<?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-1070705299174902173</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:59:07.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ellie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8090450587883238546</id><published>2009-11-20T17:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:47:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining!</title><content type='html'>So I know that I have severely neglected my blog..I know this. Not that my life is dull and I have nothing to write about..but I am just so very busy. Due to this fact, I have decided to revive my blog, but in a different way. I want to turn it into a Recipe Blog! So I will try and be better at posting and maybe help you find a few new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first submission Chicken Nacho Bake...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Ellie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Swc4mVEIQtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fJqOcBPjSrI/s1600/Chicken_Nacho_Bake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Swc4mVEIQtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fJqOcBPjSrI/s320/Chicken_Nacho_Bake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406352108822217426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="ingredients"&gt;             &lt;div class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;         4 small         boneless skinless chicken breast halves (1 lb.)        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div class="table-row"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;         1/2 cup          TACO BELL® HOME ORIGINALS® Thick 'N Chunky Salsa        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;         1/4 cup         BREAKSTONE'S or KNUDSEN Sour Cream        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div class="table-row"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;         1/2 cup          crushed tortilla chips        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div class="table-row-gray"&gt;         &lt;div class="column1"&gt;        &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;         1/2 cup         KRAFT Mexican Style Finely Shredded Four Cheese        &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;      &lt;div class="stdContBlock"&gt; &lt;div id="recipeGradHeading" class="recipeGradHeading"&gt;  &lt;div class="head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;  END head &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;  END recipeGradHeading &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div class="recipeMakeItText"&gt;  &lt;div class="stdContBlock"&gt;    &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;PREHEAT &lt;/strong&gt;oven to 400ºF.  Place chicken on foil-covered baking sheet.  Slice three cuts on top of each chicken breast with sharp knife.      &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;TOP &lt;/strong&gt;each chicken breast evenly with salsa, sour cream and tortilla chips.      &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;BAKE &lt;/strong&gt;20 min.  Remove from oven; sprinkle with cheese.  Bake an additional 10 min. or until chicken is cooked through (165ºF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Instead of using salsa, I used Joe T. Garcia's Tomatillo Sauce...it was fab!              &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/1070705299174902173-8090450587883238546?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8090450587883238546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8090450587883238546&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8090450587883238546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8090450587883238546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Swc4mVEIQtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fJqOcBPjSrI/s72-c/Chicken_Nacho_Bake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8182488547122538363</id><published>2009-07-04T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:07:05.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Tidbit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sk-KnrSXlMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Rf8gQqckik8/s1600-h/KEENWA01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sk-KnrSXlMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Rf8gQqckik8/s320/KEENWA01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354650896206107842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found this interesting. You will have to click on it to make it big enough to read.&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/1070705299174902173-8182488547122538363?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8182488547122538363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8182488547122538363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8182488547122538363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8182488547122538363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-tidbit.html' title='An Interesting Tidbit...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sk-KnrSXlMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Rf8gQqckik8/s72-c/KEENWA01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8471081600057109265</id><published>2009-06-12T17:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:03:28.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a usually a fan of this song..but I loved this one! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to delete this...it was covering my screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8471081600057109265?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8471081600057109265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8471081600057109265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8471081600057109265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8471081600057109265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/06/must.html' title='A Must!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6742044179768491353</id><published>2009-05-19T20:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:40:53.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Finds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNsk9rSWwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y0fMrP0H3z0/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was documenting the bruises on Marc's body...ya know, from his trip down the ravine. (I won't be sharing those...to much for a blog!) But as I was reviewing the pictures, I found some pictures of my cute little Gracie Kate that I took back in March..I had forgotten bout them! So here they are!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNsk9rSWwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y0fMrP0H3z0/s320/DSC01373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337729365651380994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNsOOBEz5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/44rp1xQS9ac/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNsOOBEz5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/44rp1xQS9ac/s320/DSC01367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337728974900744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNqaUosZHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IVDmV7v9hpk/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNqaUosZHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IVDmV7v9hpk/s320/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337726983812703346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNrRWs2U0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WPXak70zPp4/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNrRWs2U0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/WPXak70zPp4/s320/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337727929259807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNq0CumAdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QhIF86ExPXI/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNq0CumAdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QhIF86ExPXI/s320/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337727425682211282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6742044179768491353?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6742044179768491353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6742044179768491353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6742044179768491353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6742044179768491353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-finds.html' title='New Finds!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/ShNsk9rSWwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y0fMrP0H3z0/s72-c/DSC01373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-673082014830689296</id><published>2009-05-10T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:49:46.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things and Bad Things</title><content type='html'>So as I sit here at the hospital,(not for me)I have realized that I have never really spent a lot of time in hospitals, which is a good thing. Yet, I have spent about the last 24 hours here because my very good sweet "friend" accidentally drove himself off into a 20 foot ravine. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sgee73cT5OI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZB9ZUduRUAM/s1600-h/atv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sgee73cT5OI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZB9ZUduRUAM/s320/atv.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334407034975806690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. He really shouldn't be alive OR be able to walk..but is both...or at least will be in the future...walking that is!&lt;br /&gt;So he is in ICU with a severely broken and bruised body. It breaks my heart to see the pain and sadness in his eyes when he looks at me. It's heart wrenching. A few years ago he had surgery where 6 feet of intestine was removed and he says this is worse. This is the very sad part..to see all these sick people on the edge or life and death. I couldn't work here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note..there are babies that are born here! Lots of Texas babies..which can only be good! AND this place has the best food! I think I had the best grilled chicken sandwich EVER today! Also some of the best pecan pie ever..and I am picky about my pecan pie! And it's all so cheap..probably because they want you to feel better about paying the very large and expensive medical bills.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SgedfvxScFI/AAAAAAAAAag/kzyJmklnWtY/s1600-h/Expensive_Hospital_Stay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SgedfvxScFI/AAAAAAAAAag/kzyJmklnWtY/s320/Expensive_Hospital_Stay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334405452368343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am writing this post from the courtesy high speed internet! Gotta love it! It's better than anything you can get from my small hillybilly town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hillbillys...there are so many of there here! Everywhere! It's like the come in from the sticks and hang out here! They literlly have camped out in the ICU waiting room..with blankets and cheese and crackers and everything! It's amazing..i had no idea people did this! So does this mean hillbillys have more accidents or do they just like the nice amenities? Like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-673082014830689296?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/673082014830689296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=673082014830689296&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/673082014830689296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/673082014830689296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-things-and-bad-things.html' title='Good things and Bad Things'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sgee73cT5OI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZB9ZUduRUAM/s72-c/atv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2361511754527189484</id><published>2009-05-05T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:57:03.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG 29!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SgEWzuTE1FI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZUJfvo2x1CY/s1600-h/elleinhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SgEWzuTE1FI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZUJfvo2x1CY/s320/elleinhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568511640556626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tomorrow I will have been on this earth&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;29&lt;/span&gt; years! I can't believe it..it has gone fast. So, in honor of my birth, I have decided to share with you 29 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;things&lt;/span&gt; about me.&lt;br /&gt;Things that you probably &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and maybe don't care to know for most of them are all nothing but little tidbits about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CEllie%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;I once      almost lost an eye to a rooster…still have the scar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was      voted best hair in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will      not eat anything that ever lived in water…some might call it a crustacean anxiety.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love      to watch movie trailers…and can do so for a lengthy amount of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope      I never marry any one with the last name of G. I hate the way I write      capital Gs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      still wear upper and lower retainers to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      don’t have a middle name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      never broken a bone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was      awake for my wisdom teeth being taken out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      built my first snowman at the age of 20.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was      tongue tied until my tongue was clipped at the age of 6. From that I have      a hard time saying the word &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…but      thankfully have conquered the word turquoise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      two recipes for chocolate chip cookies, one for baking and one for eating      the dough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something      I have inherited from my mother is a 100 year old armadillo shell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      supposedly painted a car with yellow house paint with Luke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was      named after my paternal grandmother who I never met.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate      it when clocks are not set to the correct time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got      my first speeding ticket around the age of 24…and then another one less      than two weeks later…but none since then.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My      guilty pleasures Blue Bell ice cream, Oreos, taking naps and purchasing music from iTunes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      only lived in 3 states: &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:state&gt; – 6      months, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:state&gt; 8 years, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; 20+ years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once      had a gingavectomy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      been called Ellen, Ellie, Elle Belle, Elle, Nor, El Ner, Pooh, Smelly      Ellie, Dory, Ellie May and Flossy May Sweat Belly (something from girls      camp.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      prefer dark chocolate over the other kinds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want      to get married in the month of October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      always wanted to go to hair school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love      Oreo’s dipped in milk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have      never snow or water skied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Peonies and poppies are my favorite flowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I prefer to drive a stick shift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was      born on Tuesday May 6, 1980 at 2:57 p.m in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I can't believe it's been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;year&lt;/span&gt;. It has gone so fast. I have loved it and you couldn't pay me to go back! Although I do miss the snow and all my friends! I have decided that the two best decisions that I have made in my life were to move to Utah..and leave Utah! It was a great time and I wouldn't have changed anything but it was time to move on. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, thank you Texas for welcoming me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SfOHaMKCWII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_g9c2tZvuWE/s1600-h/448965736_41bd477726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SfOHaMKCWII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_g9c2tZvuWE/s320/448965736_41bd477726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328751668119099522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I begin a week long celebration! It will start with celebrating my return to this blessed state and end with celebrating my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday! Pictures will follow...so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5818479984293381256?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5818479984293381256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5818479984293381256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5818479984293381256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5818479984293381256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-back-to-texas.html' title='Come Back to Texas!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SfOHaMKCWII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_g9c2tZvuWE/s72-c/448965736_41bd477726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8780058101122694074</id><published>2009-04-04T12:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:58:30.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SdetrHKyX4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/TRJG9q4seCQ/s1600-h/Cur+Pups1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SdetrHKyX4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/TRJG9q4seCQ/s320/Cur+Pups1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320912440931803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so grown up! And so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8780058101122694074?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8780058101122694074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8780058101122694074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8780058101122694074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8780058101122694074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/04/pups.html' title='Pups'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SdetrHKyX4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/TRJG9q4seCQ/s72-c/Cur+Pups1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-480439694626871453</id><published>2009-03-22T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:12:02.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Published!</title><content type='html'>A friend of my sister needed some design work done...so being the lovely sister that she is, she gave him my name. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://rightchoiceforwc.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just did the top title area. It's still being worked on so what you see now will even be changed. It's simple..and makes me nervous that so many people will see it...judging it! So very nervous...I didn't know when I started that it was being used for political advertisement. No pressure right? It will be so weird to see it on someones yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the most exciting thing I've seen but..you gotta start somewhere right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-480439694626871453?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/480439694626871453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=480439694626871453&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/480439694626871453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/480439694626871453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-published.html' title='I&apos;m Published!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-571862013144034716</id><published>2009-03-03T19:18:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:14:35.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSTRALIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3oSlTTvsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IdMB9j6OUKY/s1600-h/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3oSlTTvsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IdMB9j6OUKY/s320/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309154941688069826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case you haven't seen it, I highly recommend the movie Australia! It could be on my top 5! Maybe it is because growing up I watched a lot of movies that revolved about Australia...and Aborigines. Man from Snowy River (I and II), Crocodile Dundee (I and II) and Quigley Down Under. Some of my favs. But this one topped them all...I highly recommend it. The little Aboriginie boy is one of the sweetest most adorable boys ever and you just want to snatch him off the screen and take him home with you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3oa02QSHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xl0nhUlncQY/s1600-h/3073829296_8770fc5eeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3oa02QSHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xl0nhUlncQY/s320/3073829296_8770fc5eeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309155083300128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if for any reason...there is 2 hours and 45 minutes of Hugh Jackman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3o1NR7nMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FC88Av1-H_g/s1600-h/3072994571_8fe1d1d383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3o1NR7nMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FC88Av1-H_g/s320/3072994571_8fe1d1d383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309155536535264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he IS the Sexiest Man Alive!&lt;br /&gt;If you need some more Hugh time...take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCTDVNgNUeY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCTDVNgNUeY&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-571862013144034716?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/571862013144034716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=571862013144034716&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/571862013144034716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/571862013144034716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/03/australia.html' title='AUSTRALIA!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/Sa3oSlTTvsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IdMB9j6OUKY/s72-c/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3962112786331622469</id><published>2009-02-15T17:15:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:26:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my dad has been wanting a hunting dog for sometime and yesterday he finally got one..or three! They are Catahoula hunting dogs...I just love to say the name...Catahoula. Cat-a-who-la! Say it! It rolls of the tongue very nicely! I am not much of a dog person, but I happen to think they are very cute. Their names have to be short and sharp...I guess easier to holler at when hunting. Dad will take them feral hog hunting with him. I am not exactly sure what their job will be but I want to keep it that way. Because I know feral hogs have very sharp tusks and dogs have died in the line of duty! I will try not to get to attached...ever seen "Where the Red Fern Grows?". If you have you know what I am talking about! Anyway enjoy the cuties! I had to sit on the ground with them to take the pics, otherwise they would run away. They were more comfortable this way...as you can see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi1YLVkmRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yOx8tB8TZ9k/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi1YLVkmRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yOx8tB8TZ9k/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187988193515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dad's favorite...he's the more aggressive one. His name is Max. He must have gotten used to me by then. Sorry for the really white leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi1BJ0JguI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JPCx_awiBT0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi1BJ0JguI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JPCx_awiBT0/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187592647901922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nell is is the only girl and very sweet and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi0evTRTVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RMulE0WS6Ho/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi0evTRTVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RMulE0WS6Ho/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187001415126354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiz8SQjSwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/owgQ8DdmD0k/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiz8SQjSwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/owgQ8DdmD0k/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303186409503542018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nell and Max...licking the Taco Soup of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZizbQpOVOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2jSf88piQg4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZizbQpOVOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2jSf88piQg4/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185842134471906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiy4hKfR5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QwnYO-n4Qz4/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiy4hKfR5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QwnYO-n4Qz4/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185245273540498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiycQj0tJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vE52C-aQqz4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZiycQj0tJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vE52C-aQqz4/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303184759780062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZixqPF8m-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/GTtPK5aW2yg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZixqPF8m-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/GTtPK5aW2yg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303183900392856546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Gus. He didn't get much camera time because he fell asleep first. He has beautiful blue eyes. His full name is Agustus McCrae.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi428pTwFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y2_nGSHutUE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi428pTwFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y2_nGSHutUE/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303191815360594002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gus and Nell taking a nap in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had a little birthday party for Lexi at work. Since I work in the purchasing department I always invite her to do stuff with us. Mostly eating lunch, so we had made her an honorary member of the purchasing department...and the official shirt to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it turned out quite cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi6bLqG2RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RqTOjB3Nkw4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi6bLqG2RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RqTOjB3Nkw4/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303193537377392914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back was actually my favorite. It is full of phrases pertaining to our office. The one in Spanish fits our office perfecting. It means "what's for lunch?" which is the theme in our office. It's amazing how early that question comes up. Sometimes in the 9:00 hour. Sometimes I partake of the lunch feast, but mostly not. It usually something fried and from a cafe or Mexican food and since I work in the heart of little Mexico..sometimes it's hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi8QQXhEEI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-BssfjYzr6g/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi8QQXhEEI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-BssfjYzr6g/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303195548686291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite is Purchasing Envy..everyone wants to be us! We have the most fun!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at our place of employment wants to be us!&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/1070705299174902173-3962112786331622469?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3962112786331622469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3962112786331622469&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3962112786331622469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3962112786331622469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-things.html' title='A few things...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SZi1YLVkmRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yOx8tB8TZ9k/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4747086423594362648</id><published>2009-01-27T13:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:30:29.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice and Cookies</title><content type='html'>So the good thing about living in Texas is that occasionally around this time of year we get a really bad ice storm. We got our first one last night. It rains, or drizzles in this case and then the temp drops and ta da you have a day off to be lazy! Pretty much all schools including colleges have closed and if they do then most people who live far from work just stay home. Or like where I work, they sent everyone home at noon, cause it's supposed to be bad again today. And you really don't want to be out with the crazy Texans who think they can drive on ice with. So here I am at 2 pm still in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SX981hvlT0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xVIY7Yne4tA/s1600-h/2698449769_238976c464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SX981hvlT0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xVIY7Yne4tA/s320/2698449769_238976c464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296088945843851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up my mom would make these cookies called Ranger Cookies (they are really called Texas Ranger cookies...not the baseball team..the law enforcement kind). They are seriously like one of the best cookies you will ever eat...if made properly. If you tell people what is in them they don't sound so good. Almost boring....but believe me they are worth every calorie. They were so good that she would use them to "encourage" school officicals to put us in the classes with the teacher she wanted. It pretty much worked...except for me..I got some of the not so great ones...but that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we I moved out into the big wide world and out on my own I attempted to make them. They would never work out like moms. They were good but not as fluffy and chewy. I went 8 years never making a perfect Ranger cookie and thinking what cooking failure I was. I wondered if it had to do with the humidty in Texas vs. the dryness in Utah. Well now that I am back in Texas I had decided I was going to succeed at making a fabulous Ranger cookie. So I told mom I was going to make them and while I was out she got some of the ingredients from the store. I start to make them and she's watching to me see if maybe she can see why they aren't turing out. Well here's one for starters! She decides to tell me that you can't use instant oats. You have to use the "old fashioned" kind. Hmm that would have been nice to know....8 YEARS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you have to make the cookies exactly like the recipie says. You mix it together in groups. Something I didn't ever really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and what do  ya know! They turned out! Almost as perfect as hers but next time I will mix it as the recipie says. I might have make them several times to perfect them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will share with you this recipie with you and you must try and perfect them yourselves...because they are worth perfecting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas Ranger Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix and cream together:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shortening (no subtitutions)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add and mix well to the above mixture:&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, combine and sift:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, combine:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup old fashioned oats&lt;br /&gt;1 cup coconut&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Rice Krispies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix and add to the above ingredients. Roll into balls and mash with fork onto a&lt;br /&gt;greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usally take them out right at 8 minutes even if they look a little uncooked, that way they are super soft the next day. You can also added chopped pecans, but I prefer them without!&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/1070705299174902173-4747086423594362648?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4747086423594362648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4747086423594362648&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4747086423594362648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4747086423594362648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-and-cookies.html' title='Ice and Cookies'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SX981hvlT0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xVIY7Yne4tA/s72-c/2698449769_238976c464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-528419801509932380</id><published>2009-01-18T20:48:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:36:42.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S ALIVE</title><content type='html'>It really is sad that it takes a comment from yall to spur me on to update my blog. I really have no excuse not to update, it just was so boring I hated to look at it! But I have revived it with some cuteness! I also have not posted any pics from Christmas, so even though January is almost over...here ya go! I promise to do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP507-4uJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3l9pGryGpI0/s1600-h/Jan+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP507-4uJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3l9pGryGpI0/s320/Jan+09+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292848674940434578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took Samantha and her friend downtown  Fort Worth to see the Christmas lights. I felt sorry for that snowman, because he was ironically probably sweating to death in that costume. It was as nice night, maybe only in the 70s. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP7Dk_tdMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/04Et8mhLh9k/s1600-h/Jan+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP7Dk_tdMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/04Et8mhLh9k/s320/Jan+09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292850025979540674" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downtown FW is one of my favorite places to go, especially at night. It's a great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP76CZahsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PJkb5CGC5sA/s1600-h/Jan+09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP76CZahsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PJkb5CGC5sA/s320/Jan+09+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292850961584916162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I found them, reading Twilight. I really tried to distract them withsome thing else but they wouldn't fall for it. I personally think they are too young to read it, if they do&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid they will get the idea that men like Edward actually exist!&lt;br /&gt;They don't need to be disappointed so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP_pRw_lTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OuobOTYzPOY/s1600-h/Jan+09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP_pRw_lTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OuobOTYzPOY/s320/Jan+09+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292855071699080498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Samantha's favorite things to do is go hunting with my dad. She is surprisingly really interested in it. Usually they are hunting deer or wild hog. Early (and I mean very early) on Christmas they go this one...and brought it home to skin and smoke! I have to say that I have seen more than my fair share of dead animals hanging upside down "draining". Samantha is such a little trooper and spends hours with her "papa" skinning and doing what ever else they do to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQAGU9PeLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/H-6EEfF8-Ns/s1600-h/Jan+09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQAGU9PeLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/H-6EEfF8-Ns/s320/Jan+09+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292855570771966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a pic of her in her "mighty hunter" outfit. She's such a Texas girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQA9FKiNrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nrnLFZ58930/s1600-h/Jan+09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQA9FKiNrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nrnLFZ58930/s320/Jan+09+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292856511425558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she must have gotten hot in her hunting clothes because she ended up in her pajamas. I would imagine she had good reasoning behind it. She was probably more concerned about missing out on getting the pig on the smoker than getting the pig on her pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;After all, she could care less if she gets dirty...she's got a job to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQCZ9ogFTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3mr8TLe8qQg/s1600-h/Jan+09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQCZ9ogFTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3mr8TLe8qQg/s320/Jan+09+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292858107131598130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, a job well done! Her daddy must be so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to top of the Christmas season! Dad all gussied up for a fancy outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQDHmsdbPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/482SuRpplCc/s1600-h/Jan+09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXQDHmsdbPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/482SuRpplCc/s320/Jan+09+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292858891248168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was laughing so hard she was crying. Dad puts up with a lot from this women in his house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-528419801509932380?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/528419801509932380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=528419801509932380&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/528419801509932380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/528419801509932380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-alive.html' title='SHE&apos;S ALIVE'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SXP507-4uJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3l9pGryGpI0/s72-c/Jan+09+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3863607602242720173</id><published>2009-01-01T13:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:35:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!</title><content type='html'>Ok, So I know my blog looks boring. Maybe because it's January...January is boring. Or it could be that every time I tried to change it, it was going to delete all my widgets. And I really don't feel like messing with it right now! So for now it will be boring.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SV0o84nv8xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yMMeVoAE9zU/s1600-h/322914038_beae642d9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SV0o84nv8xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yMMeVoAE9zU/s320/322914038_beae642d9c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426564059198226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-3863607602242720173?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3863607602242720173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3863607602242720173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3863607602242720173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3863607602242720173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring.html' title='BORING!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SV0o84nv8xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yMMeVoAE9zU/s72-c/322914038_beae642d9c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2223863434558071286</id><published>2008-12-16T20:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:21:28.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for A Change</title><content type='html'>Well a little bird has told me that I need to update my blog with something about me! And I couldn't agree more! Here are a few highlights of what I have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survived finals! I have really liked my classes so far, the biggest surprise was photography. I enjoyed it so much more than I thought I would and am considering taking another class...or two! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reached my 6th month mark at my job! I never realized how much fun working with mostly men can be! Oh don't get me wrong, I am lost without my lunch buddy Lexi and my super funny office mate Veronica! But the men are so entertaining! There is always some exciting drama going on there. It seems like everyone gets a nickname and so far I have been given the names of "The Mormon Girl" and "Pojo" (after my high school mascot).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remembered that Texas is capable of producing cold weather! Really cold weather! It doesn't last as long as it did in Utah but it hurts more...gotta love humidity...On Sunday it was 78 and on Monday it was in the 20s. And today it "snowed" for about 2 minutes...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear friend Lexi and her friends have let me join their Bible Study! I have never been to a Bible Study of a different religion...but I am open to new adventures. Yesterday we met and ate BBQ, baked beans, cole slaw and potato salad!...How Texas is that...the Bible with some Brisket!? And there really was more giggling than anything...but one day we will get to the important stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I have recently been thinking how different my life is from 6 months ago. For starters, I used to really not like Mexican food. I once got sick on it. But now I crave it. It's like this whole new world of taste has happened and I can't seem to get enough of it! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondly, I open the mail at work and just in doing that made me think how different things are. I open the mail and get Christmas cards with Santa and some large piece of machinery like a a back hoe or tractor. I used to work in a really cushy dental office. It was beautiful. Now I work in a metal building that has that has mud tracked on the floor and a warehouse attached. It houses things that would be used in any sort of manual labor...shovels, axes, a fork lift...and an assortment of random mice and rats that feed on grass seed. There is also a wild turkey and chicken that have showed up. I don't know where they came from...we are in downtown Fort Worth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, I come home from shopping on Saturday to see a dead deer hanging in front of the workshop with it's skin missing and it's tongue hanging out of its sad little mouth. My friend's little boy who is with me sees it and says "I love it". He's three.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now...Don't you all want to move to TEXAS?&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/1070705299174902173-2223863434558071286?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2223863434558071286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2223863434558071286&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2223863434558071286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2223863434558071286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-change.html' title='Time for A Change'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5871458626263494423</id><published>2008-11-27T08:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:16:15.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Personal Brand of Heroin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SS65GmcolQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UdWqmHpH_N4/s1600-h/2560023662_492e2e6554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SS65GmcolQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UdWqmHpH_N4/s320/2560023662_492e2e6554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273355736748430594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I have an addiction. An addiction that consumes a lot of my dreams at night...yes I have to admit...I dream about Edward. I have now seen the movie 3 times and will start my 3rd round of reading as soon as finals are done. I have concluded that there are subliminal messages in there somewhere! (My oldest friend Emily and I who would obsess over things as teenagers...are now once again obsessing. I feel like I am 14 again!)  I need help. Does someone have a cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5871458626263494423?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5871458626263494423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5871458626263494423&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5871458626263494423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5871458626263494423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-own-personal-brand-of-heroin.html' title='My Own Personal Brand of Heroin'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SS65GmcolQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UdWqmHpH_N4/s72-c/2560023662_492e2e6554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4820975700165961526</id><published>2008-11-16T19:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:55:12.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SSDbVx9vJvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dm469UjO5qc/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SSDbVx9vJvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dm469UjO5qc/s320/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269452731259496178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking Lexi on the phone at work and I heard something that I couldn't believe: Christmas music. I am not even sure if it was Halloween yet. I thought...it's not even cold yet how can she listen to Christmas music. (The thought hadn't come yet that that in some places in the world, that it isn't cold at Christmas with 6 inches of snow outside. Believe me I am still in denial and I think it's still September. Yet, I am trying to cope and I have now started to deal with that fact and it makes me dead inside...very sad I know..but dad has just offered to take me hog hunting with him. He says that will make me feel cold...hmmm not really what I was going for dad...but thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...because I want to be just like Lexi (she even getting her CDL...very impressive in my book...she's such a Texas woman) I have decided to bust out the Christmas music. I was going through and picking out my favorites which is hard cause I have a lot. But I have decided to list my top 10 favorite Christmas songs. And here they are...in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. God Rest Ye Merry Gentelmen &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bare Naked Ladies with Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can rock it like the BNL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Carol of the Bells&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;I must love this song because I have 10 different verisions of it. I think Mannheim Steamroller's is my fav because it's the one they play on Home Alone...one of my favorite Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Christmas in Dixie&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt;..it always makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms&lt;/span&gt; My first grade teacher Miss Rutherford taught us the lyrics and I have never forgotten them and think of her ever time I hear it. I should tell her that next time I see her...I always see her at the grocery store these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jingle Bells - Barry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funnest song to sing ever!-especially during rush hour and as animated and loudly as possible! After all the best way to spread Christmas Cheer, is singing loud for all to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Last Christmas -Wham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no explanation...I am sorry I just love it...don't judge me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mary, Did you know? Kenny Rogers and Wynonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's just a beautiful song and they do it really well, very moving. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rocking Around the Christmas Tree- Brenda Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It reminds me of my mom.... and Home Alone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Where Are You Christmas? Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have never seen the movie it's from, but it's is also a good one to sing loudly to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;and maybe cry a little as well.  ( And if you think crying to music to abnormal...don't worry it's genetic...just read my sisters latest post entitled:I Need A Good Cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Honorable Mention: Baby It's Cold Outside - Buddy the Elf and Jovey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe it isn't like a real part of the movie but she has a great voice and it's my favorite part of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there you have ! I am now in the official Christmas spirit! Even if I have no snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-4820975700165961526?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4820975700165961526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4820975700165961526&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4820975700165961526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4820975700165961526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SSDbVx9vJvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dm469UjO5qc/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5059456907095776216</id><published>2008-11-14T07:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:50:45.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so ashamed!</title><content type='html'>I tried so hard not to like it. But it just kept creeping up on me and suddenly out of no where it was there. I would try to resist because I knew I couldn't like it. It is so wrong to like it. AND then to purchase it...it was such a struggle...I couldn't resisit...I BOUGHT THE NEW BRITNEY SPEARS'S SONG! I know...I should be publicly flogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SJZZ__zqoo&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/3SJZZ__zqoo&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/1070705299174902173-5059456907095776216?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5059456907095776216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5059456907095776216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5059456907095776216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5059456907095776216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-ashamed.html' title='I am so ashamed!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-7294452479449489638</id><published>2008-11-09T19:34:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:56:34.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>Tara called me tonight and asked why I hadn't been blogging...well I have just been busy. Well she has to and still manages to blog so I better get with it! So to sum up the last few weeks, Amanda visited in early October...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRewxSe6OfI/AAAAAAAAASc/-ffnrsJRNcw/s1600-h/oct+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRewxSe6OfI/AAAAAAAAASc/-ffnrsJRNcw/s320/oct+08+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872650054646258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is she and Cait...with Cait looking someone stoned....hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 2 Halloween parties one at Lexi's house...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SReew0T8YxI/AAAAAAAAASM/KiKRG4o5Ak4/s1600-h/me+and+lexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SReew0T8YxI/AAAAAAAAASM/KiKRG4o5Ak4/s320/me+and+lexi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266852850746286866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one at Jamie's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRemmzKTYiI/AAAAAAAAASU/f_gql6-EMRA/s1600-h/oct+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRemmzKTYiI/AAAAAAAAASU/f_gql6-EMRA/s320/oct+08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266861474731745826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I went to Utah for the weekend. It was fabulous to see all my friends and family..but I am glad I don't live there anymore! It's like they say... you can never go back! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRemmzKTYiI/AAAAAAAAASU/f_gql6-EMRA/s1600-h/oct+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for being such a slacker! I will try to do better!&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/1070705299174902173-7294452479449489638?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/7294452479449489638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=7294452479449489638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7294452479449489638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7294452479449489638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SRewxSe6OfI/AAAAAAAAASc/-ffnrsJRNcw/s72-c/oct+08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3009597680815819988</id><published>2008-10-16T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:11:17.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayin Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disco tune "Stayin' Alive" could save your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPgBtmYSPXI/AAAAAAAAASE/ATFbAHl9SXM/s1600-h/2008_10_16t141836_450x328_us_heart_beegees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPgBtmYSPXI/AAAAAAAAASE/ATFbAHl9SXM/s320/2008_10_16t141836_450x328_us_heart_beegees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257954447863201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WASHINGTON (Reuters) – U.S. doctors have found the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_0"&gt;Bee Gees&lt;/span&gt; 1977 disco anthem "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_1"&gt;Stayin' Alive&lt;/span&gt;" provides an ideal beat to follow while  performing chest compressions as part of CPR on a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_2"&gt;heart attack victim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_3"&gt;American Heart  Association&lt;/span&gt; calls for chest compressions to be given at a rate of 100 per  minute in cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). "Stayin' Alive" almost perfectly  matches that, with 103 beats per minute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CPR is a lifesaving technique involving chest compressions alone or with  mouth-to-mouth rescue breathing. It is used in emergencies such as &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_4"&gt;cardiac arrest&lt;/span&gt; in which a person's  breathing or heartbeat has stopped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CPR can triple &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_5"&gt;survival  rates&lt;/span&gt;, but some people are reluctant to do it in part because they are  unsure about the proper rhythm for chest compressions. But research has shown  many people do chest compressions too slowly during CPR.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a small study headed by Dr. David Matlock of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_6"&gt;University of Illinois College of Medicine&lt;/span&gt; at Peoria,  listening to "Stayin' Alive" helped 15 doctors and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_7"&gt;medical students&lt;/span&gt; to perform chest compressions on  dummies at the proper speed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Five weeks after practicing with the music playing, they were asked to  perform CPR again on dummies by keeping the song in their minds, and again they  kept up a good pace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The theme 'Stayin' Alive' is very appropriate for the situation," Matlock  said in a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_8"&gt;telephone interview&lt;/span&gt;  on Thursday. "Everybody's heard it at some point in their life. People know the  song and can keep it in their head."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The findings will be presented this month at a meeting of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1224201799_9"&gt;American College of Emergency  Physicians&lt;/span&gt; in Chicago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-3009597680815819988?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3009597680815819988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3009597680815819988&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3009597680815819988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3009597680815819988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/10/stayin-alive.html' title='Stayin Alive!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPgBtmYSPXI/AAAAAAAAASE/ATFbAHl9SXM/s72-c/2008_10_16t141836_450x328_us_heart_beegees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9063571202035775363</id><published>2008-10-14T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:18:45.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Clock</title><content type='html'>So you will look to the left you will see a cute little clock. It doesn't tell you but it's counting down the days till I once again get to visit my great friends in Utah! I will only be there a short time! But I am so excited I could just spit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is snow! It's still 85 here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-9063571202035775363?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9063571202035775363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9063571202035775363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9063571202035775363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9063571202035775363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/10/countdown-clock.html' title='Countdown Clock'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3202677100519198214</id><published>2008-10-12T17:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:59:36.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts in the Graveyard!</title><content type='html'>I just love Halloween time! It means the beginning of fall and ultimately the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;I loved getting dressed up as a kid. My all time favorite costume was dressing up as a 50s girl and wearing a poodle skirt...just so I could twirl and make myself dizzy! I would have been that every year but eventually I grew out of the skirt. And lets face it...seeing little girl chubby legs when you twirl is OK but not big girl with chubby legs! (I have to admit my favorite costume as an adult is one of a witch...complete with a feather boa, fishnets and hooker boots!)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPKGBCX2bCI/AAAAAAAAARs/lwrO7ayTlHw/s1600-h/Graveyard_Gelatin_Dessert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256411067469687842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPKGBCX2bCI/AAAAAAAAARs/lwrO7ayTlHw/s320/Graveyard_Gelatin_Dessert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other favorite things at Halloween is the recipe Ghosts in the Graveyard! I have made it every year at Halloween for years. Anything with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt; has be to good. You can see it &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/recipes/graveyard-gelatin-dessert-54852.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that I love about Halloween: the colors, the food, the scary stories, even the music! Gotta love Thriller! And of course living in a small town there is always a scary legend! Well here in little '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Springtown&lt;/span&gt; we have The Glowing Tombstone! I have always wanted to see the Glowing Tombstone and have attempted it once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about ten years ago and Jill, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cait&lt;/span&gt;, Tara, me and one of my friends all piled in Jill's tiny little Toyota Corolla. (This was before she came to her senses and is driving something more substantial!) It's dark outside and we drove down Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Springtown&lt;/span&gt; road to Veal Station &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/span&gt; (yes Veal Station, it was a stagecoach stop and it's around the corner from Smelly Dairy...this is really true). We get to the cemetery and we see that someone else is already there. We see three men sitting in a truck enjoying what I can only imagine is something illegal, (after all we are very far out in the woods.) So we kinda slow down but we decide not to stop because seeing a glowing tombstone is not worth getting killed by stoned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hillbillies&lt;/span&gt;! So, we drive on down the road only to find the high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hillbillies&lt;/span&gt; have caught up with us and they are right on our bumper and have no headlights on!  I am starting to feel like we are about to be part of a scene from Deliverance! We will go faster and then they would get closer and closer! I guess they didn't like us crashing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; substance party! If you are ever looking for something thrilling to do...go driving 60 mph on the windy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;back roads&lt;/span&gt; with crazies chasing you in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day I still haven't seen the Glowing Tombstone...any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..it sounds all cool and all but really it's just the a cow light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reflecitng&lt;/span&gt; off of a headstone. It doesn't really glow..but we like to think it really does......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-3202677100519198214?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3202677100519198214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3202677100519198214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3202677100519198214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3202677100519198214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghosts-in-graveyard.html' title='Ghosts in the Graveyard!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SPKGBCX2bCI/AAAAAAAAARs/lwrO7ayTlHw/s72-c/Graveyard_Gelatin_Dessert1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2670546901123091915</id><published>2008-10-05T10:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:02:08.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Hates Me!</title><content type='html'>I love technology...it brings me great satisfaction in life to have the latest and the greatest computer item. I don't have a lot..but when I get them I expect them to work. Yet, I seem to have really bad luck with these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example one year for Christmas my dad got me a DVD burner/player for my computer. Did it work? No it didn't, even with hours with tech support, a different burner and lots of frustration. So I gave it back to dad to fiddle with. Did it work for him? Yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy a new laptop and love it...but I get the one with a glitch with Vista and iTunes.  When I install iTunes, my DVD drive disappears. To watch a movie or burn a CD, I have to uninstall iTunes. Which is kind of pointless if the point is to burn a CD from iTunes. But life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SOkcVr2QYeI/AAAAAAAAARk/oJDC5dDMzsw/s1600-h/2290175496_fed61747e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SOkcVr2QYeI/AAAAAAAAARk/oJDC5dDMzsw/s320/2290175496_fed61747e3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253761599177515490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I become a Graphic Design student. I buy the complete Creative Suite package from Adobe. It has InDesign, Photoshop, Illustrator and all that fun stuff. I install it. Does it work? NO! I think it's exact words were ""Some problems occurred during installation," "Component install failed"! I was very close to having a wall-eyed hissey fit! But I am trying to be rational and working through the problems with Adobe! But if any of you hear wailing and gnashing of teeth..it's me and my computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2670546901123091915?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2670546901123091915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2670546901123091915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2670546901123091915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2670546901123091915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-noticed-that-ability-to-make.html' title='Technology Hates Me!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SOkcVr2QYeI/AAAAAAAAARk/oJDC5dDMzsw/s72-c/2290175496_fed61747e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-7746685669723954373</id><published>2008-09-27T09:41:00.031-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:38:00.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassment, Ferris Wheels, Police Cars and Legends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5o9wKSznI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EH8lpO1JJQs/s1600-h/embarrassed-woman_%7EAA039990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5o9wKSznI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EH8lpO1JJQs/s320/embarrassed-woman_%7EAA039990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250749625669963378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my last post I have had several questions about what really happened. So I am about to give a mass update about several things. Ok, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. CAN YOU SAY MORTIFIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you all probably saw that I posted a really attractive picture of my friend  and then suddenly blocked my blog and removed the post. You all probably thought that he saw the post and that embarrassed me. Well that isn't at all what happened. My hot Texas man friend knows that I find him very attractive, and I am good enough friends with him that I could blog about his hotness and he be OK with it! If I felt he or I would be embarrassed by that I wouldn't have ever posted it. But what followed that post is something I never would have imagined happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday in class I got text from a friend who works with me and has also read my blog and left a comment. In her text she said go delete your post and make your blog private. At this point I feel a little panic start to rise and so I asked her if something had happened to create this sense of urgency. She said that yes something had happened. Two people had read my blog and then asked her about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those two people were the head honchos of my place of employment! &lt;/span&gt; Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when you type in the name of where I work, it sends them (they are like the CEO's of this company)an email telling them that someone had written about the company in a blog! So these two men had read my blog and now had evidence on three of their employees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found this out I went three shades of red and thought my heart was going to explode! Now I knew everyone where I worked would hear about it and know I was the girl who wrote about how I like to oogle all the men where I work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is funny now but at the time I could not have been more embarrassed! So lets this all be a lesson to you on being careful what you type in your blog. You never know who is reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. THE GREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T STATE FAIR OF TEXAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my life goals is to ride the Ferris Wheel at the State Fair of Texas. And last night I accomplished  that goal! We had so much fun making ourselves sick on fried foods and rides.&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls, Suzanne, is a recent transplant from Utah so we tried to teach her a few things about our "culture" as she calls it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5lBCLWJTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7kmze-Ds0FY/s1600-h/9+26+08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5lBCLWJTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7kmze-Ds0FY/s320/9+26+08+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250745283999311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5nSA-sEjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B3z3O53Ma9k/s1600-h/9+26+08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5nSA-sEjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B3z3O53Ma9k/s320/9+26+08+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747774758818354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ferris Wheel! It actually made me sick to look down from it. The wind rocking the cage didn't help but the view was beautiful with all the lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5olaVOaWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xlr2CWgQlMw/s1600-h/9+26+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5olaVOaWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xlr2CWgQlMw/s320/9+26+08+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250749207493372258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5qF4oKPqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6D-I8m5HsSA/s1600-h/9+26+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5qF4oKPqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6D-I8m5HsSA/s320/9+26+08+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250750864893296290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me and Suzanne...escapees from Happy Valley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5xDHd994I/AAAAAAAAAQA/K5E6FXF2-YE/s1600-h/9+26+08+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5xDHd994I/AAAAAAAAAQA/K5E6FXF2-YE/s320/9+26+08+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250758513918867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Heidi with her "fried" Snickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5xC3-kBlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/x4f1HusW4e0/s1600-h/9+26+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5xC3-kBlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/x4f1HusW4e0/s320/9+26+08+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250758509760611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see us Texans like all things fried. There was even chicken fried bacon and fried cheesecake, fried snowballs, Oreos and even Coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN52FlkeY0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZkKnT1UKJ5o/s1600-h/9+26+08+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN52FlkeY0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZkKnT1UKJ5o/s320/9+26+08+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250764053917098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG TEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN53eW6aWDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1yKNqhF3Yp8/s1600-h/9+26+08+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN53eW6aWDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1yKNqhF3Yp8/s320/9+26+08+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250765578990934066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right after we had gotten off some horrible ride that some man designed to make you want to lose everything you have eaten in the last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN55C01G8SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qK3D4l9EoSo/s1600-h/9+26+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN55C01G8SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qK3D4l9EoSo/s320/9+26+08+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250767305008673058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about much fun as we possibly could and decided it was time to leave..our stomachs couldn't handle anymore! Then the thought came: How do we get out and where did we park? This is something you might want to remember next time you are at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas...at night...with all girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to wander for what seemed like an eternity...the police we asked  several different times did NOT give good directions and we walked the streets aimlessly! So as we entered the half vacant parking lot I begin to get a bit uneasy. After all we are in Dallas! But thank goodness for the Dallas city police officer who gave us lost girls a very long ride back to our car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the following picture is us in the backseat of a Dallas police car. And let me tell you it is really uncomfort&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN57miqEokI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lsh1QUb-WZU/s1600-h/9+26+08+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN57miqEokI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lsh1QUb-WZU/s320/9+26+08+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250770117629092418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;able...the seats are really hard plastic and there are bars everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now say that I have been to the Texas State fair and survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE LEGEND&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18 I fell in love with Paul Newman. He is the epitome of sex appeal. He is beautiful and I am so sad that he has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5-DgWMokI/AAAAAAAAARI/T5wxD8_oxPI/s1600-h/gal-newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5-DgWMokI/AAAAAAAAARI/T5wxD8_oxPI/s320/gal-newman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250772814248321602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5-WjBCTSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/N-AxL2lIAZM/s1600-h/hud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5-WjBCTSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/N-AxL2lIAZM/s320/hud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250773141382384930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Quote from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, you know every time I see Hole-in-the-Wall again, it's like seeing it fresh for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time that happens, I keep asking myself the same question: how could I be so damn stupid to keep coming back here?"                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN59j3g6l1I/AAAAAAAAARA/kOIBF1LDU88/s1600-h/anonymous-robert-redford-and-paul-newman-8401039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN59j3g6l1I/AAAAAAAAARA/kOIBF1LDU88/s320/anonymous-robert-redford-and-paul-newman-8401039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250772270711478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-7746685669723954373?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/7746685669723954373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=7746685669723954373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7746685669723954373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7746685669723954373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/09/embarrassment-ferris-wheels-police-cars.html' title='Embarrassment, Ferris Wheels, Police Cars and Legends'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SN5o9wKSznI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EH8lpO1JJQs/s72-c/embarrassed-woman_%7EAA039990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6895440386391281792</id><published>2008-09-21T20:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:22:30.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entry was removed due to the most embarassing thing that has ever happened to me! It's a really funny story and maybe one day I will blog about it! But until then this is all you get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6895440386391281792?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6895440386391281792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6895440386391281792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6895440386391281792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6895440386391281792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-love-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9058083101470823877</id><published>2008-09-13T21:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:11:57.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Junkie</title><content type='html'>Most of you probably don't know that I am a music junkie. I have about 5000 songs on my computer but still I find it necessary to obtain more. I love finding new music. Itunes has helped with this (they have about 3 you can download each week for free) but I often find that I have a new favorite song because I hear it played in commercials. From this I have learned to a lot of "classic rock" songs. (This is how I discovered Styx...Mr. Roboto)&lt;br /&gt;I usually will take that song and play it to death while I drive to work and school..which is a lot of driving time. So I have decided to add a section to my blog called Song of the Week so that you can see what song I will have killed by the end of the week. Then you too can go and try to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;Well today I saw this commercial and I knew instantly I needed that song. Except for the fact that I can't find it to download  or anywhere really. It is a cover of the song Space Odditity that David Bowie did. Here it is done by a band called Cat Power. (She also did the song Sea of Love from the movie Juno). Anyway, I hope you love it as much as I do. I think it is an awesome commercial.&lt;object width="460" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/qrWfAFHxjF/aus=false/pv=2/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/qrWfAFHxjF/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" height="390" allowFullScreen="true"&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/1070705299174902173-9058083101470823877?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9058083101470823877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9058083101470823877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9058083101470823877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9058083101470823877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-junkie.html' title='Music Junkie'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3110086309767822758</id><published>2008-09-10T18:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:54:00.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Hillary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SMhrOZIJXPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYJGTDUN6-Q/s1600-h/00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SMhrOZIJXPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYJGTDUN6-Q/s320/00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244559661080337650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Joys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;2. Make up and shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Holding a hot little niece/nephew hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3 Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The dark&lt;br /&gt;2. Shots&lt;br /&gt;3. 199 &amp;amp; 820&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not to have a car payment until my 30th birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Get really good a graphic design&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear my retainers every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Obsessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buying music from iTunes&lt;br /&gt;2. having my toes painted&lt;br /&gt;3. school...cause I kinda have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I almost lost an eye to a rooster&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Blue Blue ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. I've never had the chicken poxs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ten years ago…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had just graduated high school&lt;br /&gt;2. I still lived in Texas&lt;br /&gt;3. I think I still used tapes? ( as in the kind you listen to)&lt;br /&gt;4. I was unsure who had won the civil war&lt;br /&gt;5. I had no idea my life would have turned out like it has (that is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things on today’s “to do” list…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go learn some InDesign&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bed early&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how not to get so distracted by the hot Texas man at my office that is very bad for me&lt;br /&gt;4. Update blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Check on my internet orders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks I enjoy…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue Bell ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2. Chips and Rotel&lt;br /&gt;3. Oreos and Milk&lt;br /&gt;4. chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting (and it has to be cold)&lt;br /&gt;5. Snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I would do if I was a millionaire...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off student loans&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a new vehicle (sorry Charlie)&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy a private jet so I can fly to...&lt;br /&gt;5. A vacation home in the moutains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Five places I have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue Water, NM&lt;br /&gt;2. Springtown, TX&lt;br /&gt;3. Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;4. Logan, UT&lt;br /&gt;5. Springtown, TX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-3110086309767822758?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3110086309767822758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3110086309767822758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3110086309767822758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3110086309767822758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-hillary.html' title='Tagged by Hillary!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SMhrOZIJXPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LYJGTDUN6-Q/s72-c/00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2287799835959724196</id><published>2008-08-24T18:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:21:32.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Been A Killing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SLIA4E2F7lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1SDNj-R6XU/s1600-h/1086134928_1b7c1b8618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SLIA4E2F7lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1SDNj-R6XU/s320/1086134928_1b7c1b8618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238250279958605394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not something I typically hear when I answer the phone...but today this is what I got. My parents went to Georgia for a week to visit Tara and her family and I was put in charge of guarding and protecting the home front. Apparently I have already failed on my first day. There I was TRYING to enjoy my Sunday nap when doorbell rang. I wasn't about to answer it...I was in full nap mode and it usually just my parents friends. So I continue my nap or at least try because a bit later it rings again...and then again. Was this a dream or am I really getting this pestered? The thought never crossed my mind that I had just slept through a slaughter! Yes..I did and this three attempts of getting me out of my bed was not working. Apparently some mans "bull pit" had just made a fabulous mess of chicken pie in the front yard! I got all the juicy details from my neighbor who has taken it upon her self to call the police about this matter! Yes..the police...because what will this neighborhood come to if we let this kind of behavior continue! We might as just be living in the slums! My question is...what am I supposed to do...press charges against a dog for killing my chickens? I can imagine that court room walls have heard stranger things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addendum:&lt;/span&gt; So I had some time to ponder the above mentioned killing and I started to think of what other catastrophic events might happen while my parents are away. Will one of the beloved cats die? Will someone break into the house? Will it burn down? I have a very vivid imagination. But not to worry I am sure all will be fine...but it reminds me of a time when there was a death...of a most beloved cat. A cat named Smokey. Smokey had been around for a long time but he died while Jill was on vacation. Now if any of you know Jill,  you know that she is very attached to her animals and would not want one to be disposed of in the usual manner. So how do you preserve a cat until the owner can give it a proper burial? Why you stick it in the freezer of course! You put the cat on a sheet cake pan...nicely laid out in a plastic bag so he can be properly cremated when the time is convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Ways to Tell if Your Family Are Hicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You put a dead cat in the freezer&lt;br /&gt;2. For 2 drivers you own 4 vehicles and all 4  are trucks&lt;br /&gt;3. You have  more than 15 guns in your possession&lt;br /&gt;4. You advertise that you have eggs for sale on homemade&lt;br /&gt;wooden sign in your front yard&lt;br /&gt;5. Your parents refer to each other as "Ma" and "Pa"&lt;br /&gt;5. Excitement consists of hunting feral hog&lt;br /&gt;5. One family member has a tattoo memorializing  a dead family member&lt;br /&gt;5. You spend more money at garage sales than you do at any store (with the exception of Cabella's or Northern Tool)&lt;br /&gt;5. Your cell phone ringer is of a coyote call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hell there is more than 5......&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/1070705299174902173-2287799835959724196?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2287799835959724196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2287799835959724196&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2287799835959724196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2287799835959724196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-been-killing.html' title='There&apos;s Been A Killing!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SLIA4E2F7lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1SDNj-R6XU/s72-c/1086134928_1b7c1b8618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8226527147614995132</id><published>2008-08-21T20:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:56:53.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Love Texas....Especially DFW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4k_zsMUII/AAAAAAAAAOI/0lf6ak9XyiM/s1600-h/DFW-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4k_zsMUII/AAAAAAAAAOI/0lf6ak9XyiM/s320/DFW-collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237164095304388738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At this current time I have 16 radio stations programed into my stereo. Yes, sixteen and I'm not even sure that I have them all. When I lived in Utah I had SIX...yes six. Sad I know...now I can channel flip to my hearts content...and believe me I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue Bell Ice cream. If you have had it you know what I am talking about...if not...well your life  experience can be greatly enhanced with just one spoonful. I haven't had the Hot Chocolate Flavor..but for the love of Pete...I wish I had some right now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4lis81lII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sivFss8I5zk/s1600-h/blue-bell-hot-chocolate-717539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4lis81lII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sivFss8I5zk/s320/blue-bell-hot-chocolate-717539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237164694790575234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rainstorms: In 3.58 seconds you can be completely drenched. Well maybe not that fast, but on Monday I was in it for maybe ten seconds and i was still overly soggy by the time I got to work 45 minutes later.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4na3eAfYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0k8MVq-M8N0/s1600-h/3364040_f8bdb63bb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4na3eAfYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0k8MVq-M8N0/s320/3364040_f8bdb63bb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237166759198358914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Local Men...you will just have to use your imagination for that one. It's not just how they look...its the way the act...and talk...and walk...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Texas Food...Riskey's BBQ...that is all I have to say about that!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4qn6gEsLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6oGAEXXJQc0/s1600-h/steakhouse_008_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4qn6gEsLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6oGAEXXJQc0/s320/steakhouse_008_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237170281885511858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        6. The Sunsets....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4o6ZevMfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VYfagkbdHRc/s1600-h/334858140_8d5d2500c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4o6ZevMfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VYfagkbdHRc/s320/334858140_8d5d2500c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237168400415797746" border="0" /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8226527147614995132?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8226527147614995132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8226527147614995132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8226527147614995132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8226527147614995132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/08/reasons-to-love-texasespecially-dfw.html' title='Reasons to Love Texas....Especially DFW!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SK4k_zsMUII/AAAAAAAAAOI/0lf6ak9XyiM/s72-c/DFW-collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8858546141435808286</id><published>2008-08-08T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:14:56.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Should Have Left Him Alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz9gryBHHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/al_F66iUbyI/s1600-h/tbs_01_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz9gryBHHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/al_F66iUbyI/s320/tbs_01_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232335605047827570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:399.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Ellie\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="tbs_01_thumb"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this may surprise some of you but some of my favorite movies is the Bourne  Trilogy. I LOVE this series. It's intense and amazing and I love that Jason Bourne is just so kick butt rockin' awesome! I mean no one has anything on him. Not James Bond. Not even Jack Bauer. Not even Chuck Norris. I could seriously sit and watch the whole Trilogy in one day...and that is like 6 0r 7 hours! If you have not partaken of the Jason Bourne experience...I suggest you do it! If not for the movie...at least for his arms! Just look at that beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz9A4BwC5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/VOcS5P83jFg/s1600-h/bourne01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz9A4BwC5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/VOcS5P83jFg/s320/bourne01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232335058579229586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8858546141435808286?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8858546141435808286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8858546141435808286&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8858546141435808286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8858546141435808286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-should-have-left-him-alone.html' title='They Should Have Left Him Alone!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz9gryBHHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/al_F66iUbyI/s72-c/tbs_01_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4816914647351189867</id><published>2008-08-08T19:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:53:32.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Annie asked me if the reason that I have not posted is because I have melted away! Close.... But I have just been busy I guess! I am currently rereading all the Twlight books. I am only about to start the second book and everyone has already read the final book...and apparently its good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz24NNCoyI/AAAAAAAAANw/8X2eW1vaA2Y/s1600-h/2399359434_82f60c1f12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz24NNCoyI/AAAAAAAAANw/8X2eW1vaA2Y/s320/2399359434_82f60c1f12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232328312575140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the last week of summer classes! I can't believe 12 weeks have gone that fast! I will be glad that the late nights will be over...but I will miss my friends that I have made in there. My teacher, who is close to my age, has become a good friend and we will continue to play after class is over. Once I get some of my projects back, I will take pics and post them so you all can admire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-4816914647351189867?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4816914647351189867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4816914647351189867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4816914647351189867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4816914647351189867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-annie-asked-me-if-reason-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SJz24NNCoyI/AAAAAAAAANw/8X2eW1vaA2Y/s72-c/2399359434_82f60c1f12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2265350741679144509</id><published>2008-07-28T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:29.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm melting! I'm melting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SI6Nib-CtVI/AAAAAAAAANk/88RZw5nn3mU/s1600-h/0726081755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SI6Nib-CtVI/AAAAAAAAANk/88RZw5nn3mU/s320/0726081755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228271840186774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you  see that right! It says it is 108! This was me on Saturday...we had just left the nice cool theater from seeing Mamma  Mia.. which I totally loved...but can't seem to get the songs out if my head!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I need something cool so I go get an ice cream cone. I get it and suddenly I can't keep it contained! It's melting everywhere! I am sucking and licking as fast as I can and I can not keep up! I sit there for several minutes trying to get this ice cream under control...I am inhaling this ice cream and consider just throwing it out..but it's Braums ice cream.. creamy and delicious! Then in all my licking fury I feel someone watching me. I look over and there are 2 Mexican men and their kids watching me! They were just staring..I can only imagine what they were thinking..&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...don't eat ice cream unless it's under triple digits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2265350741679144509?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2265350741679144509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2265350741679144509&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2265350741679144509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2265350741679144509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-melting-im-melting.html' title='I&apos;m melting! I&apos;m melting!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SI6Nib-CtVI/AAAAAAAAANk/88RZw5nn3mU/s72-c/0726081755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-246905734287376757</id><published>2008-07-23T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:01:30.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Art</title><content type='html'>So I know I just had a post yesterday...but I wanted to share with you this tibdit of information that I learned in class tonight. There is a man who lives in another country, his name is Wim Delvoye...he is Belgian...so I'm not sure that country that is...Anyway this man is an artist. But not an everyday artist...he likes to paint shovels...tattoo pigs...take x-rays of rats,etc...and then calls it art. Well his latest idea for art is a machine called the Cloaca. Basically it is a machine that is "fed" a gourmet meal and then it basically acts as a digestive system and then it will "poop". And the "poop" is the artwork! Yes! I kid you  not! People are paying alot of money to see poop in a vacuum seal. If you wonder why in the world anyone would buy  poop in a baggie...well I just don't know. But the theory behind is it that stupid people will buy "crappy" art for a lot of money. I know it's disgusting, but I somewhat enjoy the irony! If you are so inclined to see the poop and other art you can see it here! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimdelvoye.be/"&gt;http://www.wimdelvoye.be/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-246905734287376757?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/246905734287376757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=246905734287376757&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/246905734287376757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/246905734287376757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/07/crappy-art.html' title='Crappy Art'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-1857735501572855608</id><published>2008-07-22T22:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:48:27.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>Ok, so most of you know I have gone back to school for graphic design...something I have always wanted to do. Well my first class was Design I. It was fun and I enjoyed it. My teacher's name was Stephen. He encouraged me to take his wife's class, Drawing I. I had to take it but I wasn't so sure about it, I am/or was a horrible drawer. I couldn't even draw a cat. Just stars and Texas flags....imagine that! So I was terrified! But I have to say that so far I love this class more than I did the other and it's mostly because of the teacher. We are really close in age and she' really outgoing like me. I have learned some valuable things from the class...for example I could never draw a 3D box! Not a all! But now I can! I know it seems so lame and easy...but I have to say that it was a personal triumph for me to master the 3D box! I really had a hard time getting it..at least the way she was teaching me. But then I did it my way and then (as she put it)....I had a breakthrough! Anyway...so I really like this class and while I am drawing I like to talk...it relaxes me and makes me not so uptight. Which according to Winter (my teacher) makes it hard for me to enjoy drawing...I want it all perfect the first time! She said when she was in Budapest for  an art class the teacher would offer them shots before class to loosen up! Apparently it can help! But apparently talking is all I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am liking my new world. It has definitely taken some getting used to. It was a culture shock for sure! But after 2 and a half months I have decided that I am glad that I made the decision to leave Logan. I thought I would never say that I was glad that I left Logan but I am. I highly recommend to everyone a life altering decision and getting out of your comfort zone ! You will be so glad that you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This post does not in any way mean that I do not miss my Utah friends! I wish I had them with me all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-1857735501572855608?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/1857735501572855608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=1857735501572855608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1857735501572855608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1857735501572855608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/07/drawing-life.html' title='Drawing &amp; Life'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9110588035015948201</id><published>2008-07-05T16:46:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things !</title><content type='html'>So ordinarily I would start out a July 5th blog with stories about how fabulous the 4th was, but today something has taken top priority! I was was perusing the internet catching up on all the internet news, I saw this: REPORTS OF A FRIENDS MOVIE IN THE WORKS! And in 30 seconds all my Friends moments in my life's just came flashing back to me ! Pure bliss! Friends was so juicy in high school but got so so much better in college with 2 of my favorite Friends addicts! Megan and Annie! How many hours we had watching Friends and eating Ben and Jerry's. Friends could cure any sadness and make anything fun! Especially the Friends Triva Game! Ah, moments I will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;But wait...what is even better than waiting so impatiently for the next episode! RERUNS! Everyday they were there for me while I ate dinner.  A perfect way to end a work day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I see that a movie may or may not be made of Friends...it makes me so excited for that day! Because I can promise you Meg and Annie that I will be there with you on opening day with Ben and Jerry's!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAAMv0EyeI/AAAAAAAAANA/RGcpDoe-L8Y/s1600-h/a1294i1_friendsgang2Aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAAMv0EyeI/AAAAAAAAANA/RGcpDoe-L8Y/s320/a1294i1_friendsgang2Aw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219672187115719138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4th was super fun! We started with a little BBQ and fireworks on Thursday night. (Sax has to work all holidays this  year ...he's a fireman.)  I love nothing more than  a good hamburger on the grill.  After the fireworks we went and got in the pool ...swimming at night is very fun  except for one detail. BUGS!  Bugs are everywhere  in  Texas...especially at night when they love the lights in the pool and insist on jumping in and swimming with me! The ones that I  hate ( and hate is  an understatement) is the June Bug. It is the nastiest of all the bugs and I call them what they really are...those little rat bastards. It has these little grasper legs that once it latches it on...it doesn't let go! That is especially horrible when it's in your hair! Just writing about it gives me the heeby jeebies!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHACqA-cPMI/AAAAAAAAANI/re67YF_NbJQ/s1600-h/JuneBug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHACqA-cPMI/AAAAAAAAANI/re67YF_NbJQ/s320/JuneBug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219674888962063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I survived the June bugs..and started Friday morning with a pancake breakfast at the church. I think all 4th of Julys should start with a pancake breakfasts.  That night we went to the Trinity River to watch fireworks. I work for a company that owns the Trinity so I got to us my badge to sneak us through gates and get a perfect view with few people around. As we waited there Cait and Samantha entertained themselves by shimming down the hills of the Trinity on cardboard. (For you utahans this is like ice blocking) It was funny to watch but I wasn't about to do  it and get grass itiches and chiggers ( another rat bastard).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAEmOS9o9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/oujw_L-qvXM/s1600-h/july+4+2008+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAEmOS9o9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/oujw_L-qvXM/s320/july+4+2008+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219677022841578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great view of the Ft. Worth skyline and even better view of the fireworks. They were probably the best, most interesting, and longest fireworks I've ever seen! It was a great 4th and I look forward to the next one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAFb9Znc9I/AAAAAAAAANY/JcbvgmSZ-g0/s1600-h/july+4+2008+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAFb9Znc9I/AAAAAAAAANY/JcbvgmSZ-g0/s320/july+4+2008+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219677946019017682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-9110588035015948201?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9110588035015948201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9110588035015948201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9110588035015948201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9110588035015948201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-things.html' title='A few things !'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SHAAMv0EyeI/AAAAAAAAANA/RGcpDoe-L8Y/s72-c/a1294i1_friendsgang2Aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6709771202883127931</id><published>2008-06-28T17:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:30.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fixin to Tornate!</title><content type='html'>One thing that I have always loved are thunderous, lightening filled, torrential rainstorms. I have been deprived of them for the last eight years and Texas has welcomed me back home with a good number of them. Some have been weaker than others but they are still nice. I haven't gotten close to a tornado yet, but that is probably a good thing. We got one tonight and so far it's just a little rain, wind and black clouds. (For those of you who haven't been in tornado alley, right before it hits it will get very "green" and very still. Creepy still...and then BAM! Your in tornado!) Anyway, there is nothing I love more than a rainy day. Here are some pics right at the beginning!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbGLE6aOmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KH2K1N3sEc8/s1600-h/june+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbGLE6aOmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KH2K1N3sEc8/s320/june+08+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217075111954889314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbGttI9xlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w28bAkABqLU/s1600-h/june+08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbGttI9xlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w28bAkABqLU/s320/june+08+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217075706868909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                            Miss Samantha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbHX00ujpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hnJo1IH8NOk/s1600-h/june+08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbHX00ujpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hnJo1IH8NOk/s320/june+08+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217076430486015634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6709771202883127931?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6709771202883127931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6709771202883127931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6709771202883127931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6709771202883127931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-fixin-to-tornate.html' title='It&apos;s Fixin to Tornate!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SGbGLE6aOmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KH2K1N3sEc8/s72-c/june+08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9098667144078900137</id><published>2008-06-14T08:00:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:31.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am still alive!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have let my blog go for so long with not a word at all! I am sure you are all devastated! Since I have started school my life has become super busy. I leave my house at 9AM and return around 1030PM. So, I don't have time really do to much of anything. But I thought I would post a few pic so that you can see what I have been up to. Sort of. Anyway, I will try to do better...tata for now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPQMCIP9RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cnnmuIubGFk/s1600-h/spring+08+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPQMCIP9RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cnnmuIubGFk/s320/spring+08+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211738098946274578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                One last horahh with my some of my BFFs Annie, Autumn and Meg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPQ_5j-tQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZYFzRQa1OrY/s1600-h/spring+08+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPQ_5j-tQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZYFzRQa1OrY/s320/spring+08+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211738989999863042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPR6aMFi8I/AAAAAAAAALM/Ul6SnvZ0neg/s1600-h/spring+08+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPR6aMFi8I/AAAAAAAAALM/Ul6SnvZ0neg/s320/spring+08+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211739995190430658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovely dress with given to me my Dr. Hurst as a farewell gift. I like to call if my compound dress, to match the ones in south Texas. Notice the book, is that to encourage me to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPTCo_UiFI/AAAAAAAAALU/7RZWO-1NkZw/s1600-h/spring+08+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPTCo_UiFI/AAAAAAAAALU/7RZWO-1NkZw/s320/spring+08+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211741236113999954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such cute cupcakes that my cousin made for me at a family party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPWyO22q5I/AAAAAAAAALc/QHmzyNZjq1o/s1600-h/spring+08+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPWyO22q5I/AAAAAAAAALc/QHmzyNZjq1o/s320/spring+08+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211745352267770770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ugly little thing is named Pork Chop and is a feral hog. Our neighbor has pierced its ears and has trained it like a dog.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPX4--KH7I/AAAAAAAAALk/OcR0is8oWJY/s1600-h/spring+08+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPX4--KH7I/AAAAAAAAALk/OcR0is8oWJY/s320/spring+08+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211746567774150578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Day! Packed up and ready to go!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPZTbMCmrI/AAAAAAAAALs/ae_6cVq8roo/s1600-h/spring+08+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPZTbMCmrI/AAAAAAAAALs/ae_6cVq8roo/s320/spring+08+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748121536797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little Grace looks worn out already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPaEqJe6ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nvv3DOp2gMU/s1600-h/spring+08+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPaEqJe6ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nvv3DOp2gMU/s320/spring+08+090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748967366191506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie Kate!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPcFmPJndI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eOMjuvYvhwE/s1600-h/spring+08+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPcFmPJndI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eOMjuvYvhwE/s320/spring+08+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211751182519344594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Gracie Kate! We tried to stick her foot in plaster and it didn't work out so well...just made a mess..but she still was sleepin!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPh7uU8XzI/AAAAAAAAAME/g6JQiQp3k7c/s1600-h/spring+08+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPh7uU8XzI/AAAAAAAAAME/g6JQiQp3k7c/s320/spring+08+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211757609962200882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and I went to go see Cats last week in Dallas. It was the first time I've driven to Dallas on my own and it's so much easier than I thought, at least that route was. I have seen Cats now like 5 times and I still love it. Memory is probably the greatest song written! Sam didn't agree and liked Mr. Mistoffelies the best. And proved it by listening to that song ALL the way home from Dallas!&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/1070705299174902173-9098667144078900137?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9098667144078900137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9098667144078900137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9098667144078900137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9098667144078900137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-i-am-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I am still alive!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SFPQMCIP9RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cnnmuIubGFk/s72-c/spring+08+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2057393881044627905</id><published>2008-05-22T20:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:51:39.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in Texas...My Life</title><content type='html'>So I am sure you are all DYING to know what I am doing with myself down here in the great state of Texas! Well so far do I do rather enjoy in here. Except for the june bugs..mosquitos...fire ants..humidity but so far the heat hasn't been bad. I haven't melted yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have you ever wanted to do something in your life and it wasn't the right time or you were too busy being an adult to follow a dream? Well one reason I left Logan is that I felt so stagnant and boring. So just this week I have decided to do something I have always been wanted to do:Graphic Design. Now, some of you may say I don't seem the artsy type. I'm not. There is so much more to it than that! But I am anal retentive about the details about some things, especially things that I am putting together. So, I looked into it and I start classes on Tuesday! Everything just worked out so smoothly, I just jumped in and didn't look back! Why not, life's too short! I super excited about it! Because of my other degrees it should hopefully take me only about a year and a half! So when I get done I will be super educated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2057393881044627905?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2057393881044627905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2057393881044627905&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2057393881044627905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2057393881044627905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/05/springtime-in-texasmy-life.html' title='Springtime in Texas...My Life'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5260847852430699404</id><published>2008-05-14T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:42:39.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...New Fav</title><content type='html'>So, when I first saw the movie Juno, I wasn't feelin' the love. I had heard mixed things about it. It was totally not predictable and a little crass at times. But then I gave it another shot and I have decided that it is so stinkin funny! It has some of the greatest lines in it! I totally recommend renting it for your own viewing pleasure! Until then...here are some of my favorite lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004950/"&gt;Vanessa Loring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Your parents are probably wondering where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You better pay for that pee-stick when you're done with it. Don't think it's yours just because you marked it with your urine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know. It's not seasoned yet.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;grabs products&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'll take some of these. Nope... There it is. The little pink plus sign is so unholy.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;shakes pregnancy tester&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That ain't no Etch-A-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm just gonna go ahead an nip this thing in the bud. Cuz you know, they say pregnancy often leads to, you know…&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;brief pause&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: …infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Your little girlfriend gave me the stinkeye in art class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/"&gt;Paulie Bleeker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Katrina's not my girlfriend alright? And I doubt she gave you the stinkeye that's just how her face looks, you know? That's just her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you have to see it to get the humor...trust me on this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5260847852430699404?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5260847852430699404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5260847852430699404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5260847852430699404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5260847852430699404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-fav.html' title='...New Fav'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4136507774000755934</id><published>2008-05-07T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:46:53.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Taurus...and a tramp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;My sister sent me this email telling me what kind of person I was based on when I was born..i found it to be very true...especially the good kisser part! Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Aggressive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Loves being in long relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Likes to give a good fight for what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Extremely outgoing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Loves to help people in times of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; GOOD kisser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; GOOD personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Stubborn but a caring person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; One of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Not one to mess with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Usually are the most attractive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-4136507774000755934?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4136507774000755934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4136507774000755934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4136507774000755934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4136507774000755934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-taurus.html' title='I&apos;m a Taurus...and a tramp?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5656321054586441929</id><published>2008-05-03T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:32.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SB0m0gb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rxBhPQGzrII/s1600-h/Moon+Pie+-+12+pies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SB0m0gb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rxBhPQGzrII/s320/Moon+Pie+-+12+pies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196352228557650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mom, dad and me are on our way to Georgia to see the new Miss Gracie K! We have stopped in Alabama for the night, but earlier we made a stop at a Wal-Mart in Meridian, Mississippi. Their accents were even hard for me to understand! I walked past this one lady's cart and in it was Kool-Aid, Cheese Nips and Moon Pies. It doesn't get more redneck than that, although I did want to suggest some pork rinds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5656321054586441929?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5656321054586441929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5656321054586441929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5656321054586441929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5656321054586441929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-roadagain.html' title='On the Road...Again'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SB0m0gb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rxBhPQGzrII/s72-c/Moon+Pie+-+12+pies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-548872466415776006</id><published>2008-04-30T12:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:24:57.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have arrived!</title><content type='html'>So I am sure you are all wondering if I have fallen off the face of the earth...close, I am in Springtown. I am just now able to get an internet connection thanks to the slower-than-cold-tar internet company. Big companies won't come out to this area because it's so rural, so all we have are local small town ISP's and it's a joke. We have a McDonald's, it can't be that rural!&lt;br /&gt;So here I am being lazy. The weather has been really good thankfully, it helps me ease into Texas and not go running screaming out of here. We are leaving for Georgia on Saturday to go visit my sister Tara who just had her 4th baby, Grace Kathryne. You can read all about her at &lt;a href="http://www.teenytinytara.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.teenytinytara.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, hopefully something exciting will happen so I can write about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-548872466415776006?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/548872466415776006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=548872466415776006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/548872466415776006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/548872466415776006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-arrived.html' title='I have arrived!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4211754435753464461</id><published>2008-04-24T22:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:32.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Cushy Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was my last day of work. It didn't feel weird at all. I almost feel emotionless, which in so not normal for me. I will really miss working there. I have made some really great friends, one has even made me her blogging buddy (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://meadowsfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Http://meadowsfam.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). I will really miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; working with Toni, Dainta and Dr. C. It was the best job I have had so far and it wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;l be hard to top! But all good things must come to an end right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SBFdPwb8-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dD0giylCasM/s1600-h/OurStaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SBFdPwb8-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dD0giylCasM/s320/OurStaff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193034370616457282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Ellie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-4211754435753464461?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4211754435753464461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4211754435753464461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4211754435753464461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4211754435753464461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/bye-bye-cushy-job.html' title='Bye Bye Cushy Job!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SBFdPwb8-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dD0giylCasM/s72-c/OurStaff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3495441672032139204</id><published>2008-04-21T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:49:01.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tube...It's a Good Thing</title><content type='html'>I think Brooke must spend all her time watching you tube cause she is always showing me funny ones. Here are a few of my favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYxNMFbgLEM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYxNMFbgLEM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1070705299174902173-3495441672032139204?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3495441672032139204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3495441672032139204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3495441672032139204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3495441672032139204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-tubeits-good-thing.html' title='You Tube...It&apos;s a Good Thing'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6494008764146682401</id><published>2008-04-21T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:32.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Pride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SA0vMgb8-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XKd4n_WYjX8/s1600-h/texas+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SA0vMgb8-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XKd4n_WYjX8/s320/texas+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191857837340162098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone know where I can get me a dress like that?&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/1070705299174902173-6494008764146682401?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6494008764146682401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6494008764146682401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6494008764146682401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6494008764146682401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/texas-pride.html' title='Texas Pride!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/SA0vMgb8-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XKd4n_WYjX8/s72-c/texas+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9086040571220336871</id><published>2008-04-20T19:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:42:21.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have been tagged by Corinne, this is mostly another thing that is keeping me from packing. What can I say, I'm a procrastinator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- attached or single:&lt;/strong&gt; single..thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B- best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; currently in search of one, but I have several very good friends, but I will be leaving them soon! So sad, maybe I can find one in Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C- cake or pie:&lt;/strong&gt; depends, probably both. Pecan and strawberry are the best..oh and coconut cream. So maybe pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D- day of choice:&lt;/strong&gt; friday, it's my lazy day...or at least it used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E- Essential item:&lt;/strong&gt; cuticle clippers, I about had a wall-eyed hissy fit when the man at the airport took them from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F- favorite color:&lt;/strong&gt; red for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G- gummy bears or worms:&lt;/strong&gt; probably bears but all things gummy make my #19 tooth ache, probably due to gum recession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H- hometown:&lt;/strong&gt; Springtown&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I- indulgence(s): oreos, pizza, blue bell ice cream&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J- January or July:&lt;/strong&gt; July as long as it's not too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K- kids:&lt;/strong&gt; nope...one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L- life is incomplete without:&lt;/strong&gt; .. summer nights...going for drives...laughing babies...laughing til you cry... a really good song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M- marriage date:&lt;/strong&gt; you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N- number of siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 sistas, one brotha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O- oranges or apples:&lt;/strong&gt; for sure oranges, especially picked from the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P- phobias or fears:&lt;/strong&gt; needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q- quote(s):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Country Cookin Food so good it’ll make yer tapeworm stand up and bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R- reason to smile:&lt;/strong&gt; new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S- season:&lt;/strong&gt; fall or spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T- tag five:&lt;/strong&gt; hell, who ever wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U- unknown fact about me:&lt;/strong&gt; i have very short toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V- vegetarian or oppressor of animal:&lt;/strong&gt; hell no, bring on the beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W- worst habit:&lt;/strong&gt; picking cuticles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X- x-rays or ultrasounds:&lt;/strong&gt; just of my teephers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y- your favorite food group:&lt;/strong&gt; steak and potates, that is a food group right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z- zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; taurus, like the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-9086040571220336871?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9086040571220336871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9086040571220336871&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9086040571220336871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9086040571220336871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-1978079949356450442</id><published>2008-04-14T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:19:10.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous People In Airports</title><content type='html'>I always thought it would be cool to meet a famous person in an airport. What is embarrassing is when you meet them, don't know who they are and they don't really tell that they are on TV. Yes, that is what happened to me in the Denver airport. But my disclaimer is that I don't watch TV and I don't' have cable so I don't see much. So, I go and sit down and this guy, who later introduced himself as Keegan, asks me if I have good Karma. Well I have been hit on strange men in airports enough to know not to get too chatty, but he seemed normal. He just needed a chance to vent about his horrible flying experience that kept him stranded in Denver, when he was needed at the Pillsbury bake off in Dallas. This definitely intrigued me, not because he was somewhat of a celebrity but that he said average housewives were winning a million dollars! Sign me up! Anyway, we chatted some more and he told me about this horrible plane adventures. He was in a plane crash in 1981 where a plane landed on a Honda during a rainstorm, all hell broke loose and he was one of the 36 survivors on that plane. I wish I would have stayed and talked more but at this point I still didn't know he was telling me the truth and all of this could have been a lie. I guess I have been well taught not to talk to strangers, but man I could have gotten some good pastry tips from him! Oh, well. Jill sent me his profile and apparently he does really work for the Food Network and he was more modest that I expected now that I know his real story! Anyway, you too can read about him &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_cc/article/0,2495,FOOD_20077_4700230,00.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-1978079949356450442?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/1978079949356450442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=1978079949356450442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1978079949356450442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1978079949356450442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/famous-people-in-airports.html' title='Famous People In Airports'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-9094772885465718084</id><published>2008-04-14T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:21:49.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizlizzy.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="I am Elizabeth Bennet!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-9094772885465718084?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/9094772885465718084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=9094772885465718084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9094772885465718084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/9094772885465718084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-quiz-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4246050353972023083</id><published>2008-04-10T22:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost goodbye!</title><content type='html'>The girls at work threw me a going away party with most of all the girls that I have worked with for the last 5 years. Here are some of the fun things that happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7t9YYkHpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqJnAUQ71tQ/s1600-h/card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7t9YYkHpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqJnAUQ71tQ/s320/card.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187845459550674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a card that Jeri and Julia made me! I love heart felt sentiment as long as it comes with some sort of chocolate, or in this case...a lot! It says: On  the "Rocky Road" of life, sometimes you need to "Take 5" looking for "Hot Males (the Ta was covered up..clever huh!). They may be "Big Hunk"s or "Skinny Hunk"s (which I didn't know existed). Doesn't really matter, just as they're "Kissable". The "Payday" always comes! Thanks for all the "Laffy Taffy"! So cute.. I thought so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7vVYYkHqI/AAAAAAAAAII/QDdeqdNdSDU/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7vVYYkHqI/AAAAAAAAAII/QDdeqdNdSDU/s320/group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187846971379162786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are all together: Bottom L to R:&lt;br /&gt;Jeri, her daughter Julia, Mellisa and baby Eliza&lt;br /&gt;Dainta, Toni, Me,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey(Lori's little girl), Lori, Janice and Trista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7wl4YkHrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D8SNo2p8l9Y/s1600-h/eliza+and+dainta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7wl4YkHrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D8SNo2p8l9Y/s320/eliza+and+dainta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187848354358632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always a grammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7xJIYkHsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QmIxUuqWwsQ/s1600-h/ugly+dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7xJIYkHsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QmIxUuqWwsQ/s320/ugly+dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187848959949020866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. Hurst has a tradition of "packing" a suitcase for whoever is leaving. The suitcase always comes from D.I. and is always full of treasures! I really enjoyed the first item which has been called my "compound" dress. If anyone watches the news you will know what this means. But with a dress like this, I will for sure make head wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7y3IYkHuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IvUyUvGo9to/s1600-h/ungly+dress+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7y3IYkHuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IvUyUvGo9to/s320/ungly+dress+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187850849734631138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is a book about marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7yd4YkHtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MDl11Ind4MA/s1600-h/ungly+dress+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7yd4YkHtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MDl11Ind4MA/s320/ungly+dress+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187850415942934226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fun time and I am glad that I got to see everyone and I was especially grateful for my new dress and classy black heels! I will be sure to catch a man now! Even if he already does have 4 other wives! Ewww!&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/1070705299174902173-4246050353972023083?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4246050353972023083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4246050353972023083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4246050353972023083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4246050353972023083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-goodbye.html' title='Almost goodbye!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_7t9YYkHpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqJnAUQ71tQ/s72-c/card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2031347898966032757</id><published>2008-04-05T19:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:33.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...what it makes you learn about yourself.</title><content type='html'>I have less than 3 weeks left and I have completely packed my living room and kitchen and done most of the de-junking of all my stuff. From this I have learned that I own A LOT of socks and A LOT of towels (kitchen and bath). I have a compulsion to buy both and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have throughly enjoyed the de-junking process, it is so liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sax (bro in law) asked me the other day if I was scared to move home. When I said no, he tried to coax it out of me that I really was. (He has known me since I was four and will for eternity think of me as his "little" sister). All I can say to that is hell no! Get me outta here! I will miss some folks,  but overall Logan has been a learning experience I have no regrets leaving behind. Including my job, which i thought I would never say. It has been the best job I have ever had and probably will always be the best one, but sadly I have out grown it and have become bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan will always be my college town where I went from a college kid to an adult. Its where I grew up, made some of the best friends I will ever have and where I learned the hardest and best lessons. But who wants to stay in their college town? I sure as hell don'! (Look at me I'm swearin' like a Texan already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is super duper excited for me to come home, I'm surprised you haven't heard Jill holerin'! Anyway, Cait has already found me a car! Isn't she sweet!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_guej7_CFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3TOJqXNMYy0/s1600-h/DSC00509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_guej7_CFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3TOJqXNMYy0/s320/DSC00509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185946073494915154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2031347898966032757?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2031347898966032757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2031347898966032757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2031347898966032757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2031347898966032757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/04/movingwhat-it-makes-you-learn-about.html' title='Moving...what it makes you learn about yourself.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R_guej7_CFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3TOJqXNMYy0/s72-c/DSC00509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6398830611120565090</id><published>2008-03-29T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:30:54.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...Like the Corners of My Mind</title><content type='html'>No one will probably get the title of this post except for Jill. She likes to sing that song to me...Anyway, it's interesting the things you find when going through the past 8 years of your life. Stuff that I can't believe I held on to for years, but when you think about hauling it 1200 miles sometimes it doesn't seem all that important. Like the high school foot ball  season  program. Why do I still have that? And a plastic bendable Jack in the Box that I have had since high school. Or the rattle from a rattlesnake I killed with an ax when I was a girls camp. Why? The funnest part of it all is throwing all that crap away, except for the rattle. I'm keeping that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most favorite part is going through the pictures that I have collected over my life and mostly the past 8 years. There are things that I have completely forgot about and things I want to forget about! For example every horrible school picture I have ever taken. (For a preview to go Jill's blog if you really want to show!) As for the pictures I am so glad I saved to remember... my birthday party with my fam and friends before I moved to Utah...the many faces of Luke I thought I wouldn't see again in this lifetime... my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; roommates and the kick butt rockin' awesome times that I had with them! I could go on but I am sure you are sick of the sap by now. But before I close let me just say I have found some intense blackmail material...so beware! Ha Ha Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6398830611120565090?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6398830611120565090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6398830611120565090&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6398830611120565090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6398830611120565090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/memorieslike-corners-of-my-mind.html' title='Memories...Like the Corners of My Mind'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6157450161036617418</id><published>2008-03-28T11:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:33.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie's New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R-0oCz7_CEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YqoA-u9Gwt0/s1600-h/hallie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R-0oCz7_CEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YqoA-u9Gwt0/s320/hallie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182842774939961410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara just sent me a picture of Hallie and her new glasses. I asked her if she was sure if Hallie was hers and not Manda's (our other sister). She looks so much like her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6157450161036617418?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6157450161036617418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6157450161036617418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6157450161036617418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6157450161036617418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallies-new-look.html' title='Hallie&apos;s New Look'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R-0oCz7_CEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YqoA-u9Gwt0/s72-c/hallie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-932693820141178778</id><published>2008-03-27T08:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:19:42.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>If you all are wondering why I am not posting anything it's because my lap top isn't as accessible as I would like it to be! A few weeks ago I got a little carried away and poured water on it! Can you believe I would abuse my child like that! So, he's at the doctor getting fixed! Bless his heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway until I get him back here is some light reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080327/ap_on_re_us/census_growing_cities"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080327/ap_on_re_us/census_growing_cities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-932693820141178778?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/932693820141178778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=932693820141178778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/932693820141178778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/932693820141178778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2471377369330997662</id><published>2008-03-15T17:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:53:00.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Triva</title><content type='html'>I was on the internet the other day and found the most interesting website, a page full of Texas symbols.  I knew  we had a state flower, bird, song , etc. But I did know that we had a state shrub, grass, insect or state bread. There is even a state vehicle, cooking implement, dinosaur and even a  state 10K! And these are not just something that some hick in Texas came up with. They have actually been made into laws! Fascinating! You can see then entire list here:&lt;a href="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ref/abouttx/symbols.html"&gt;http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ref/abouttx/symbols.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2471377369330997662?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2471377369330997662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2471377369330997662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2471377369330997662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2471377369330997662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/texas-triva.html' title='Texas Triva'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-7576546334127699698</id><published>2008-03-15T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:23:38.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless his heart!</title><content type='html'>I read this story this morning, and I feel so sorry for him. He was just trying to be romantic and now his girlfriend won't talk to him! I'd ditch the ungrateful girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yncont"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN MAIN CONTENT --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ynbody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN PRINT HEAD --&gt; &lt;!-- END PRINT HEAD --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="printstory" id="ynstory"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN HEADLINE --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Honey, will you marry... Oh. Never mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;It is the one moment every man wants to get right -- and which London  floor-fitter Lefkos Hajji could hardly have got more wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; The luckless 28 year-old's dreams of giving his sweetheart, Leanne, 26, the  ultimate proposal have literally vanished into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hajji, of Hackney, east London, had concealed a $12,000 engagement ring  inside a helium balloon. The idea was that she would pop the balloon as he  popped the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; But as he left the shop, a gust of wind pulled the balloon from his hand and  he watched the ring -- and quite possibly the affections of his girlfriend --  sailing away over the rooftops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; "I couldn't believe it," he told The Sun newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; "I just watched as it went further and further into the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I felt like such a plonker. It cost a fortune and I knew my girlfriend would  kill me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hajji spent two hours in his car trying to chase and find the balloon,  without success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; "I thought I would give Leanne a pin so I could literally pop the question,"  he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; "But I had to tell her the story -- she went absolutely mad. Now she is  refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt; He is hoping the ring will still turn up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;"It would be amazing if so meone found it," he added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h1&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/1070705299174902173-7576546334127699698?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/7576546334127699698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=7576546334127699698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7576546334127699698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7576546334127699698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/bless-his-heart.html' title='Bless his heart!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5752891477564084098</id><published>2008-03-14T12:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:06:58.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXAS in April !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/68/163590257_19f5cb679d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/68/163590257_19f5cb679d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sure you are all waiting with bated breath to see if I was going to my reunion or not. Well I have decided that I will be going to Texas in April...and June. I was planning on going to Georiga until I saw the price to get there. It was over $400! (and that was without taxes). I hate to put a price on visiting my sister but I think I just have! So, I bought a ticket to Texas for a lot less! But don't you fret, I will go to Georgia in July. So now you can all relax! The decision has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides April is the best time to see Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Ellie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Ellie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5752891477564084098?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5752891477564084098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5752891477564084098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5752891477564084098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5752891477564084098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/texas-in-april.html' title='TEXAS in April !'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-91770330095515281</id><published>2008-03-10T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:36:13.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisons, Decisions!</title><content type='html'>So I have to make a decision! Do go to Texas in April (which is the best time to go) and then go to Georgia in June to see Miss Grace when shes 2 months. Or do I go to Georgia in April and either chance being there for the birth or chance missing seeing her all together? And then go to my class reunion in June? So, I want you to take the poll just to the left of this little blog! It's Decision Time in 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-91770330095515281?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/91770330095515281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=91770330095515281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/91770330095515281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/91770330095515281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/decisons-decisions.html' title='Decisons, Decisions!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8124590603027410134</id><published>2008-03-08T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:33.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recouperation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R9M7JXQ_2_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xyhoSiRtt8E/s1600-h/DSC_01780127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R9M7JXQ_2_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xyhoSiRtt8E/s320/DSC_01780127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175545428829002738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home from California I am very sad to say. But it's a good thing I did because I am exhausted! I don't know how Allison is going to recoup with 3 kids. I came home to an empty house and I'm about to crash. She still has to be a mom! Poor thing! Anyway once I get myself some sleep then I will post all about our fun vacation! Until then, I will leave you with a picture that shows how I relly felt after 8 hours at Disneyland! Anna was such trooper and did so good the whole day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8124590603027410134?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8124590603027410134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8124590603027410134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8124590603027410134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8124590603027410134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/recouperation.html' title='Recouperation!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R9M7JXQ_2_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xyhoSiRtt8E/s72-c/DSC_01780127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6279370501825219269</id><published>2008-03-03T23:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:41:14.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To much time on our hands...</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you give your roommate helium balloons for her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e33d99af7469dd55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6279370501825219269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6279370501825219269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6279370501825219269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6279370501825219269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-much-time-on-our-hands.html' title='To much time on our hands...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-172134811300085417</id><published>2008-03-01T19:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:26:41.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Touch My Willie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Willie-Nelson-Photograph-C10104674.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 350px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Willie-Nelson-Photograph-C10104674.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am supposed to be cleaning my room...but I have once again been distracted by something other than cleaning it. (I think this is not the first time I have started a post this way.) But as I was semi-organizing my room, I decided I needed a something to keep my attention. So, I have been having this classic country craving. It is like the best of all the genres. 80s country music is so under appreciated. I started with little John Denver and Emmylou Harris (Wild Montana Skies, rocking song to belt out!) then Thank God I'm a Country Boy! (I once held my roommate Melanie hostage in my truck by refusing to stop driving until that song was done playing...she hates any thing close that resembles country music! She almost jumped out of a moving vehicle just to escape it!)&lt;br /&gt;Then next came all the songs from the BOX SET...yes BOX SET of the greatest artist of all time...Mr. Willie Nelson! Oh how I have missed and neglected him! It's been so long since I have paid homage to the pot smoking, tax evading, farm saving GENIUS that he is!&lt;br /&gt;As I was organizing and the music played,  I tried to think of my favorite Willie song..and there isn't just one. So here is a list of my favorite top 5 Willie songs...ok, there are seven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;City of New Orleans (it doesn't get better than that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Highwayman (with Kris Kristopherson, Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seven Spanish Angels (with Ray Charles..the saddest of the Willie Songs. The part when he sings "If the take me back to Texas, the won't take me back alive" makes me teary eyed every time!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pancho and Lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To All the Girls I've Loved Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy (ok, so Patsy Cline made it a hit, but he wrote it so that totally counts!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luckenbach, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;With Honorable Mention: (In No particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama's Don't Let Your Babys Grow Up to Be Cowboys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Road Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faded Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello Walls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always on My Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Heros Have Always Been Cowboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I could go on, but there aren't many who are as passionate about Mr.Nelson as I am. Although there are several songs written about him. He is a very influential artist! For example:&lt;br /&gt;What Would Willie Do? By Gary Allen or Don't Touch My Willie ! By Kevin Fowler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Rather even suggested, "We should add his face to the cliffs of Mt. Rushmore and be done with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sure not all would agree, but I'd support it.&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/1070705299174902173-172134811300085417?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/172134811300085417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=172134811300085417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/172134811300085417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/172134811300085417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-touch-my-willie.html' title='Don&apos;t Touch My Willie!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2185888622610915974</id><published>2008-02-27T17:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:12:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>You should all be so proud of the fact that I am now fully vaccinated for Hepatitis! It has only taken two  years to get it all done. It has three rounds and I am very stubborn and resisted in every way from going! The sad thing is that I go in to the Health Department and the lady who is checking me remembers me...from 2 years ago! So she takes me back to a special room because I get so sick when I get shots. There is a actual name for what happens, and she says I have no control over it...So I'm not just a wimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho..I would like to welcome my friend Meagan to the world of blogging! Check her out... http://jmblackfamily.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2185888622610915974?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2185888622610915974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2185888622610915974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2185888622610915974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2185888622610915974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5006844110669884100</id><published>2008-02-17T19:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:24:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Chocolate....</title><content type='html'>So, I have had this craving for molten chocolate cake from Chili's for like 3 days. I thought, well I'm smart girl, I can duplicate it. Well I looked for a recipe that I thought would be really good. I hate trying recipes that I know aren't going to be good. I leave that up to my sisters. But I ventured out after consulting Tara. We found one on Allrecipies.com. I am concerned about that it only calls for unsalted butter and I only have salted. So I continue you on my molten chocolate cake journey and it's going really well, much easier that I planned. I get them in the oven and start to clean up...and that is when I saw it...the salted butter. Sitting on the counter...and the horror begins! My beautiful molten chocolate cakes are destroyed! At the peak of their little lives they are going to fail! I am devastated! I am super dramatic when my cooking fails! Lets face it I have to live up to all my family members who are like super duper cooks! Even Luke was better than me...even when he was higher than a kite! Bless his heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you will be glad to know that not all that precious chocolate was not lost. They came out of the oven after just 8 minutes and set up beautifully! Surprisingly even tasted good, even though they were missing a cup of unsalted butter. Brooke and I both enjoyed one..but who knows, they might be hard as a rock in like three minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of the story...don't talk on the phone while trying a new recipe. But I have included the recipe so that you all can enjoy it as well...but don't forget the butter, salted or unsalted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="characterwrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Molten-Chocolate-Cakes-With-Sugar-Coated-Raspberries/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                     Molten Chocolate Cakes With Sugar-Coated Raspberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5006844110669884100?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5006844110669884100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5006844110669884100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5006844110669884100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5006844110669884100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-by-chocolate.html' title='Death by Chocolate....'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-3235568594038649206</id><published>2008-02-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:58:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>So, I first read about this ladies blog on my friend Allison's blog. I thought she had good recipies. But I was wrong...her recipes look amazing. She makes it all look so easy and all so good. I recommend you all give her a read.  She's very funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwomancooks.com/"&gt;http://thepioneerwomancooks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-3235568594038649206?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/3235568594038649206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=3235568594038649206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3235568594038649206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/3235568594038649206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/pioneer-woman.html' title='Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4949446585957829403</id><published>2008-02-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:21:04.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite SNL skit!</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://www.usafitz.com/SupportingPages/iceman.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when it first aired and thought it was so funny. I have been looking for it for years and when I found it, it is funny but not as funny as I remember it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-4949446585957829403?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4949446585957829403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4949446585957829403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4949446585957829403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4949446585957829403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favorite-snl-skit.html' title='My favorite SNL skit!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-7891576190069486792</id><published>2008-02-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:35:52.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There have been 28 marriages between Riverdance company members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;48,000 pounds of chocolate have been consumed (for energy!) by the cast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;40,000 gallons of Gatorade have been consumed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;38,400 rolls of self-grip tape have been used by Riverdance physiotherapists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;150,000 gallons of water have been consumed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;9,000 costumes have been worn in the show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;4,500,000 pounds of dry ice have been used on stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Riverdance has played over 8,000 performances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Riverdance has been seen live by over 18 million people in over 250 venues worldwide, throughout 30 countries across 4 continents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;12,000 dance shoes have been used in Riverdance.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-7891576190069486792?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/7891576190069486792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=7891576190069486792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7891576190069486792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7891576190069486792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/fyi.html' title='FYI...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-4287507473076421421</id><published>2008-02-09T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot dancers, expensive shoes and one saucy fiddle player!</title><content type='html'>So I am sure you are all dying to know how my experience was at Riverdance...especially since I have waited almost 14 years to see it! Well let me just tell  you it was worth every penny to go! But first before I get to the most exciting part I have to tell about a very embarrassing thing that happened to me! We saw the show at Kingsbury Hall at the University of Utah campus. There is very little parking so they have you park at the stadium and shuttle you there. Well of course the shuttle was packed with older people (When I say older I mean like old enough to be my parents...)Dainta and I were quietly talking about  things at work and I brought up the fact that I had just bought a pair of shoes...Dansko shoes. I have never bought that brand before because they are so very expensive but hopefully well worth it! Well I was telling Dainta how much I had paid for these shoes and the man standing above me said very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loudly&lt;/span&gt;, "You paid $... for a pair of shoes!" And suddenly everyone around me is commenting very loudly about how much I paid.  And then Dainta joined them all saying she couldn't even get me to buy a $40 purse. I was their topic of conversation which went on until we got to the theatre! I was so embarrassed and could feel my face getting hot and red! Thank goodness it was dark! It was actually really funny, I just didn't realize that everyone was listening to my conversation and that it would be such a shock to them all! &lt;a href="http://www.dansko.com/flash.aspx#detail,Mandolin,Golden%20Gate,2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is what they look like...very cute I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to Riverdance... It was incredible! Everything I hoped it would be. If you ever have the chance to see it you should...but they said this was the final tour so I don't know how you would do that. The sound when they are all dancing together is surprisingly really loud.  And I have to say they all are in  incredible shape, there were a lot of hot bodies on that stage. But I guess you couldn't really have a fatty up there dancing for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when it really intense I would find myself holding my breath...I'm not sure what for, but I did. I don't know if I thought if they couldn't hardly breath then neither should I? Or was it just that intense that it took my breath away...that sounds cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in their words, it is                        &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Sensual, nurturing, independent and fierce"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was also this little saucy fiddle player that I wanted to take home with me. He would get out in the middle of the stage and get so into what he was doing! He would do this little hip shaking thing that made him even more delicious. I imagined that he would have this sexy Irish accent and that his name would be Patrick O'Reilly. Well sadly his name is just Pat and he does probably have an accent but it would be a Brooklyn New York accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I won't keep going on about how incredible it was...but it really was. Words can not describe it! Just to show you how excited I was I have included a picture...you can tell my the grin that I could not wipe off my face all night.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R65lnYs1-rI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IGbRRIfWAEo/s1600-h/1+9+08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R65lnYs1-rI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IGbRRIfWAEo/s320/1+9+08+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165177549960379058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But not everyone loves Riverdance...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfumlySE_uw"&gt;Chandler doesn't.&lt;/a&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/1070705299174902173-4287507473076421421?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/4287507473076421421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=4287507473076421421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4287507473076421421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/4287507473076421421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-dancers-expensive-shoes-and-one.html' title='Hot dancers, expensive shoes and one saucy fiddle player!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R65lnYs1-rI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IGbRRIfWAEo/s72-c/1+9+08+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2750862917490235856</id><published>2008-02-03T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:34.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R6ZxqwQwA-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_qjfvr7GjBE/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R6ZxqwQwA-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_qjfvr7GjBE/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162939002150454242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask, why is it continually snowing?  Why? Well I know the real answer but that doesn't make me feel better. It has been a blizzard all day. I took my usual Sunday nap and dreamed I was on a road trip in California/Vegas. I woke up and was so depressed! So I call my dear friend Allison who lives in California and who I will be visiting in a few weeks. It helped me get excited about escaping this dreary place. I will be taking my first trip to Disneyland with her and sweet little Miss Anna! I am excited, it's  nice to have something to look forward to. Until then, I will just have to dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2750862917490235856?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2750862917490235856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2750862917490235856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2750862917490235856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2750862917490235856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R6ZxqwQwA-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_qjfvr7GjBE/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-7099781655876725015</id><published>2008-01-24T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:54:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIVERDANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Since I was 14 years old I have loved Riverdance! I used to listen to it very loudly on the surround sound and wish I could dance like that. I wanted to travel to Ireland and make my fortune dancing, red hair and all...marry a man named Paddy and have 3 red headed bebes. Well we all know that didn't happen...but I might just get to relive that fantasy when I go see Riverdance on February 8th! I am sure you are all so jealous! Feel free to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrP9anxy0pY"&gt;watch  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrP9anxy0pY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and see if it makes as excited as me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-7099781655876725015?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/7099781655876725015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=7099781655876725015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7099781655876725015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/7099781655876725015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/01/riverdance.html' title='RIVERDANCE!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-351151230435743341</id><published>2008-01-17T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:34.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you all to know that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. It's just that nothing really interesting is happening up here in Logan. I am just trying to deal with all the freeezzzing cold. I really don't remember in my past 5.5 years here in Logan, that it has ever been this cold. Dr. Cheney has assured me that it has....I'm not so sure. I also have never seen this much snow as often. It snows every single day! I love snow, just not in my hair or in my shoes! Which happens more than once a day! So..for now this will have to do...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R5BKctRVDII/AAAAAAAAAD4/U_xYine_OlY/s1600-h/337111270_230c901f91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R5BKctRVDII/AAAAAAAAAD4/U_xYine_OlY/s320/337111270_230c901f91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156703430388288642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-351151230435743341?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/351151230435743341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=351151230435743341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/351151230435743341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/351151230435743341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-you-all-to-know-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R5BKctRVDII/AAAAAAAAAD4/U_xYine_OlY/s72-c/337111270_230c901f91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-541722532717590637</id><published>2007-12-28T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All things must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the Christmas season is coming to an end. At least for me. Tara and the kids left today and the house is sad and quiet and I miss them so much. I know Tara has been wanting a girl but she produces the most adorable boys. (Hallie is cute too, but now that she is older she doesn't need me as much). Carter is just delectable and I want to eat him with a spoon. Manda and I said we were going to cut him in half and each take a half. Well I think if Amanda is able to have her own children then she has no right to take my Carter! Anyway... Jackson has grown into quite the little man, he's so confident about what he's talking about even though..sometimes I still can't understand him. He does the cutest face...his pirate face. Here are some other pictures to follow...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XIbX-coWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IR73HxmJ5wM/s1600-h/DSC_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XIbX-coWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IR73HxmJ5wM/s320/DSC_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149242121585992034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XCRn-coSI/AAAAAAAAACw/uLWbyoLXaco/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XCRn-coSI/AAAAAAAAACw/uLWbyoLXaco/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149235357012500770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XDb3-coTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-0U_pq30hD0/s1600-h/DSC_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XDb3-coTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-0U_pq30hD0/s320/DSC_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149236632617787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few attempts at family pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XJuX-coXI/AAAAAAAAADY/ewe5pXcOuaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XJuX-coXI/AAAAAAAAADY/ewe5pXcOuaQ/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149243547515134322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XK6H-coYI/AAAAAAAAADg/tQRrRFcv-5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XK6H-coYI/AAAAAAAAADg/tQRrRFcv-5Q/s320/DSC_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149244848890225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XMXH-coZI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ko0uvd7KG6g/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XMXH-coZI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ko0uvd7KG6g/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149246446618059154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XNRH-coaI/AAAAAAAAADw/NSRyE15X7Bk/s1600-h/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XNRH-coaI/AAAAAAAAADw/NSRyE15X7Bk/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149247443050471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I love my Codeine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-541722532717590637?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/541722532717590637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=541722532717590637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/541722532717590637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/541722532717590637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All things must come to an end...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R3XIbX-coWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IR73HxmJ5wM/s72-c/DSC_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-512086473593708275</id><published>2007-12-25T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:46:07.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Texas!</title><content type='html'>So, here I am in Texas...with the whole family. When I say the whole family...I mean 11 people in one house for a week! It has been exciting so far. We had a game night and I have to say that seeing a pregnant woman loose all inhibition and scream when she wins is very entertaining. (By the way, we were relieved to find out she was having a girl. We didn't want her to have an emotional breakdown if it was a boy!) We were playing the card game Blink, you all should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems all we do is eat, clean up and eat again. I feel like a polygamist family.  The highlight of the vacation for the kids was the 6 seater golf cart that Jill borrowed for us. All I can say is that I hope Hallie's driving skills improve with age. She goes around the corners so fast I'm surprised she hasn't lost Carter or Jackson off the back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for those of you who were around when Hallie went through her phase when she thought she was a cat, you will be glad to know that it skipped Carter. But not Jackson, he thinks he is a pig. It is somewhat entertaining. He calls himself little pig and snorts...but's not nearly as bad as Hallie's stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is the most random blog ever, but there are children all around and it's hard to concentrate. Anyway, I hope you all had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-512086473593708275?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/512086473593708275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=512086473593708275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/512086473593708275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/512086473593708275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-texas.html' title='Merry Christmas from Texas!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-1278475967586408189</id><published>2007-12-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:56:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan safest city in the nation for second time in three years - Campus News</title><content type='html'>My mother will be so glad...&lt;br /&gt;Read about it hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.www.utahstatesman.com/media/storage/paper243/news/2007/12/05/CampusNews/Logan.Safest.City.In.The.Nation.For.Second.Time.In.Three.Years-3133754.shtml"&gt;Logan safest city in the nation for second time in three years - Campus News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-1278475967586408189?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/1278475967586408189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=1278475967586408189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1278475967586408189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1278475967586408189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/12/logan-safest-city-in-nation-for-second.html' title='Logan safest city in the nation for second time in three years - Campus News'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5389069327833809904</id><published>2007-12-03T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R1Thmvd8gXI/AAAAAAAAACE/VDQjPQSGbOQ/s1600-R/Dec+3+2007+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R1Thmvd8gXI/AAAAAAAAACE/uuRz6AMZhtM/s320/Dec+3+2007+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139981130429923698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R1ThU_d8gWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ObNKhMbscn8/s1600-R/Dec+3+2007+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R1ThU_d8gWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1vJTD2xb2WY/s320/Dec+3+2007+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139980825487245666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Allison and Ben moved to California, we had one last get-together of the old roommates. These were my first roommates when I moved to Utah. There is me, Katherine, Melanie and Allison. It was so fun living with them and still being a part of their lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5389069327833809904?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5389069327833809904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5389069327833809904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5389069327833809904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5389069327833809904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-more-thing.html' title='One More Thing...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R1Thmvd8gXI/AAAAAAAAACE/uuRz6AMZhtM/s72-c/Dec+3+2007+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-1198751431278879156</id><published>2007-12-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:22:27.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I have been reprimanded for not keeping up with my blog. I've been told by my good friend Allison that I'm not allowed to start a blog and then poop out after 3 weeks. (She manages to keep hers updated with a set of twins and a 3 year old!) She knows me well! It's something I have inheritated from my father....starting something and then before finishing, start another project. Which is what I'm doing. Except my project right now is called cleaning my room. For some reason I can have the rest of my house so clean but I can't keep my room clean. Maybe because it's not on display as much...who knows. So I continue this cycle of not finishing anything by not cleaning and writing instead. Except I don't have much to write about. Life is very unoriginal here in Logan. Except today is a Monday and sometimes my office is a little overwhelming on Mondays. Anywhere from the plumber finding a large water leak coming from under the building running to the meter and having the very expensive and very new landscape having to be ripped up... to a patient who I have never  met tell me everything from her gastrointestinal issues to her accidental pregnancy with a man she wants to annul her marriage with. Just so she can go back to her husband and two children she left four years ago. Needless to say I was glad that day was over. Tomorrow should be better. I'm going to lunch with my 78 year old boyfriend. He's a retired sailor who says if he was 50 years younger that I would be in trouble. He's probably right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to Allison I have once again found the enjoyment of writing a blog. Hopefully she will keep me in line....Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-1198751431278879156?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/1198751431278879156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=1198751431278879156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1198751431278879156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/1198751431278879156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/12/slacker.html' title='Slacker....'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-5021235815742087133</id><published>2007-11-11T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:36.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING! LACK OF APPETITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzdmRGmqAlI/AAAAAAAAABE/wC48SxBBp68/s1600-h/Samanthas+Pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzdmRGmqAlI/AAAAAAAAABE/wC48SxBBp68/s320/Samanthas+Pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131682744428528210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, as some of you know, my niece Samantha spends a lot of weekends with my parents. From this I think she has quite unusual life experiences. She has become a well rounded child for the young age of 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad recently has reverted back to his younger days and started to hunt again, with gusto I might add. He tries to get everyone involved. Samantha seems to be the only really willing participant. I don't know if Samantha does it because she enjoys it or if she's just too young to know any better! Anyway, this past weekend he took her feral hog hunting! (Apparently there are a lot if feral hogs in Texas!) She actually got one...twice as big as her! It was the most disgusting 110 pounds of pork I have ever seen ! This is my dad's comments on it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Samantha shot her first feral hog on Saturday, November 11.  It weighed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;107 pounds.  It is shown on the left in the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She placed her shot perfectly, behind the ear at 50 yards.  Death was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;instantaneous.  The pig dropped in its tracks.  When I complimented her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on her shooting, she said she was aiming at a different pig.  In any case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;whether pure luck or pure skill, there will be sausage in the frying pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Samantha shot her pig with a 223 Remington loaded with a Barnes Triple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shock Bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had the unfortunate pleasure of opening his email, while I was eating a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;salad..with bacon bits.  That ruined it for me! From the picture you can see why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If anyone you have seen the movie The Princess Bride, they remind me of those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;big rats in the forest that catches on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be going home to Texas on Saturday and I will not be partaking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;any feral hog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-5021235815742087133?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/5021235815742087133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=5021235815742087133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5021235815742087133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/5021235815742087133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning-lack-of-appetite.html' title='WARNING! LACK OF APPETITE!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzdmRGmqAlI/AAAAAAAAABE/wC48SxBBp68/s72-c/Samanthas+Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-8218585719191092186</id><published>2007-11-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So embarrasseed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzEzu2P8_hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uN4gvSyrhhs/s1600-h/nov07+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzEzu2P8_hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uN4gvSyrhhs/s320/nov07+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938330481131026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So, I know as a Texan I am supposed to like a lot of attention...but it depends on the dosage of the attention. This was more than I wanted....So I decided to cook myself a little pizza for dinner. I went and watched TV as it cooked. After about ten minutes I went to check on it. I walked up and saw there was a GLOW coming from my oven! Thinking that wasn't natural, I opened to check on it. There was a very bright light coming from the heating element...and it was moving. I wasn't all that concerned because I thought it  would just burn it's self out...but it didn't. It keep moving and getting bigger...and pretty soon there were sparks. Now, my first mistake here was to call in my nineteen year old Texan roommate. I should have know better. She starts freaking out and screaming to call 911. I feel that there is no need and I throw baking soda on it. (At that time I not was remembering that baking soda only puts out grease fires. Not electrical!) Well with panic in the air I start to get a little nervous as well. I just need some direction as to how to put out this fire, so I attempt to call dispatch. . AND I GET AN ANSWERING MACHINE! So at this point as the sparks are getting larger and more frequent, I start to panic. I call 911 and try to convince them that I don't have an emergency and that there is no need for lights and sirens. I just need to know what to do. Nope...that isn't the way it works. As you can tell from the lovely picture....they came in all their glory. Lights and Sirens! 2 policeman, 4 fireman and some official in trench coat? I was sooooo embarrassed! The worst part is the fire went out just as I started to hear the whir of the sirens in the distance! AND.. my pizza didn't' finish cooking! Shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-8218585719191092186?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/8218585719191092186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=8218585719191092186&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8218585719191092186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/8218585719191092186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-embarrasseed.html' title='So embarrasseed!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzEzu2P8_hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uN4gvSyrhhs/s72-c/nov07+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-6246334316967772983</id><published>2007-11-06T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:09:56.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So my oldest Utah friend has dedicated today's blog..to me! You should take a look and read her first impression of me on my first day in Utah! I soon will have a response for her impression of me! Although mine probably won't be as clever! Check it out at http://benandallison.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-6246334316967772983?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/6246334316967772983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=6246334316967772983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6246334316967772983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/6246334316967772983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/11/allison.html' title='Allison !'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-2395482666104033729</id><published>2007-11-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:31:36.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzDUQWP8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y6BwNK93dLQ/s1600-h/Ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzDUQWP8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y6BwNK93dLQ/s320/Ultrasound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129833352890482162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't worry this in not mine...Meet Baby Settle (my sister's inter-uterine parasite). It is sucking it's thumb and saying HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-2395482666104033729?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/2395482666104033729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=2395482666104033729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2395482666104033729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/2395482666104033729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-hi.html' title='Say Hi!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/RzDUQWP8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y6BwNK93dLQ/s72-c/Ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070705299174902173.post-508783474534374055</id><published>2007-11-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:38:20.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome! So I have decided once again to start a blog. I had one once and I don't know what happened to it! Must be out in cyber - space somewhere. It seems that a lot of my friends have a blog, so I feel I must jump on the bandwagon and have one as well. I don't have any cute children or husband to spruce up my blog, so you will just have to deal with me for now. But I will get busy on the husband....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If you will notice the name of my blog is called El' Ner. That is the first thing that came to my mind. It is the name Luke used to call me when we were younger. Maybe it is him speaking to me from beyond the grave....just kidding. If he's speaking to me from beyond the grave he better be saying more than El'Ner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I will try my best to keep this updated and give you all the juicy details of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1070705299174902173-508783474534374055?l=el-ner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/feeds/508783474534374055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1070705299174902173&amp;postID=508783474534374055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/508783474534374055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1070705299174902173/posts/default/508783474534374055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-ner.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uCR_a8Up_to/R7k0dos1-uI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8b_kLC4jYu4/S220/09172006+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
