my own weight in meat</title><content type='html'>Oh my school is wonderful. Actually the teachers are wonderful because, they like to eat. Most field trips are based around eating. And the place for eating is Tucanos. I'm sure no one even cared much for the printing museum. Yes I did learn a few facts that were interesting but, I was mostly there for the food and, to get out of school. We also did some ultimate frisbee but with all the exciting news going on in my life right now, talking was my first choice. Nichole and I always find interesting stories to exchange and then laugh about for who knows how long.&lt;div&gt;Most interesting event for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathrooms. Not a lovely place. Especially at Taco Bell. Ick. I vow to never use their public restrooms again. Here is how it went down. When a girls got to go she's got to go. And of course we had to go right after we left a place with a restroom. We're blonds. We are smart. Closest place was Taco Bell. We walk in, meaning me and my friend, and dun dun dun dun. The smell... As bad as that was, it got worse. There was number two on the walls and on toilet paper on the floor. Sick. Then a worker comes out of the stall, scratches her backside and walks out. Yummy I want her to be making my cheap food. So to put it all together their whole bathroom was sketchy. The floors, the smell, the soap, the mirror, the workers, the stalls, the toilets, the toilet paper and everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware when using public restrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7441994386647088640?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7441994386647088640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7441994386647088640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7441994386647088640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7441994386647088640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-ate-my-own-weight-in-meat.html' title='i ate my own weight in meat'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3444712734736546596</id><published>2011-04-24T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:43:00.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know my Redeemer lives.</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter to everyone. Hope it was wonderful. Mine was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3444712734736546596?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3444712734736546596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3444712734736546596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3444712734736546596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3444712734736546596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-my-redeemer-lives.html' title='I know my Redeemer lives.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-760443011917337710</id><published>2011-04-24T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:39:28.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To: The blog I stalk</title><content type='html'>Megan Abel. An amazing person inside and out. &lt;div&gt;She is doing a give away and i am entering. You should too. NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://xaxtwistedxfairytalex.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But read her blog. You will find yourself addicted soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-760443011917337710?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/760443011917337710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=760443011917337710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/760443011917337710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/760443011917337710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-blog-i-stalk.html' title='To: The blog I stalk'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-5496600611192990653</id><published>2011-04-18T19:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:24:07.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>River rafting</title><content type='html'>I recently found out where I will be going for Girl's Camp this year, and to say the least I am ecstatic. I will be going to Moab to go river rafting. I will also be a YCL. So excited. My young womens group has never done anything like this before. I cannot wait. I have been waiting for forever to be a YCL. I always looked up to the YCL's and wanted to be that kind of person when I was one myself. I also had some YCL's that were not the kindest. You know the one's that give the other girls more attention. Well it was my first year of girl's camp and I was scared. I was hoping the YCL would warm me up, but she didn't. I promise that I will be kind to all girls and make them feel included.&lt;div&gt;I also promise to have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-5496600611192990653?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5496600611192990653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=5496600611192990653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5496600611192990653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5496600611192990653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/river-rafting.html' title='River rafting'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3433576926898899996</id><published>2011-04-13T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:18:05.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Many jewels in her crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's beauty and she's grace, she's Miss America's Outstanding Teen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kux2jn_ei1o/TaYDfkFtxfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a8uyQTfsR_0/s1600/MAOT.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kux2jn_ei1o/TaYDfkFtxfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a8uyQTfsR_0/s200/MAOT.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595163427852895730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Lacey Russ. She is the current title holder of MAOT. On Monday there was a little get together to meet her, Miss Utah, Christina Lowe, and Miss Utah's Outstanding Teen, Tiare Keeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a splendid event. Within 5 minutes of being there Lacey and I hit it off and talked for 15 minutes. I'd say that we have some common interests. For example; basketball, basketball and more basketball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is a very sweet girl and exactly the opposite of what everyone thinks beauty queens are. She has the cutest accent and is a very approachable. I think we could become very good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also at the event there was free cupcakes from Dippidee, and hand massages from Mandalyn Academy. Lacey and I had a great time trying to get the paper around the cupcake off. But we eventually figured it out. And then the hand massage. Remember when as a little kid, or even you still do this, you would dip your finger in hot wax? Well imagine your whole hand. It was prime. I felt like Barbie. My hands were stiff and not plastic but it felt the same to me. To say the least the night was very fun. And to end it all I had The Italian Place for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3433576926898899996?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3433576926898899996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3433576926898899996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3433576926898899996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3433576926898899996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/many-jewels-in-her-crown.html' title='Many jewels in her crown'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kux2jn_ei1o/TaYDfkFtxfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a8uyQTfsR_0/s72-c/MAOT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3220360765822835585</id><published>2011-04-01T23:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:43:11.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I pity da fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April Fools. A day for jokes. Or at my school, silly sock day. Being the stylish person I am *cough* I decided to go for crazy but classy. My silly socks consisted of cheetah print tights. To say the least they were prime. I did get many comments. Even from kinder through fifth graders. Let's just say it was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some April Fools is meant for pranks. Like my twelve year old neighbor thought it would be funny to poor syrup is his brother and sisters sock drawer. Oh and also the neighbors "Welcome" mat. I thought would be funny if they syruped (is that a word?) the neighbors car. It would have been great to see the punishment. But of course I like to see little children get it trouble for stupid stuff. Especially this kid. Just kidding i love this kid. Sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I decided to play a prank of my own. And it is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ie_cC1jetA/TZa2rg0e88I/AAAAAAAAAZw/N6sIMe1WSe8/s200/short%2Bhair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590856846087746498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did put this on facebook. I did pretend that I just chopped all my hair off. Some did believe quite easily. I would not do that peoples. I am trying to grow out my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty great trick eh? I know super convincing. I'm pro like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3220360765822835585?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3220360765822835585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3220360765822835585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3220360765822835585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3220360765822835585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-pity-da-fool.html' title='I pity da fool'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ie_cC1jetA/TZa2rg0e88I/AAAAAAAAAZw/N6sIMe1WSe8/s72-c/short%2Bhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2475382485874096356</id><published>2011-03-29T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:09:38.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a walking work of art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Festival of colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had always heard many great and fantastic stories about the "sport". Well this year I decided to try it our for myself. Other than the fact that I couldn't breathe half the time, it was prime. I do plan on attending this event again but maybe next time for longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The effects: Yellow hair, purple boogers (TMI I know), and chalk stuffed in every surface or hole on my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think now you can see why my hair was dyed yellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh its really great when washing your hair it goes from one color to another. I think I had every color possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O4tY1lCo4M/TZkLgyXBsTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PimLmwHCgfc/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O4tY1lCo4M/TZkLgyXBsTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PimLmwHCgfc/s200/IMG_3574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591513070259253554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAaCu7m9R3s/TZkLgoImx2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/a3M4EuqAjwE/s1600/IMG_3555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAaCu7m9R3s/TZkLgoImx2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/a3M4EuqAjwE/s200/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591513067514414946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Brittani. I love her. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ExBm-oEJk/TZkLgKf9tVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SIjCPfyMxvo/s1600/IMG_3549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ExBm-oEJk/TZkLgKf9tVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SIjCPfyMxvo/s200/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591513059559322962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&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/9219917051028690162-2475382485874096356?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2475382485874096356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2475382485874096356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2475382485874096356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2475382485874096356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-walking-work-of-art.html' title='I was a walking work of art.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O4tY1lCo4M/TZkLgyXBsTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PimLmwHCgfc/s72-c/IMG_3574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1450535962505641115</id><published>2011-03-13T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:56:44.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love when people point out your flaws. Well guess what bud? &lt;div&gt;We all have them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us are perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why we have the atonement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't you also love it when you try but no one recognizes your effort. Yeah that's me. And right now all my friends are gone to Mexico. Jealous much? Psh are you kidding me? Warm sunny days full of service for those that you come to love in less than five minutes. I would gladly take that right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1450535962505641115?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1450535962505641115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1450535962505641115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1450535962505641115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1450535962505641115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3957434364839349763</id><published>2011-02-26T22:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:23:01.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I make friends through duct tape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyUj02FU5a8/TWnfL6eesXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UjJRYSswQuM/s1600/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Youth conference is always great. Us girls getting excited to maybe meet a few cute boys and for myself just have fun and meet up with old friends. I had a vacation in store for me instead of youth conference. I did end up going one night to do humanitarian work. For one of the rotations there was duct tape. I have no experience in duct tape whatsoever but seeing as there was turquoise and cheetah print I was all over it. In the end I made a fun matching bracelet and headband. After mind was made everyone else wanted in on my new trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Here is the headband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/-VyUj02FU5a8/TWnfL6eesXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UjJRYSswQuM/s200/IMG_3495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578235009243722098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Don't mind the ugly picture.&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/9219917051028690162-3957434364839349763?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3957434364839349763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3957434364839349763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3957434364839349763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3957434364839349763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-make-friends-through-duct-tape.html' title='I make friends through duct tape.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyUj02FU5a8/TWnfL6eesXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UjJRYSswQuM/s72-c/IMG_3495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-878948078273270509</id><published>2011-02-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:46:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Almost Lover-A Fine frenzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-878948078273270509?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/878948078273270509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=878948078273270509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/878948078273270509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/878948078273270509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-831684650744302503</id><published>2011-02-23T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:44:45.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one</title><content type='html'>Sunday and Monday. It cam time to write my speech on religious freedom. At first I could not think of anything to write. I wanted to cry and give up. But somehow I thought of something to write. Today in class we went through our essays. I read through mine to my partner (Yes we still use partners). As soon as i was done reading it I said to my partner something to the effect of "That made no sense did it?" She nodded and said that it was a good speech, but on Elder Bednars talk instead of Elder Oaks. Awesome. I am back to square one rewriting my speech. I must say it is going much better. &lt;div&gt;Much smoother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-831684650744302503?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/831684650744302503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=831684650744302503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/831684650744302503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/831684650744302503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8020585744711634079</id><published>2011-02-20T22:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:13:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd the best of all the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well these pictures are backwards. So from the end to the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CY593TaAJ1w/TWHztAGO4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZknLKMt1Xxg/s1600/trophy.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/-CY593TaAJ1w/TWHztAGO4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZknLKMt1Xxg/s200/trophy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576005768107188722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our lovely trophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88n1dWO9fV8/TWHzs3GMPwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ICdDnCIvCOA/s1600/trophy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88n1dWO9fV8/TWHzs3GMPwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ICdDnCIvCOA/s200/trophy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576005765691096834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEesRlvSnB8/TWHzsj-E1qI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dnzjSRLi7W4/s1600/win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEesRlvSnB8/TWHzsj-E1qI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dnzjSRLi7W4/s200/win.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576005760556783266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We look a little more excited than they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9mWoe0tQFY/TWHzsoXT1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/rTjtrHwA6cU/s1600/cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9mWoe0tQFY/TWHzsoXT1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/rTjtrHwA6cU/s200/cheering.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576005761736366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9219917051028690162-8020585744711634079?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8020585744711634079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8020585744711634079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8020585744711634079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8020585744711634079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/2nd-best-of-all-game.html' title='2nd the best of all the game'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CY593TaAJ1w/TWHztAGO4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZknLKMt1Xxg/s72-c/trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2770495565164437188</id><published>2011-02-20T21:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:58:56.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scream and a kiss</title><content type='html'>You know you have had a odd basketball tournament when you have been screamed at and kissed&lt;div&gt;Her is scenario numero uno:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our intense game I am passed the ball. A girl from the other team comes and guards me as expected. The next thing was not expected. I am about to pass the ball to one of my own teammates when the girl does a freakishly high pitched squeal. Here is the conversation after this moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Don't scream at me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It: "I can if I want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Well thats just super cla..." Im cut of mid word. I was going to say classy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It: "Shut up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I turn around and look at her. She gives me a look like "Oh yeah I just got in your head."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Bring it on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numero dos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teammates and I walk in while another game was going on. The team we just beat was playing and seeing as what had happened the day before, I disliked them. We sit down and a girl was shooting a free throw. It was silent and i screamed. She looked over at me glared and did the whole rolling her eyes, then shot. She had made it and so I turned away and laughed at the previous moment. Next thing I know my lovely of a friend said, "Uh she just blew a kiss at you." I kind of freaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2770495565164437188?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2770495565164437188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2770495565164437188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2770495565164437188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2770495565164437188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/scream-and-kiss.html' title='A scream and a kiss'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3130628474314487809</id><published>2010-12-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:00:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>Stay off all roads. I got my permit. 88%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3130628474314487809?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3130628474314487809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3130628474314487809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3130628474314487809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3130628474314487809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9112161821303694331</id><published>2010-12-24T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:43:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our family is always happy</title><content type='html'>Family pictures. Pretend love. Poses. Smiles. Cold.&lt;div&gt;That sums up our little shoot. Because we haven't taken pictures for awhile (before Taylors mission) my mother decided it was time. So while us girls took time to get ready the boys were ready in a split second. We finally get ready with our coats and scarves and head out into the unknown. Which was a field. We walk into the snow and stand their waiting to be moved like puppets. Sam stepped up and did the job. We all fake a smile until we start making jokes. After five minutes my feet start to freeze like popsicles. And then it starts to drizzle and my freshly curled hair begins to deflate. But what my hair ended up being is the look i was going for. Not that anyone cares of course. We get in the car and drive home. Soon after entering our cars it begins to rain. Oh weather thankyou for holding out on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-9112161821303694331?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9112161821303694331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9112161821303694331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9112161821303694331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9112161821303694331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-family-is-always-happy.html' title='Our family is always happy'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8942232934049582300</id><published>2010-12-17T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:42:30.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUOT part 4</title><content type='html'>I wait backstage before going on in my amazing dress. I wait standing with my little miss when a girl I do not know says "Do you go to American Heritage?" I i say yes a little confused on how she knew that. Then she asks "Is your name Chloe and do you know Mrs. Knight?" I say yes again starting to make the connection it was her daughter. She turned out to be one of my best frans. I then go on for evening gown. I smile and walk in a eight formation. My little miss runs to meet me and we walk off. Back around to the other side of the stage to go back on again just to go off. After a few minutes of waiting we go onstage and the preliminary winners are announced. Both went to Tiare. Pretty sure I was a little disappointed but knew I need to just shake it off. I then go home and go right to bed after talking about who we thought would be in the top ten. (We were almost correct) &lt;div&gt;I wake up the next morning. Sleeping in as much as possible. We get to the Covey Center and waste no time. We start learning our fitness routine which was quite difficult for me. Yes I do basketball but i dont do pushups and curl ups. Yes pretty sure I was very sore the next day and a few days after that. After trying to perfect our routine we work on our opening number again. Once we were done practicing we get ready for the 2 o'clock show. Again i get assistance from other hostesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the two o'clock show we did fitness and on stage question. I did kind of butcher my questions but lets not go into detail. my pushups looked like i was doing the worm. they were lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8942232934049582300?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8942232934049582300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8942232934049582300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8942232934049582300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8942232934049582300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/muot-part-4.html' title='MUOT part 4'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4420199084073126055</id><published>2010-12-12T19:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:51:31.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't want to watch themselves on-stage</title><content type='html'>I finally received my Miss Utah Outstanding Teen DVD!&lt;div&gt;its great. im excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4420199084073126055?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4420199084073126055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4420199084073126055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4420199084073126055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4420199084073126055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-doesnt-want-to-watch-themselves-on.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t want to watch themselves on-stage'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1374909631092607823</id><published>2010-12-07T20:31:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:52:32.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets post a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8A9FwiXPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yCaqnSsysRA/s1600/tarzan.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8A9FwiXPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yCaqnSsysRA/s200/tarzan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548154315461516530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarzan. hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8AiqI9LyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BxUIgm1N2V0/s1600/temple%2Bsquare.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8AiqI9LyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BxUIgm1N2V0/s200/temple%2Bsquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153861371146018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Temple square performance. temple. friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8AiYONEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gtntNLbx3lM/s1600/pioneer%2Bcrossing.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8AiYONEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gtntNLbx3lM/s200/pioneer%2Bcrossing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153856561320546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8Ah3M_hpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1Y_fQda43pU/s1600/SKYLER%2521%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8Ah3M_hpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1Y_fQda43pU/s200/SKYLER%2521%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153847697868434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;This is Skyler. Aint he cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7_59_HqRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Moov1ZXwnNc/s1600/D.I.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7_59_HqRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Moov1ZXwnNc/s200/D.I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153162323962130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;young womens at D.I. I know my dress is awesome. you dont need to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7_5aaVIsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YjtQKQLA92A/s1600/Chick-fil-a.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7_5aaVIsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YjtQKQLA92A/s200/Chick-fil-a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153152774415042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-vvpR8FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sML1UhWMkPE/s1600/friends%2Bdance.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-vvpR8FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sML1UhWMkPE/s200/friends%2Bdance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548151887163945042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-vG4T0iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uTdnZzFB3vI/s1600/friends%2Bsoccer.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-vG4T0iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uTdnZzFB3vI/s200/friends%2Bsoccer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548151876221129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my friends above. Adorable no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-Ud3tgpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QhEM3S4eFGU/s1600/IMG_3406.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP7-Ud3tgpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QhEM3S4eFGU/s200/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548151418536166034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Sub Zero and got my ice cream quote "extra extra freaking extra hard" it was very hard so hard that I had to wait 15 minutes before eating it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP792F0fNsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xjE6QbjN01k/s1600/IMG_3402.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP792F0fNsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xjE6QbjN01k/s200/IMG_3402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150896684119746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went ice skating on Utah lake. Kind of really scary. Seeing stuff move in the water and seeing the ice crack under you. Yes frightening but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP79MS9s-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/gJwYHvkNYIk/s1600/IMG_3385.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/_u178t8QSRY0/TP79MS9s-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/gJwYHvkNYIk/s200/IMG_3385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150178657925986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney Merrifield came to our evening of excellence. Talented woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP782lLLGwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/615WDM_uveI/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP782lLLGwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/615WDM_uveI/s200/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149805589142274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty sunset from my back porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP78ZrQO3SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/95TPsomY9X0/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP78ZrQO3SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/95TPsomY9X0/s200/IMG_3382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149309004766498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave Bowman came to our school and drew this in 30 seconds. He is skilled&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1374909631092607823?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1374909631092607823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1374909631092607823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1374909631092607823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1374909631092607823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-post-picture.html' title='lets post a picture'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u178t8QSRY0/TP8A9FwiXPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yCaqnSsysRA/s72-c/tarzan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2914317472286473380</id><published>2010-12-04T23:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:48:01.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>venting</title><content type='html'>Some days a girl needs to vent. Today is one of those days. If I offend you sorry its just what I think.&lt;div&gt;Boys are stupid. Boys not men. Teenagers like eachother. I get that. But dont base liking someone just off their looks. This seems to be happening more and more and Im sick of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls stop flirting with every boy because you want to be popular and lead them all on. It just ends bad for everyone. Even me your friend. I love you but you are putting a fake mask on. You are acting stupid to impress a guy. Let me tell you. In the real world where the good guys are thats not the way to get them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had flashbacks to when I performed with the MOTAB. Oh how I miss those days. I miss banana pants and hilton and aliyah, emily, chase, jacob and many others. Well today I saw one of them. It made me happy. Went to see one of my other friends in a choir and saw him. I saw about 5 ft away from him. How I wanted to yell at him and give him hugs. We were best friends. He was my alto friend. I miss him and his awkward ways. I tried to stalk him on facebook but he was no where to be found. I miss him. I hope he still remembers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to transfer schools next year. And go bury my head in a corner and maybe read mockingjay. Tomorrow will be a cozy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2914317472286473380?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2914317472286473380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2914317472286473380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2914317472286473380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2914317472286473380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/venting.html' title='venting'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7554459503127726924</id><published>2010-12-03T21:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:11:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>Tonight there was a school dance. Me hating dances avoided it like the black plague. Instead of running whenever a slow song comes on I am sitting babysitting watching penelope. I enjoy this movie. Happy endings, romance, bad singing. Yup its all good. And I especially love texting friends and finding what happening at the dance. Great stories I tell you. Especially when a sophomore likes my friend a senior. I love making things awkward for them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand babysitting is great. I love tricking little kids. Do you want to eat? Yeah. Do you want to play? Yeah. Do you want to sleep? Yeah. Wait you want to sleep? No. Yes this is the joy of babysitting and also to act like a little kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I performed my first solo. Pretty sure I had a swarm of butterflies in my tummy as well as my legs. But all went well. Pretty sure my worst fear was that while performing my solo I would faint and fall of the front of the stage and no one would be there to catch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert Mama V. was trying to take pictures. I hate to say but she was successful. Pretty sure they weren't flattering pictures though. Eh oh well I guess a lot of those kind of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am going to the Savior of the World. Im excited it should be fun and cold. Apparently I am going to the deaf and blind performance. I guess I am deaf or maybe blind. awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7554459503127726924?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7554459503127726924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7554459503127726924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7554459503127726924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7554459503127726924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-371541410357431501</id><published>2010-11-24T23:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:13:56.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Skyler</title><content type='html'>His name is Skyler and he is four years old. On August 18th he was diagnosed with leukemia. His dad died when he was about two I believe. He is one of the strongest kids I know! He is going through some really hard times right now. Not only does he have the leukemia he has to fight but also lots of infections everywhere. His kidneys are also having a really hard time.&lt;div&gt;Please pray for him and his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is his blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://crystalandskyler.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-371541410357431501?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/371541410357431501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=371541410357431501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/371541410357431501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/371541410357431501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-skyler.html' title='Super Skyler'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4411154245228000079</id><published>2010-11-22T11:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:35:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUOT Part 3</title><content type='html'>As we all run backstage to change it becomes chaotic. Although it shouldn't have been so for the contestants after number 5. We had plenty of time to get changed and then get nervous, and even watch some of the other contestants perform. Contestant number 12 is up and I know it's almost my turn. I walk slowly taking deep breaths back stage. Once there I tell myself to get a grip and know that if I think about it to much I WILL mess up. I hear the clapping and thats my cue to walk on. The lights are off until I reach the piano. For those of you who don't know waiting at the piano while people clap is better than just hurrying and sitting down. So I did so then pulled the bench back, sat down and thought for a few moments. You can do this Chloe. I start playing and for once talent is coming out of my fingers I mess up once but I don't let it bother me. I keep playing and mess up again. But its o.k. you could hardly tell and i could just pick back up where I would mess up with no trouble at all. I'm done and I bow. I walk off happier than a little child. Backstage I am flooded with congrats and good jobs. All I can say is "I love my fingers"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then get ready for evening gown. My dress had to be laced up so a few hostesses were needed there. Most girls get their hair done up very fancy while mine is pulled to the side in a side ponytail. Good enough for me. We line up to go on stage when are little misses show up. Mine was adorable. she was dressed in white and myself in gold we looked marvelous together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4411154245228000079?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4411154245228000079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4411154245228000079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4411154245228000079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4411154245228000079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/muot-part-3.html' title='MUOT Part 3'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3449583701062277602</id><published>2010-10-26T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:01:50.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MUOT Part 2</title><content type='html'>I go down stairs and suddenly I am asked "How did it go?" I tell them it went well and that's all for now. I immediately change out of my interview outfit and into my comfy clothes which consist of sweats from D.I., TOMS and a T-shirt. Onto the stage I go to make a fool of myself. Repeatedly we go over our opening number while some understand the whole shabang and me myself struggle to keep my feet under me. We then eat dinner where I can hardly take any bites. For example brownie bites were in my possession but I could hardly eat one without getting really sick.&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock rolls around and we have only an hour to get ready and prepared to go on stage in front of who knows how many people and make a fool of ourselves. Hostess after hostess comes in and helps each girl do their hair and make-up. Being me I chose not to have my own hostess and all went well. I was taken well care of by those hostesses by me. Holler to those hostesses.&lt;br /&gt;Hello's are said and the Star Spangled Banner is sung. That's our cue. I run on-stage and in the first five steps I make a mistake. I laughed at myself and caught back up. Time for introductions. I get up to the mic and almost have a heart attack because I almost forgot my name and title and what number I am. Again all goes well. At least I thought so. The opening number is done and every girl rushes backstage to change for talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3449583701062277602?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3449583701062277602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3449583701062277602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3449583701062277602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3449583701062277602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/muot-part-2.html' title='MUOT Part 2'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7815302042202162718</id><published>2010-10-15T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:14:58.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Utah's Outstanding Teen part 1</title><content type='html'>After a crown is placed on your head you move on to a higher level. This higher level is called Miss Utah's outstanding teen or MUOT. 23 of Utah's finest young women compete for scholarship money and the experience of a lifetime, to be crowned as MUOT. All 23 of us arrived at 8 a.m. at the covey center for the arts in Provo. We settled our stuff and were then told to sit in the audience. Excitement started to fill me as I watched the stage become different colors and new girls came to sit in the audience also. Wanting to become well aquainted with everyone, I started getting to know names and faces quickly. After awhile our director Amy came to talk to us. She got our energy going, because it was 8 in the morning, and also told us how excited she was for us and how great of an experience it was going to be. She could not have been more right. We immediately started our 10 minutes on stage to practice our talent. I laughed as one by one each girl came on and went off. How could I compete with all that talent?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 12:30 my name was called for me to do interview. I walked in and saw five smiley faces looking at me. oh and FYI it was kind of a coincidence that I chose number 13 and #13 was to have her interview right after lunch, could not be more happy with that turn out. Anyway back to my interview. About five seconds after I was in there they started asking questions about me and my platform. Questions like: What motivates you, what words do you think describes what MUOT should be, (thanks to Staci I knew how to answer those perfectly), what is your dream vacation, is it hard not having a cellphone, did you like mockingjay, which book for the hunger games series did you like the most, what was one thing you learned while in Mexico....and so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I knew it my ten minutes were up. Leaving the room I felt accomplished.&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/9219917051028690162-7815302042202162718?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7815302042202162718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7815302042202162718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7815302042202162718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7815302042202162718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-utahs-outstanding-teen-part-1.html' title='Miss Utah&apos;s Outstanding Teen part 1'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1569983009126267579</id><published>2010-08-24T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:28:50.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mockingjay</title><content type='html'>As most know The third book of the series The Hunger Games came out. Oh how I wish I could have pushed and shoved my way to the font of a huge line waiting to get the book. Like little children fighting over a barbie. Instead I was dead asleep. Yesterdays schedule:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5:30 a.m. wake up even though I had been waking up at 10 everyday. I was more or less crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7:00 a.m. one by one talk to someone where you forget their name right as they leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7-7:30 a.m. lots of talking and picture taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7:30 a.m. Pioneer Crossing was opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7:30-8 a.m. more talking and this time with newspaper people or should I say bloggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8:30 a.m. free food from paradise bakery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8:50 a.m. over to the bank where we were starred at by random people and ate and smarties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9:45 a.m. new student orientation for no reason at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12:00 a very cold day at 7 peaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rest of the day too tired to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/9219917051028690162-1569983009126267579?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1569983009126267579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1569983009126267579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1569983009126267579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1569983009126267579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mockingjay.html' title='Mockingjay'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-802997209989208124</id><published>2010-08-21T00:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:06:27.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldie locks</title><content type='html'>Dress shopping the one thing I needed to get done as soon as possible for my pageant.&lt;br /&gt;One dress left that I want. Its gold. And looks ugly on a hanger but awesome on. To buy or not to buy? Its only $100. I am hoping I will own it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-802997209989208124?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/802997209989208124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=802997209989208124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/802997209989208124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/802997209989208124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/goldie-locks.html' title='Goldie locks'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8557084451078257489</id><published>2010-08-18T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:48:43.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So did you look for me? Because today I flew and I was in the sky. All thanks to Sky Coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our tickets were bought and we were ready to go. Except for the strapping in part. The worker decided to keep us waiting for as long as possible, on our feet I might add. After watching a few fly and a few scream we were summoned to take our places and get strapped in our red jumpsuits. I pulled up the straps like pants and clapped my hands and held my foot bar. I was also instructed on how to pull a rope. Very difficult. We were ready to go again. But this time we had to wait on benches. We waited then were placed on white numbers on the floor. I saw the number three and took my place. While waiting, the butterflies had still not kicked in and I was getting worried. Normally I would be freaking out. Perhaps as if it were my birthday or someone else's for that matter. But no I was as calm as butter. At last we were taken and strapped in. The floor fell from underneath us but in a weird fashion. We were then pulled up and away from the workers, the world, the crazy people and life. Just when I thought we were at the top we kept going and a bee decided to come to close. I almost freaked but then the little bugger flew away. Once at the top there was the count down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3...2..1. and I pulled the rope. We fell face first down and then swung. I flew for my first time. Ahoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8557084451078257489?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8557084451078257489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8557084451078257489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8557084451078257489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8557084451078257489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-in-sky.html' title='I was in the sky'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7962231274114511155</id><published>2010-08-17T22:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:53:30.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to bounce</title><content type='html'>Bounce-back is awesome. And so is Lagoon.&lt;div&gt;August 14th marked the semi-annual Lagoon day. Wait I dont know what I just said but who really cares. Anyway Lagoon was visited by me for the first time in about two or three years. I am happy to say it welcomed me with welcome arms. But Lagoon also decided to open their arms to some other people too. And those people were creepy. But thats what you get when you go to public places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I decided to be brave. This means I went on Wicked, The rocket (which i adore), Samurai, Tidal wave without being forced, and many more big kid rides. I felt like an adult. Which shouldn't be what I think I am but I couldn't help feeling accomplished. A few weird quick looks were exchanged and then we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I had been rolling on dirty floors all day. My body was crying for a shower and my feet were aching for a foot rub but I ignored and went to sleep. Now tomorrow I get to do it all over again. This time I hope to do the big swing. I might die. But its a cool way of dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7962231274114511155?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7962231274114511155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7962231274114511155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7962231274114511155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7962231274114511155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-to-bounce.html' title='I like to bounce'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1465087363292635407</id><published>2010-08-16T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:18:26.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to hate paper</title><content type='html'>July 31st.&lt;br /&gt;My name was called and I was crowned Miss American Fork Outstanding Teen. Since then all I can think about is Miss Utahs Outstanding Teen. Today is the day I took my first step. The paperwork. I looked through only half of the paperwork and almost wanted to kill myself. How many trees am I going to kill printing all these papers and stupid waivers? Too many that's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;Now that im not overly busy with AF's pageant I have found myself visiting the pool more often. I found I enjoy the slide very much. Each year I go on it I believe I do go slower. Cant wait till im 90, that is if I even dare get in a swimsuit then.&lt;br /&gt;I need money. I need a life. I need no school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1465087363292635407?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1465087363292635407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1465087363292635407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1465087363292635407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1465087363292635407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-going-to-hate-paper.html' title='I am going to hate paper'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8055083404589464159</id><published>2010-06-24T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:32:43.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its one and the same</title><content type='html'>Longboarding and ripstiking.&lt;div&gt;I have found myself lately going outside for minutes one end riding both of these contraptions. And although I am just barely learning how the longboard works I feel invincible. I like loangboarding only problem is that I find myself having the board slide under me a lot and I also find myself not going fast enough. Both are problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem with the other contraption is that my back leg gets to tired of going back and forth and back and forth. And my front leg gets tired of being strait like a pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem all the way around is that both my knees hate when I put strain on them. I go through the pain and regret it later. Why not have fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8055083404589464159?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8055083404589464159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8055083404589464159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8055083404589464159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8055083404589464159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-one-and-same.html' title='its one and the same'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7709917225769646263</id><published>2010-06-16T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:23:51.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes my birthday</title><content type='html'>I guess I should mention what I did for my birthday on June 13th.&lt;div&gt;Well to put it quickly...shopping. Yes lots and lots of shopping. It was glorious! I got three new pairs of heels. Note:two are the same kind just different colors. Sue me I couldnt decide. I also got what I wanted for dinner sunday night. Tri-tip, artichoke, broccoli, apple pop, and shrimp (still need to eat that). I like birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the biggest and most valuable present I got was.........A personal happy birthday card from David Archuleta! Yes just for me! I screamed. Duh Im a teenager! And I just realized ager is in the word teenager. We must be aging pretty young. wow im weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we'll see how 15 goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7709917225769646263?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7709917225769646263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7709917225769646263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7709917225769646263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7709917225769646263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-yes-my-birthday.html' title='oh yes my birthday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4909935076838967124</id><published>2010-06-14T17:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:45:11.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone wants to be a cat, and a ape man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://82028255-3FB1-46F6-90B6-193C7A91176D/tuacahn2.jpg" alt="tuacahn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuacahn. A magical place full ofcats, apes, and people. Well at least this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My madre and I were able to go see Cats and Tarzan June 8-9. We went mostly to see my amazingly talented cousin Zach and my aunt and uncle. Well we got more than what was expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the need to give my opinion of both shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Verdict number uno: Cats-Costumes and make-up were spectacular! As was the dancing and talent. Didn't really follow to much of what was happening until after the show at Denny's where Zach told us all the background information. Oh I must add that Zach (munkustrap) is the narrator in the play. Well i suppose that if he is the narrator he should be telling us the background so that we can understand the play instead of sitting there with dead brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the show we were told to cheer really hard for Zach after a ball. We were told a ball like a rubber round object. Well as the show went on we saw no big ball that had any hard work but into it. During I dance I turned to my mom and said "I think this is the ball they were talking about". Sure enough I was correct. I feel bad not cheering, seeming that it was a hard and long dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part of the play was when "they launched her (that one lady that was having one of those days) into the sun" (sorry inside joke. jewish women) They thought cats was about monkeys. Yeah.... Well the truth is, that it is about Cats hence the title. and it was not a sun they launched her into in fact it was pure space and maybe even the next life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So full review-make sure you read all that you can before you see it or just ask Zach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Verdict number dos: Tarzan-He is a hottie!!! and he wears a loin cloth. And has nice abs...sorry girl moment. oh yeah and they kiss... a lot... at the end. I dont blame them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenery, actors, aps, sound effects, makeup, costumes. Awesome! At the beginning they flood the stage. Now tell me thats not cool. Also the flying and bungying was wicked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Tazan was so cute. And I saw him in secret garden last year in cedar city. He was a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach did amazing as the jaguar. Couldnt even tell it was him with his costume and amazing movement. After the show he was dressed as an ape but people still came up to him and asked him if he played the jaguar. How could they tell?!? It was beyond weird to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall-I liked Tarzan much more. However Cats was good too. I suggest you see both. Well thats if you get the chance.&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/9219917051028690162-4909935076838967124?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4909935076838967124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4909935076838967124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4909935076838967124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4909935076838967124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-wants-to-be-cat-and-ape-man.html' title='everyone wants to be a cat, and a ape man?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-274561077349771227</id><published>2010-05-23T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:42:13.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I own</title><content type='html'>I am the owner of feather earrings. I have always had the desire to have some and now I do.&lt;div&gt;I love them. Wish I had a picture but I dont. Oh well just imagine them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-274561077349771227?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/274561077349771227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=274561077349771227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/274561077349771227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/274561077349771227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-own.html' title='I own'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-5688595888528132500</id><published>2010-05-10T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:38:48.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dominated</title><content type='html'>Frisbee is my love. No more like my obsession. An hour and a half of frisbee today was pure joy. The teams were 9-10 and we had two standing around and we still won. My "rad" skills seemed good and bad at times. Although I did make a few of the scoring throws and catches I seemed to miss quite a few throws. Only if I was a wee bit taller I could have caught them. My skill level has gone up quite a bit since last year and I am quite happy of that fact.&lt;div&gt;And although we had some hurt fingers and bloody noses we still dominated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-5688595888528132500?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5688595888528132500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=5688595888528132500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5688595888528132500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/5688595888528132500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dominated.html' title='I dominated'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-717501077993535555</id><published>2010-05-03T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:05:01.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May is a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Brittani came all day today at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not too much stomach pain today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Saw Sam and Ammon and Joey and the whole Haymond crew today...although it seems I still havent got on joey's good side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Did actually pretty good in frisbee today during P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Listening to Glee music (like a prayer, hello)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ate crazy core skittles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tripped in computer class in front everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ate salt and vinegar chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Read to many blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Succeeded at french braiding my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel good about today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-717501077993535555?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/717501077993535555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=717501077993535555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/717501077993535555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/717501077993535555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-is-good-start.html' title='May is a good start'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-3069674019585277547</id><published>2010-04-30T22:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:24:46.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>Ever since I can remember this was one of my favorite movies. Probably because I liked the songs in it. Well today I watched it and wow has it been a long time since I have seen it. I love everything about that movie. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Except the swearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course it left me with a crying session, but I still loved every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have realized something about me and movies. Movies that end with me crying or on the verge of crying always leave me unsatisfied. And this is why. I am always sad that either the person dies (which happens in most cases) someone leaves or something to that effect. I am always wanting more. Which is a good thing. It's just I want to stop watching the movies because I know I will not be very pleased at the end. At this moment after watching A Walk to Remember I feel happy yet sad. Very weird feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quote: "It's like the wind I can't see it but I can feel it." Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our love is like the wind, I cant see it, but I can feel it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-3069674019585277547?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3069674019585277547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=3069674019585277547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3069674019585277547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/3069674019585277547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8600936120913134791</id><published>2010-04-27T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:03:32.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self defense</title><content type='html'>Young Womens is such a delightful thing. I look forward to 7 o'clock every Tuesday. Today I was especially excited. On Sunday I announced "meet at the church at seven for a self defense class". AWESOME! We gathered and quickly shoved into cars. We had arrived. I jumped out and saw that there was a class going on. Ooo lets watch I insisted. Of course they showed off their awesome ninja skills. Especially one boy about my age hoping to woo us girls. It was funny as he yelled louder than the rest and strained those high kicks and even blushed when a girl in the class noticed him trying to show off. In his defense he was pretty good for a purple belt.&lt;div&gt;Next it was our turn. I bowed and then stepped on the mat cause I knew I was suppose to do that. Everyone else just slowly pranced on to the mat. Next we were instructed to yell and kick and "act" like we were hurting our partners. It was fun. Kicking is my new passion. Dont tell anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were done that same boy got back on the mat and started showing off again. What entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8600936120913134791?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8600936120913134791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8600936120913134791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8600936120913134791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8600936120913134791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-defense.html' title='Self defense'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2981771569801245883</id><published>2010-04-24T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:26:36.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work those shops!</title><content type='html'>My eyes opened slowly around 7 o'clock. An hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. "Work shop" I said excitedly to myself. I forced myself back to sleep for fear I wouldn't be able to get though the day with the amount of sleep I had. 8 o'clock comes around and I woke up. "Workshop!" (deja vu?) I immediately started getting ready. Clothes. Check. Hair check. Contract papers that weren't completely filled out. Check. I was set.&lt;div&gt;I could feel those butterflies starting to flutter. Didnt know why, so I got more. "How much longer?" Finally I arrived with papers in one hand and sweat in the other. I was prepared. One foot after another I got inside the doors near my competition. I followed the same old drill. I found a marker and wrote my name on a sticky piece of paper, slapped it on my jeans and sat down. The awkwardness grew as I sat there by myself. It soon ended when Staci got to the front to welcome everyone. Phew! Someone I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few hours talking and laughing we got to the serious part. The private interview and resame. Thoughts quickly filled my mind of how I could write my resame and what to put in it. While writing my thoughts I hear "toms". I grew excited inside. "Oh I know what those are" I said quietly. Then pointed to my shoes. I felt accomplished. I knew something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our talking was over I felt excited and nervous. "Can I really do this?" Yes. Yes I can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2981771569801245883?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2981771569801245883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2981771569801245883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2981771569801245883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2981771569801245883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/work-those-shops.html' title='Work those shops!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-4294473527566522371</id><published>2010-03-28T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:28:27.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The BoM!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it! I finished this good boy right here!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I would say bad boy but its not really bad at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://BEC9737C-27D8-4A72-B55B-03D12A60CAEA/e-09.gif" alt="e-09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-4294473527566522371?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4294473527566522371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=4294473527566522371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4294473527566522371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/4294473527566522371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bom.html' title='The BoM!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2416054001179424869</id><published>2010-03-24T18:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:22:50.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEXICO!</title><content type='html'>Mexico...a place of learning and place of love and a place of friends. On March 12-19 I was able to go to Mexico with a few people from my school. What an amazing experience! Down there we were able to stay with members of the church. I was blessed with an amazing family. Papa Immanuel, mama Betty, brother Peter and Hosea and sister caroline!&lt;div&gt;We worked four days and played and traveled the others. We made cement floors for people and we dug a toilet hole. Hard work but it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went the the Veracruz temple down there and it was GORGEOUS! Luckily for me I was able to sit on the hill and see the sunset behind the temple and see the lights come on. It was so amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish the weather here could be like it was down there. Oh well its getting warmer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2416054001179424869?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2416054001179424869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2416054001179424869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2416054001179424869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2416054001179424869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexico.html' title='MEXICO!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-8923200900835648337</id><published>2009-06-13T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:37:23.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no hear</title><content type='html'>Hey.... so I am bad at this blogging thing but I dont really care that much.&lt;div&gt;What have I been up to lately you ask. Well June 1-6 I went to EFY and BYU. It was tons of fun. Made tons of friends. And then after that I went to California. We went to Disneyland for two days for 16 hours. Um talk about foot pain. We also got to see cousins while we were there which mad it all the more exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next activity this summer. Youth conference. I am excited! Lets hope I have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. its my birthday!!!! I am no longer thirteen. Goodbye to those days. 14!!!!! here we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-8923200900835648337?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8923200900835648337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=8923200900835648337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8923200900835648337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/8923200900835648337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-hear.html' title='Long time no hear'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7270195018503789060</id><published>2009-03-15T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:57:27.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dyed my hair!</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago I dyed my hair with my BFF! I wanted to go brown because I wanted a change. Luckily Rachel and I were lucky enough to have Sam do our hair for us.&lt;div&gt; Here are some before pictures of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3357559168/" title="me by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3357559168_5eafb5c8ea.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3357562614/" title="rachel by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3357562614_7f41a462dd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="rachel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356746917/" title="before by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3356746917_d5b6188a0c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="before" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356747977/" title="... by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3356747977_ba219e28cd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3357566392/" title="process by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3357566392_81076cf41a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="process" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My neck after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356750271/" title="neck after done by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3356750271_108912733d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="neck after done" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rachels turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356751489/" title="... by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3356751489_10aefeed89.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356752641/" title="process by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3356752641_f5b4cb3518.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="process" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3357571158/" title="me by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3357571158_57fc2557ed.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rachel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3356755035/" title="rachel by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3356755035_aee0c69e9d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="rachel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both of us&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3357574022/" title="after by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3357574022_27fae0815c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="after" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So there you go. There is my new hair color. I love it!&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/9219917051028690162-7270195018503789060?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7270195018503789060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7270195018503789060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7270195018503789060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7270195018503789060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dyed-my-hair.html' title='I dyed my hair!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3357559168_5eafb5c8ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9142541076418675376</id><published>2009-02-07T10:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:09:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>So I now have pictures of Christmas stuff. Not many but thats Ok right?&lt;br /&gt;Her is me playing the money game. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045191/" title="money game by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3529/3260045191_5104d73359.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="money game" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is us at Noah's playing Walleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045199/" title="walleyball by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3260045199_0d7fe9f909.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="walleyball" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our reservation name. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045203/" title="sign by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/3260045203_6e66f63deb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="sign" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this pictures is at the BYU basketball game where they are announcing all the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045215/" title="BYU by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3260045215_a84e32c073.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="BYU" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my Christmas stuff. Well not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045235/" title="stuff by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3260045235_2cc41871aa.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="stuff" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my awesome ripstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/3260045221/" title="ripstick by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3260045221_63b435773f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="ripstick" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-9142541076418675376?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9142541076418675376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9142541076418675376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9142541076418675376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9142541076418675376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3529/3260045191_5104d73359_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-7566059736263241380</id><published>2009-01-30T19:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:08:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and what not</title><content type='html'>Well I know its been a while since I have blogged but now I do all my blogging on my new facebook account. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we had lots of celebrating for Christmas this year. Most of it was done by the Johnson side of the family so sorry Hess family you let me down. Haha Jk.&lt;br /&gt;As always we went to my Grandma's house and ate (which is my favorite part) and we watched T.V. and played the money game and did a talent show. I would show pictures but  my computer won't work. Oh well. Then we did Walleyball at Noah's. Lots of fun! And we also went to progressive power tumbling. And after that we went to a BYU B-ball game. The sad thing is that they lost and apparently they haven't lost at their home for a while or something like that. So that was a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Hess side of the family we went over to my Aunt's house and ate again and talked and played white elephant. I ended up getting a reindeer that poops candy. Yeah I know its awesome. Oh and the best part is that I got to hold one of  my baby cousins once removed. Oh yes it was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas was good. For Christmas I got: a camera, a rip stick (like a skateboard) , new shirts and new scarfs that I absolutely love! , a movie and other little things. It was great. Thanks mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I got into EFY! I am so excited. It will be my first year. I am going in June. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-7566059736263241380?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7566059736263241380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=7566059736263241380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7566059736263241380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/7566059736263241380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-and-what-not.html' title='Christmas and what not'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9005137818197310303</id><published>2008-12-21T16:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:03:49.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days of christmas'/><title type='text'>12 days of Christmas present ideas</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; my Aunt Holly was so kind to do a twelve days of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to us. She gave us a little present for each day having to deal with the symbol or whatever you want to call it. I thought it was really cool and thought it would be cool to share.&lt;div&gt;1st day: Partridge in a pear tree- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pears and cottage cheese&lt;/span&gt; (which is really good by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day: Two turtle doves-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Dove chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd day: Three French Hens- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;French bread and butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th day: Four calling birds- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bird seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th day: Five gold rings- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Candy rings&lt;/span&gt; (like peach rings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th day: Six geese of laying- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Egg nog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th day: Seven swans of swimming- We never got that one sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th day: Eight maids of milking- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pillow to sit on while milking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th day: Nine ladies dancing- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kisses from the ladies dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th day: Ten lords of leaping- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reindeer a leaping&lt;/span&gt; (candy canes with google eyes and pipe cleaner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th day: Eleven pipers piping- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;chocolate flutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12th day: Twelve drummers drumming- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Drum of cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a merry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas&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/9219917051028690162-9005137818197310303?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9005137818197310303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9005137818197310303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9005137818197310303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9005137818197310303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-present-ideas.html' title='12 days of Christmas present ideas'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-1432680818687576293</id><published>2008-12-13T22:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:56:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down begins!</title><content type='html'>12 more days till' Christmas. I was thinking of getting a little present for each day like a recipe or something. But I don't think I will get on everyday. So maybe I will give two of some of my favorite recipes in the next couple days. If you have any other ideas plz comment. If this is boring to bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-1432680818687576293?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1432680818687576293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=1432680818687576293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1432680818687576293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/1432680818687576293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-down-begins.html' title='The count down begins!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-9220886496704165759</id><published>2008-11-23T17:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:18:33.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!/ BYU</title><content type='html'>I went and saw twilight on Friday November 21, and it was so good! I  loved it. I thought it wouldn't be that good because the book is amazing but it turned out to be one of my favorite movies so far. The characters play their parts very well. Many people I have talked to have not read the book and said they loved it. I would go see it if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad BYU lost against the Utes! The one time i actually sit down and watch is when they loose. Great timing guys. Anyways the score was Utes: 48 BYU: 24. Double the score. That's so stupid. I guess I wont get my hopes up next time.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am going to pictures on here soon of me without my braces. They look really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-9220886496704165759?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9220886496704165759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=9220886496704165759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9220886496704165759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/9220886496704165759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-byu.html' title='Twilight!/ BYU'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-86908173805913595</id><published>2008-11-01T12:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:32:25.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aida</title><content type='html'>The other night I went and saw Aida at Hale Center Theater. It is one of the best plays I have ever seen. I love all the songs and the characters. One of the characters that was my favorite turned out to be Nephi from Liken the Scriptures. He has an amazing voice and a great ability to play the part so well. I found this video on youtube of one of my favorite songs. The guy is the one that I loved. Not the real one but you get an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfyrKFdJEMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfyrKFdJEMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-86908173805913595?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/86908173805913595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=86908173805913595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/86908173805913595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/86908173805913595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/aida.html' title='Aida'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-2048574186498466773</id><published>2008-10-24T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:06:41.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5!!!!</title><content type='html'>On November 5th I get my braces off. Yeah me! When I get them off I will do a before and after picture so can really see how gross my teeth were before and how nice they are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-2048574186498466773?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2048574186498466773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=2048574186498466773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2048574186498466773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/2048574186498466773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/november-5.html' title='November 5!!!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-964471151863388268</id><published>2008-10-08T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:04:49.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>During General Conference on Sunday morning my grandpa was mentioned during the prophets talk. When he was mentioned my whole house was quite. I am so thankful for my grandpa and all that he does for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-964471151863388268?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/964471151863388268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=964471151863388268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/964471151863388268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/964471151863388268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219917051028690162.post-6180924311955863261</id><published>2008-10-04T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:01:53.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston part 1</title><content type='html'>I finally got the pictures. It will be really long but hang tight. Also I might not remember everything so sorry ahead of time. Also this will not be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our first days there when everyone was not there we went kayaking. It was fun. While we were kayaking my aunt took us to a rope swing. We did that for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912263315/" title="kayaking by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2912263315_2814849717.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="kayaking" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other things we did while others were not there is we went to Salem. That is where they had many witch trails and scary things like that. It was really scary there. It was right by the ocean so it was really foggy. I guess that added to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912268083/" title="salem by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2912268083_821baa6b65.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="salem" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is by the beach in Salem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913112604/" title="beach by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2913112604_a95c7279ae.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="beach" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the House of Seven Gables. I was not very excited about it because I had no clue what it was. I guess a man wrote a book about living there and what it was like. It was very pretty. Unfortunately we could not go explore around because I think it cost about 10-20 dollars to get in. But we did manage to get a picture by the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912267369/" title="house of seven gables by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2912267369_bd500599e8.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="house of seven gables" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the House of Seven Gables there was a candy shop. I begged to go and we did. It turns out that that store is the oldest candy shop ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912265139/" title="oldest candy shop by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2912265139_6f8caf8d83.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="oldest candy shop" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once most of the people got to Boston we went on an amazing bike tour. It was about 15 miles. I was freaked out because they said we would be going in the streets and through lights. But actually it was so much fun I would do it again in a heart beat. Our tour guides were also very friendly. That was a huge bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913117724/" title="bike tour by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2913117724_8db146478f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="bike tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is during one of the stops. The shirt I am wearing is one I bought from the people doing the bike tour for us. I just remembered that our bikes had bells. It was so much fun to ring them so people would get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913097324/" title="bike tour by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2913097324_8eea444630.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="bike tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stop. The old south meeting house. And our amazing tour guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913098632/" title="old south meeting house by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2913098632_8c8952ee80.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="old south meeting house" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of everybody's favorite stops. FENWAY PARK. We were very lucky because one of our tour guides works there as his second job. He told us some very cool information.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912247879/" title="fenway park by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2912247879_9d03b06b9c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="fenway park" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to rent cars to go places further than where the subway would take us. So meet our cars.&lt;br /&gt;Little Red. And Big White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912286673/" title="little red by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2912286673_afbee87fbd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="little red" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912285405/" title="big white by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2912285405_a950124ef8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="big white" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place we took these cars was Plymouth Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining the whole time we were there. But we bought ponchos and toughed it out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913136268/" title="plymouth by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2913136268_878cec96e9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="plymouth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913136928/" title="rain by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2913136928_0979c23673.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="rain" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at Plymouth they had a replica of the Mayflower. It was still raining. But I guess thats what it always like there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913137858/" title="mayflower 2 by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2913137858_3956bc05a0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="mayflower 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving our "tour guide" teacher took us over to see the Plymouth rock. It was under construction so we could not see the front.  It is under the building.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913139378/" title="IMG_1010 by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2913139378_bff3294c13.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913140914/" title="plymouth rock by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2913140914_dfd713fb75.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="plymouth rock" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we did kind of what ever we wanted to do. We ended going to the mall, and there is a building called the Prudential Tower where you can go to the 51th floor get a cellphone thing and look out the windows and learn more about the city. Here is a picture from one of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912251403/" title="boston by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2912251403_28f8f9ec0c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="boston" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Concord and Lexington. We had to hurry so I don't have really any pictures. This is where the "first shot heard around the world" started the Revolutionary war. This picture is taken at the bridge there where a lot of the fighting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912311427/" title="concord bridge by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2912311427_184e929ef1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="concord bridge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a walk around a little lake. In the water was this. I thought it was weird. There was a fish right by it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913146928/" title="weird by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2913146928_503d72e448.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="weird" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our walk we found this marking of a house where a man lived. In the middle of the "woods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2912300041/" title="IMG_1076 by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2912300041_4b10311554.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1076" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I am going to add to this post is we went to a cemetery and found William Bradford's grave. That was a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913143618/" title="william bradford by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/2913143618_8d486e578a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="william bradford" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, there was some rain clouds rolling in. It was cool to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27740042@N06/2913144538/" title="rolling clouds by *Chloe I*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2913144538_b1f2ebd429.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="rolling clouds" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining a bit later so I decided to go back to the car. About ten minutes one of the parents says we were going to the hospital. It turned out that our teacher fell and broke her arm. Luckily a lady was driving by and knew where the one of the best and closest hospital was. She was kind enough to show us the way. This just shows the Lord works in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned more to come. And PA pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219917051028690162-6180924311955863261?l=thechloeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6180924311955863261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219917051028690162&amp;postID=6180924311955863261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6180924311955863261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219917051028690162/posts/default/6180924311955863261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechloeblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/boston-part-1.html' title='Boston part 1'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15187700151464666922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfS9h7npLIc/TrH5CaDcfVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NM7IVHOb-3o/s220/superwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2912263315_2814849717_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
