<?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-3707911299439384860</id><updated>2011-10-10T13:44:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Annie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-8706242674622331336</id><published>2011-02-11T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:03:25.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell openhouse/talk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TVVdtr-FubI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4OQwb92smfU/s1600/annie%2Bopenhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TVVdtr-FubI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4OQwb92smfU/s320/annie%2Bopenhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572463153419499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the cute invitation my mother made for my openhouse! obviously hardly anyone reads this but just in case....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-8706242674622331336?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/8706242674622331336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=8706242674622331336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8706242674622331336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8706242674622331336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2011/02/farewell-openhousetalk.html' title='farewell openhouse/talk!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TVVdtr-FubI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4OQwb92smfU/s72-c/annie%2Bopenhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-8726934013041669192</id><published>2011-01-24T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:03:48.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, real books, and the cleanse!</title><content type='html'>Ok well I have just been having this urge to write another blog post even though I had no real ideas, so I guess this will be super random but that's what happens when your in Layton, Utah waiting to go on a mission (which is less than a month away now, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a resident of Layton, Utah do who is waiting for the mission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend excessive amounts of time on facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reads the book of mormon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;studies Preach my Gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; about going shopping for mission clothes and stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reads other interesting and entertaining books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;works at Maceys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most recently does a cleanse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well so first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook! &lt;/span&gt;I didn't know why I've been spending so much time on facebook recently especially since I'll be honest, it's boring me lately and I could be doing so many more better things with my time. That is why I decided that I am having a facebook fast, for at least a week, starting yesterday. Plus, there's no facebook on the mish anyway, so I better get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Annie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3lrGbnomI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GSHR_0S7YiQ/s1600/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3lrGbnomI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GSHR_0S7YiQ/s320/facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565857243123393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next reading the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt;! I'll be honest I haven't done so well in the past and my mission president asked me to read the whole Book of Mormon before I enter the MTC. And well to say the least I have a lot of catching up to do, and less than a month now, to make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3nTaHXx3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/dqqhu2VjJ2M/s1600/bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3nTaHXx3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/dqqhu2VjJ2M/s320/bom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859035113572210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I've been studying the book of all books for a missionary, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preach my gospel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3n_MNr4eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BqInG_GeVl8/s1600/pmg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3n_MNr4eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BqInG_GeVl8/s320/pmg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859787296203234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truth is, I hate shopping! So therefore I am dragging my feet at shopping, it just overwhelms me and I get bored, and I hate trying on clothes, thus equaling I have not yet purchased my clothes, but it will happen because... I am the world's best procrastinator!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to read a lot, and then I stopped reading very much but over these past few couple days I've realized why I used to read so much in the past and the reason is I enjoy it a lot, here are te books I've read recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hunger games&lt;/span&gt; - I heard what this book was about and did not think I would enjoy because it seems so evil, but I admit once I picked it up I could not put it back down and can't wait till I can get my hands on the next 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3uOc92TXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S5uvwtR_390/s1600/hunger%2Bgames%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3uOc92TXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S5uvwtR_390/s320/hunger%2Bgames%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565866646560984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Perfect Man&lt;/span&gt;- you know there was that movie, it was a fast and easy read that I knew I could finish before I got a hold of the 2nd book of the hunger games series, but it was a little too cheesy for me just like the movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3vZt2GREI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BXprRBs8XHU/s1600/the%2Bperfect%2Bman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3vZt2GREI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BXprRBs8XHU/s320/the%2Bperfect%2Bman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565867939582067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then since I finished that book, I started reading a book, I started forever ago and then kind of forgot about it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A train to Potevka&lt;/span&gt; its a true story about an American spy when he was assigned in Russia and he just tells about some of his experiences there. I like it a lot since I can relate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5k78qr2cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bhJ4vsAO0P0/s1600/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5k78qr2cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bhJ4vsAO0P0/s320/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565997170536733122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and for the next 2 weeks I will be finishing up working at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maceys&lt;/span&gt; and then I will be finished. most likely forever! I never thought I would see this day come! I am soo happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5l9PatuqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jamwb-OyO9Q/s1600/maceys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5l9PatuqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jamwb-OyO9Q/s320/maceys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565998292261517986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my latest and greatest project is my mother and I are doing a cleanse. Today was our first day of it! And I thought I was going to die especially since I work at a grocery store where there is all this delicious looking food. Anyway a cleanse is where you drink just lemonade(a special kind you make) and that is it that's the only food you have for roughly 10 days, and doing this assists you in cleaning out all the toxins in your body! it should be a long 10 days. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5nVmmaJQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nc29eyJ5nEE/s1600/lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT5nVmmaJQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nc29eyJ5nEE/s320/lemons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565999810313069826" 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/3707911299439384860-8726934013041669192?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/8726934013041669192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=8726934013041669192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8726934013041669192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8726934013041669192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook-real-books-and-cleanse.html' title='Facebook, real books, and the cleanse!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TT3lrGbnomI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GSHR_0S7YiQ/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5677943422869589244</id><published>2011-01-10T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:49:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Riding is awesome!</title><content type='html'>So basically, I finally decided to get serious about the mission thing, anyway so my mission president sent me a packet over a month ago, and gave me a list of things to send to the mission office asap! asap means after the holidays are over right? I guess it could I don't even get to the MTC for another 6 weeks. Anyway so in the packet it said that every missionary would need a bike, and then a few pages later it said every missionary except sisters need a bike. So you could only imagine the confusion, plus I met a guy who just got back from that mission in July and he said sisters didn't need bikes! But as I was finally getting ready to send the paperwork the president asked for I decided I better call the mission home and ask if I really needed one. So the missionary answered and said they just changed it and indeed every missionary needs a bike. So there you have it, I will be a bike riding missionary! I'm a little excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I was Waiting for my mom to get home for work I decided to research bikes. The president was kind enough to send some options of places to get bikes from, so there were 2 websites that you could buy bikes from that would ship it to the mission office. So then I looked at the first website and it was overwhelming to me, especially since I have never in my life gotten my own new bike, whenever I have gotten a bike it had been one of my sisters previously. So then I went to another website, and it was much easier, especially since it was a bike website specifically for missionaries, and there were only 3 bike choices for sisters and it included with the bike all the gear, that I would need. So I thought that sounded great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom came home and agreed that it was the best deal! so thanks to ctrbikes.com I now have my very first new bike that will be shipped to my mission for free. So I will get to see it in person in April when I get there! I'm really excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is quite funny because I never really ride bikes ever, and haven't ridden a bike in years, but it will be great! because I will get  a great workout every day and I will stay fit! and just me a riding a bike in general should be pretty entertaining, my companions will probably always be waiting for me but it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TSu2q62p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IJ3vCY6lGvc/s1600/bike%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TSu2q62p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IJ3vCY6lGvc/s320/bike%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560739013388271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a pic of my awesome Bike!&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/3707911299439384860-5677943422869589244?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5677943422869589244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5677943422869589244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5677943422869589244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5677943422869589244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2011/01/bike-riding-is-awesome.html' title='Bike Riding is awesome!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TSu2q62p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IJ3vCY6lGvc/s72-c/bike%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-1342735659022582259</id><published>2010-12-31T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:50:14.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blink of an eye and....</title><content type='html'>2010 was over. Yup it's crazy that it's the last day of 2010! It's been a really great year though. So it's time for my yearly review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most the month of January preparing to go to Russia, and on January 29th I departed Salt lake City to go to Russia, knowing not a soul who I was going to spend the next 4 months with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent the month of February getting adjusted to the culture, cold, host family, and teaching the children in Russia.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not to mention celebrate mens day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spent more time adjusting To Russia and loving it soo much more, and had one vacation of a life time. I traveled to Sweden, Finland and Estonia, and while on this trip I visited the sweden and Finland Temple to do baptisms, and there was a bombing in one of the metros in Moscow while we were away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent yet another wonderful month in Moscow Russia, and began to love everything about Russia so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a bitter sweet month. It was my last month in Russia! I visited St. Petersburg! I had a spectacle with my students and at the very end of the month said good bye to my students, host family and Russia, then made my way to Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent a wonderful month in Ukraine! Played with children all day every day and visited Odessa and komenyets podolski! I had a blast partying it up in Ukraine with 7 other awesome american roommates, as well as 2 other pretty much roommates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty much a party all day long everyday, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was my last month abroad and it ended with a bang! I spent 2 weeks finishing teaching the Ukranian children, then took off for a week long tour to Hungary, Austria, Czech Republic and Germany. Then after a flight to New York, an unexpected 24 hour layover in New York, I finally arrived in Salt lake city where I waited for my parents to arrive. Then I finally got my long awaited oreos and started back at the clearfield Maceys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I took a look at my life and took it on and figured out who I was through Impact, moved to Logan and started school at Utah State University, and started working at the Providence Maceys once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I took an unexpected turn in my life and began the process of filling out my mission papers, although even after I started my papers I did not believe that I would be going for real on a mission, and just got crazy busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finished my mission papers and turned them in, and just went to school some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a pretty big month, graduated impact. Then I turned the double 2's. Then after waiting patiently I received my mission call to Arcadia California, in the spanish Language. Then for thanksgiving me and the parentals went to College Station Texas to visit The Meldrums (my sister, brother in law, Mitch and Faye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a great ending to a great year, I finished another semester at Utah State making the Deans list for my 3rd semester in a row. I moved back home, enjoyed spending the christmas holidays with family especially my sister and her family who came from Texas, had a great visit with troy who is in the philippines on Christmas Eve. Had an excellent Christmas! And to top it off I went to receive my endowments at the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been quite a fabulous year full of exciting times and adventures, and this next year in California will only proceed to get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3707911299439384860-1342735659022582259?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/1342735659022582259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=1342735659022582259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1342735659022582259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1342735659022582259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/12/blink-of-eye-and.html' title='A blink of an eye and....'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4124760265402834493</id><published>2010-11-19T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:49:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been called to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TOca3wPAHTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/laX1bbiUieY/s1600/Arcadia_CA.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TOca3wPAHTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/laX1bbiUieY/s320/Arcadia_CA.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541427411645635890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the California Arcadia Mission!!!! I will be speaking Spanish!!!! And I enter the Provo MTC on February 23, 2011!!!! Woohoo! Ok so now that you know I'm super excited about it, I'll share a bit of this experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I first read my call, I will admit I was slightly disappointed, that I was going to California, because I wanted to go at least somewhere I have not been before, although before I opened my call I had a feeling that I would be going stateside. After thinking about it for a while though, I realized I was excited about it because it's warm there. Also when I get back from my mission I can go and visit whenever I want to since it is so close. Plus it's by LA and like Disneyland so of course I would go there all the time anyway, so I'm way pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read that I was learning spanish! I was way excited about that because when I knew I was going on a mission I thought if I was going to learn a language I would really want to learn Spanish, because I knew I would for sure be able to use it when I got back, since so many people here speak Spanish I could use it. The best part though knowing Spanish  will definitely assist me when I am getting a job as a teacher, also then I could be able to communicate with parents, so that's way awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it comes to leaving on February 23, that's awesome because that means I'll get home around August 23, just in time to go to school for the fall semester just after I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this mission call is I will be sooo blessed!!! And I can assist people in finding the truth. I am sooo excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4124760265402834493?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4124760265402834493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4124760265402834493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4124760265402834493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4124760265402834493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-been-called-to.html' title='I have been called to....'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/TOca3wPAHTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/laX1bbiUieY/s72-c/Arcadia_CA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3474940966717709794</id><published>2010-10-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:13:19.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who would've thought!</title><content type='html'>Isn't life so very interesting? Yes, yes it is! Do you ever wonder where your life will take you? Or sometimes do you even think you know exactly how your life is going to go and then wham suddenly your headed down a different direction? Well Let me tell you, I have been surprised multiple times on which direction my life has gone. However, all these different paths have been quite excellent paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few different directions my life has taken is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to USU when up until my senior year of high school I was always going to stay at home and go to college at Weber State&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning on going straight through college, no stops, getting my degree as quickly as possible and then suddenly find myself taking the semester off to go teach English in Russia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The last major life's different direction is the latest and greatest decision to once again put off my schooling to go on an LDS full-time mission. This decision is still in progress. My mission papers are complete. All I need to do is have a few interviews and then exercise my patience while I await my call to see where I will be for the next 18 months. Craziness! I always thought when I was younger I would never go on a mission because I was sure I'd be married before i had the chance. I also though that if the opportunity did come I wouldn't because I'd be too scared or it just wasn't "right" for me. But the amazing thing about the gospel is we get to trust in the Lord and he will assist us in anything we choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo excited about my decision to go on a mission. I know I won't regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-3474940966717709794?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3474940966717709794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3474940966717709794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3474940966717709794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3474940966717709794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-wouldve-thought.html' title='who would&apos;ve thought!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-6698169954483389906</id><published>2010-09-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:03:21.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a reality</title><content type='html'>Many of you may have noticed, or maybe you have not, but the important fact is that I have been aware that I have not updated this blog, well... since I got back to America. One might think that it's because I've been lazy, busy or had nothing exciting to report, or a million different reasons, but in all reality many of those our slightly correct. But the main point is if the last post I wrote was while I was in Ukraine, it must mean that I am still there right? Actually no that's not what it means, it means that simply I have been living in denial. Denying the fact that I did return to America and I am not abroad anymore. But here's the thing why do I deny this fact when I love America just as much as I love Ukraine or Russia? Well it's because I can be in America most my life and I have been, but I have only had the opportunity to be in such amazing places with amazing people for such short times! But the fact is I love America too! So now that we all know I'm in America again, what has America presented with me so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drinking fountains&lt;br /&gt;2. toilets that flush decently&lt;br /&gt;3. drinkable tap water&lt;br /&gt;4. washers&lt;br /&gt;5. dryers&lt;br /&gt;6. family&lt;br /&gt;7. friends&lt;br /&gt;8. food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are multiple others but that's it for now, also obviously I had all these before I left America the first time but coming back I had a greater appreciation for these things and my appreciation increases daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with returning to America I was also presented with my good ol' job at Maceys back in Clearfield so I could earn some money for school, and then my job back at the Providence Maceys so that I could come back and work while in school. I was presented with an awesome apartment at Old Farm with incredible new roommates that I get to know this year, they pretty much rock! And last but not least classes at school, so that I can further my education and come that much closer to becoming an awesome elementary teacher in a few years! That's right life is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now also this has nothing to do with this post but if any of you bloggers know how to change the font color in things such as the title, date, comments, and such that would be awesome to know! because the color doesn't really go with this background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-6698169954483389906?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/6698169954483389906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=6698169954483389906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/6698169954483389906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/6698169954483389906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-reality.html' title='It&apos;s a reality'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4749262069926357846</id><published>2010-06-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:34:16.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer camp Ukranian style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;There I was approximately 3 weeks ago at the train station in Moscow, Russia, wondering what in the world I was thinking. Why in the heck was I leaving Russia, the place that I had come to love and adore soo much! I was leaving students I had grown to care for these students I had taught, my host family, and my cute nursery kids as well as many other Russians, and just everything about Moscow, Russia! This was my home! Now at that moment when I was stepping onto that train to go to Ukraine, I will admit I DID NOT want to go, I only wanted to do 1 of 2 things which was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1) stay in Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2) Go back home to America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I did not want to walk into the unknown and unfamiliar place again, I wondered what had possessed me to think that I was wanting to stay abroad an extra 6 weeks a few months earlier when I had confirmed I would go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It wasn't until I got here to Ukraine and started teaching the kids here at the summer camp, that I realized that I did want to be here in Ukraine! It has been soo much fun! While I miss Russia and I miss America I wouldn't trade this experience for the world. The Kids are soo fun! Plus how could one beat being able to teach kids english 4 hours a day by just playing with them, like making paper airplane contests or putting mentos in coke, then on top of that after teaching you can go canoeing with them or have chalk fights with them and even dance at disco night with them. You just get to play all day! And to top all of that You can have 7 really cool roommates and 2 other practical roommates that you can go and get ukrainian ice cream with every single day! It is really so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That is why I came to Ukraine, to play with children, it is a party and a half plus, I have the coolest home group with the coolest name ever! they're supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Seriously they are the best girls ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Я люблю Украину!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4749262069926357846?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4749262069926357846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4749262069926357846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4749262069926357846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4749262069926357846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-camp-ukranian-style.html' title='summer camp Ukranian style!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4334970846220186664</id><published>2010-05-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:06:43.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A missionary experience to remember</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I was able to have quite an awesome experience but to understand some background information is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in Russia and have been teaching english to children for the past four months at a really awesome school. At this school there are guards who alternate every 15 days. Well the guards that we started out with were our favorites because they were always so kind, friendly and willing to help us with anything we needed. But every time there 15 days were up we were sad because the other set of guards were not as friendly and actually made us feel really uncomfortable. Now the guards we liked (sergey, Kostya, and Oleg) had become our friends even though Gavin who served his mission here in Russia was the only one in our group who could really communicate with them. The guards knew zero english words and the rest of us knew minimal Russian, but still they were our friends and occassionally Gavin would translate for us. Well a few weeks ago our group was having family home evening, and while we were there we were just discussing the gospel and how it is meant to be shared but so often we let the fear get in the way of spreading the gospel and telling our friends about it. Then LaCretia (a girl in my group) mentioned how she had been feeling promptings to give the Book Of Mormon to our friendly guards. We all agreed that it was a good idea. They were off for their 15 days at the time, so we waited for them to come back and Gavin asked them if it would be okay if we gave them each a Book Of Mormon as a gift and they thought that was fine. So we then each wrote our testimonies and Gavin was nice enough to translate four testimonies into Russian. Then we wrote our testimonies in Russian in our own hand writing which was sort of hard, we wrote it 3 times once for each guard. Then just this weekend we had the books and our testimonies in each book and gave them each a Book Of Mormon. Friday was our last day teaching with them still here, so we gave the books to them then, as we were leaving they said we could come back on Saturday just to talk again, so we told them we would and bring them an American dessert. So we had planned all day to go back and see the guards one last time. However, at the last minute Meghan and Gavin had something come up and couldn't go. So the 3 other girls in our group and I took a cake to them and talked to them through the form of charades. Sergey, the oldest guard whom we consider to be our Russian dedushka (grandpa) grabbed the book and motioned how he read our testimonies and read pretty much all night, he showed us how he kept falling asleep but kept reading, it and showed us the place and in less than 24 hours he had almost finished the book. It was soo awesome to see that. The Book Of Mormon really is powerful! I was soo excited to be able to share that book with some new people. They really are such kind guards, and they were really grateful to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4334970846220186664?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4334970846220186664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4334970846220186664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4334970846220186664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4334970846220186664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/05/missionary-experience-to-remember.html' title='A missionary experience to remember'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5841423902972246889</id><published>2010-05-09T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:49:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day!!</title><content type='html'>It's so wonderful we have a day to celebrate our mothers! Because mom's do a lot for us! My mom has especially done a lot for me! I love her soo much! Here's a few of many things she has done for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she's given me life!&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was sick in the middle of the night she helped me feel better&lt;br /&gt;3. she's given me food to eat&lt;br /&gt;4. when I had hard times in school she was there to help solve my problems even if it meant fighting with my teachers to get a grade I deserved&lt;br /&gt;5. For my 18th birthday I thought I shouldn't make a big deal out of it, she gave me a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;6. when I failed my first semester of college, she loved me anyway and understood that I would try harder&lt;br /&gt;7. when I've had car problems she was the first to help&lt;br /&gt;8. She's always listened to me&lt;br /&gt;9. in everything I've ever wanted to do she has supported me and helped me&lt;br /&gt;10. when I was coming to Russia, and was nervous and stressed trying to get ready to come, she still helped even when I got angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not only has my mom done many things for me, she has also taught me a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she's been an example to me and taught me the gospel even from when I was born&lt;br /&gt;2. she taught me the importance of service to others as she has always tried to serve our family and neighbors&lt;br /&gt;3. she's taught me how to save money&lt;br /&gt;4. she's taught me how to love unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;5. she's taught me honesty&lt;br /&gt;6. she's taught me to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;7. she's taught me to be independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom soo much and I hope that when I have my own family and children that I can be as good of a mom as she has been to me throughout my life! I love you mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-5841423902972246889?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5841423902972246889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5841423902972246889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5841423902972246889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5841423902972246889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-7898561560442237125</id><published>2010-04-17T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:25:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to escape a locked apartment!</title><content type='html'>Ok so during my stay here in Russia I've had quite a few funny experiences, so I've decided that I'm going to write a best-selling book about it. Then when it's such a big hit and I'm practically begged to make it into a movie, I will direct and produce one of the best comedies of all time. So just a heads up you should be looking forward to reading the best comedy followed by watching the best comedy, called"How to escape a locked apartment" although I have to give credit to Tianna for the title! I'm just saying I'm pretty special to end up in all the circumstances I've been in! I'll give you a few experiences to be viewed in this video, metros, school guards and some tragic times being locked in an apartment, I mean if you want more details, You'll just have to buy the book when I publish it. Okay so maybe this wont really happen I'm just saying the media should write more movies about average daily life occurences, I'm sure I would laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-7898561560442237125?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/7898561560442237125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=7898561560442237125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7898561560442237125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7898561560442237125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-escape-locked-apartment.html' title='How to escape a locked apartment!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-8733412395617132190</id><published>2010-04-12T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:28:02.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do I want to be a teacher?</title><content type='html'>Well let me tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm over here in Russia teaching children it has definitely been a huge challenge and really difficult! And at times I feel like I am going to go home and change my major because I can't handle teaching. However, the longer I've been here the easier it has gotten to teach these wonderful children english. Today gave me a real laugh. here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was teaching my kids their new spelling words today and one of them was coat. I asked them if they knew what coat was, they said no, so after I was able to properly explain what coat was, I always ask them to use these words in a sentence. So I ask them and then one of my boys, Daniel goes on about coats with the following story. First his sentence is a woman goes to the supermarket to buy a coat! I then said good job! But then he says that a man and woman go to the supermarket. A woman sees a coat she wants. She says I want that and then the man says no. Then the woman cries! So the man lets her buy the coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I love my kids, it was just soo funny, and they are learning english, although I'm afraid they are learning the phrase "please sit down in your seat" more than anything but they are soo great! I love kids, and that right there is why I want to be a teacher, because kids make me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-8733412395617132190?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/8733412395617132190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=8733412395617132190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8733412395617132190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8733412395617132190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-i-want-to-be-teacher.html' title='why do I want to be a teacher?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-2047452805956069974</id><published>2010-03-17T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:04:41.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting times</title><content type='html'>I really am in Russia! And I had the opportunity to teach children english. One day I also had the opportunity to talk to the 9th graders in the school I taught at. First I told a bit about myself along with the other people in my group, and then the 9th graders were able to ask questions. 1st the questins were very generic like what is your favorite animal? do you like Russians? what are your hobbies? Then all of the sudden a boy starts asking questions like why do americans portray russians as evil? Do we like obama? What about the war in America? It was pretty much insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just found out about the summer camps that are here in Moscow and in Ukraine! I have the opportunity to stay up to an extra month and a half in moscow or go to Ukraine, like I had planned in the first place! I still am not sure but I think I am going to Ukraine after this! That would be soo much fun! Plus who knows if I will ever get this opportunity again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-2047452805956069974?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/2047452805956069974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=2047452805956069974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/2047452805956069974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/2047452805956069974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/03/interesting-times.html' title='interesting times'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-7050201410036239687</id><published>2010-03-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:24:38.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Women's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/S5TeKopMW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QBpivmpp5OE/s1600-h/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446222123688025010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/S5TeKopMW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QBpivmpp5OE/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/S5SdqqabO_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eh2qEN7N27Y/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry while the russians celebration for the defenders of the motherland day, they did not forget about the women, before I came I had heard about women's day here. I heard it was a pretty big holiday, and while I thought it was awesome I didn't realize how big of a holiday it was till now. Friday was our last day of teaching before women's day, so that was more of our women's day. We were handed gifts all day for it. When we got to the school one of the russian teachers gave us a box of chocolates, then our lunch lady gave us each a chocolate. It just warmed my soul. It feels good to be a ppreciated and recognized. Then later after teaching, the parents gave us each abox of ferrero chocolates, then just as I thought the russians were done giving gifts one of the students gave each of us some beautiful purple orchids! It felt so nice. All of this melted my heart and I felt bad because I had nothing to give in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all women reading this post, just know that I appreciate you all as well, and happy women's day!&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/3707911299439384860-7050201410036239687?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/7050201410036239687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=7050201410036239687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7050201410036239687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7050201410036239687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-womens-day.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/S5TeKopMW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QBpivmpp5OE/s72-c/IMG_2486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4180016218426441819</id><published>2010-02-25T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:45:53.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy late "defenders of the motherland" day!</title><content type='html'>Why am I so happy about "defenders of the motherland" day? Well many reasons actually. I know that I am not russian so this is not really my holiday to celebrate, but in a way I am a russian for the next little while. Now more than likely none of those who actually read this know what defenders of the motherland day is. Unless you actually pay attention. Because let's be honest it's pretty self-explanitory. Russians used to celebrate february 23rd as a celebration and a day to honor all men who were in the army, but now they celebrate and honor all men, even boys because they figure eventually all males will be in the army eventually. So you give gifts to all  the men in your life on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why is it that I appreciate this holiday soo much. Well last saturday I had the opportunity to go to victory park. Victory park is the place where Napoleon and his troops waited to get the keys to the city. They have amuseum there also that is dedicated to the wars russia has been in. Wars like WWII, The soviet war, and others. It really was a cool and interesting museum, but at the same time sad and depressing. It provoked a lot of thoughts in me. Thoughts such as gratitude to all the men in wars that have given their lives to save their people and country. Also it just reminds me that there is worse to come, and is helping me be awre so I can be prepared when more wars come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the best reason of all that men's day (that's what they call it now) is so great, is that I had 2 extra days off of teaching! I love my kids and all but they really drain me sometimes! Plus I was able to go out and see and experience a little bit more of Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy "defenders of the motherland" day! Man I can't wait till the next holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4180016218426441819?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4180016218426441819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4180016218426441819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4180016218426441819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4180016218426441819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-late-defenders-of-motherland-day.html' title='Happy late &quot;defenders of the motherland&quot; day!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-1694224599361008358</id><published>2010-02-14T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:09:31.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crazy day in Moscow!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, (just a few days ago) I think I've experienced my craziest day since being in Russia! I experienced fear, stress, confusion, and many other feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early in the morning Gulya (our native coordinator) had planned for all of the moscow ILP groups to go to this university. All we really knew was that we were getting student cards so that we could get places cheaper and it also had something to do with our visas, because I guess they were student visas or something. Anyway and also Gulya was saying something about classes. All of us interpreted this as we would be taking a class at the university. But then the extreme confusion and shock came into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the university and the next thing we know we were sitting in this room at the university and a russian lady was standing in front of us asking us the question, "what do YOU expect to do for US while your here?" That is when you look around the room to see blank and confused faces. Here we are hardly knowing why we are even here, and she was asking what we would do for them. Finally someone said we were under the impression that we might be taking a class, but later on she goes onto say that we will be teacher assistants at the university. Since we are native Americans they want us to be there to say things in normal english, because obviously english is a second language to these students. It was soo strange! Finally we left the room, got our student cards, and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on the way home there was a guy with a long beard and shifty eyes sitting across from me. He just kept staring at me like he was thinking of how he would kill me or eat me! I was terrified! But I was sure he would get off before our stop, but he followed us off our stop and stood there for a minute until me and the girls went over to Gavin who was next to a security guard and then the guy left. Man that was lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to lunch at the school, planned our lessons and taught. Holy cow teaching takes soo much energy and in  a way it kind of stresses me out. My throat is always way dry from talking too much in catch-up, because you have to to get the kids to talk. Then finally that portion of the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done teaching we decided we needed some cheering up because the week of teaching was soo rough, but at the same time we had to celebrate because we did make it through a full week of teaching, so off we headed to Red square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Square looks soo cool at night! I loved it! Also there is this giant mall at red square! We went inside this mall the second day we were here, but we just walked through it. However when we were walking we passed a russian olympic apparel store. All of us wanted to go look in there! The stuff was way expensive. coats in there ranged from 500-1000 american dollars! you could get a hat for like 40 dollars though! We were sad! We figured it would be expensive, but not that expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we decided to walk around red square some more and there was a bridge that went over a frozen river! I thought it sounded fun so we went up on the bridge! It was pretty cool! So at this point we didn't go all the way over the bridge. So the question was should we go back to red square or just back the other way, or just continue on. Everyone decided that I should make the decision, which in my opinion didn't make sense because they were all freexing, and I was actually pretty warm. Anyway I was feeling adventurous, so we went the rest of the way over the bridge. Then we couldn't find a metro, so we could go home! We were searching for the big red M. Soon we saw a big yellow M. Yes it was mcdonallds! Gavin in my group said that there had to be a metro close because mcdonalds was always by a metro. (he served a mission in moscow so he knows) Then as we got closer to the mcdnalds sure enough there was the big red M for the metro. So we were all going for it excited we found a metro. So we started walking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were walking towards it we were warped into a new world. It was really dark and there were people dressed really weird. So many drugged and drunk people and I seriously felt like I was in a spook alley or something, and wondered if I would make it out alive. Finally we did indeed make it inside the metro station and we got on the metreo and made it home safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-1694224599361008358?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/1694224599361008358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=1694224599361008358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1694224599361008358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1694224599361008358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-day-in-moscow.html' title='A crazy day in Moscow!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5071339237843800060</id><published>2010-02-06T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:04:33.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week down!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that this time last week, I was in Red square straining to keep my eyes open. While I thought Russia was awesome. I kept asking myself why I was here in Russia, what on earth possessed me to come half way around the world. And in just a week, my whole perspective has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I have lived here forever, this feels like home. Now don't get me wrong I do still miss my family and friends back home, and water! I miss my bed and normal food. But everything here is great and a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this week, the only way we have been culturized to Russian culture is by the food. Everyday a new thing, while it is different it is also very good. Also they feed you a ton at meals. Also school food is gross in America, while in Russia, it is pretty good. Some of it is weird but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as far as lesson planning and teaching goes. It is extremely exhausting! But it will all be worth it in the end, my kids are soo cute and smart, but full of energy just as every kid is. I think it will be a great learning experience for me to learn how to teach these russian kids english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am having a good time, and I could not ask for a better group. We have soo much fun together. Even when the tiny elevator opens instead of the big one and we all squish in just for the fun of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-5071339237843800060?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5071339237843800060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5071339237843800060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5071339237843800060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5071339237843800060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-week-down.html' title='1 week down!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3879651856347374553</id><published>2010-01-30T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:49:09.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making it to Russia</title><content type='html'>It all began at 6:30 a.m. when I arrived to the salt lake city airport. I checked in my luggage, went through security and waited. Then finally we boarded the crowded plane and was scheduled to depart at 8:35 but people were still getting seated, and then our plane had to be de-iced. It was cool to watch! Then finally it was time to take off to New York. we got there about 4 hours later, That flight was not bad. then when we landed we had an hour layover, we had to go a long way through this airport to our next gate, my arms were tired and numb by the time we got there and then almost immediately we began boarding for our next flight. That plane was less crowded, but holy cow it was a long flight. I had a window seat and both flights. I couldn't sleep so occasionally I would open the window "blinds" and look out. Every time I looked out there was a  light and I could not figure out what it was. then the girl next to me, Tianna woke up and I showed her, and  she didn't know either. I said it doesn't really look like the sun or the moon, then we decided it was a giant night light. then we noticed a red flashing light coming from like above. Then Tianna made the connection and the mysterious light was on the wing on the plane. We thought it was hillarious! Then the rest of the flight was long and uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Moscow at 10 am on friday. We took a taxi bus to our host families. I live right next to my head teacher and her husband. My host family is way nice the mom and dad were there to greet me as well as Masha their daughter who is 21, just like me. But Masha is the only one living here. The rest of the family lives in a country home. holy cow it is cold here! Yesterday they said it was a warm day. That means I'm in big trouble because I thought it was cold! Anyway I have been a lot of places in these past 2 days here in Russia, and I am way tired, and I'm still dizzy from the plane ride, yikes! but it's fun here so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-3879651856347374553?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3879651856347374553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3879651856347374553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3879651856347374553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3879651856347374553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-it-to-russia.html' title='Making it to Russia'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-8521297186385640532</id><published>2010-01-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:39:54.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My departure to the land of Moscow Russia is quickly approaching!!! Ahhh!!! My mind is going a million miles an hour trying to think of and remember all the things I need to take to Russia! It will be good though. I'm sure I will love it once I get past the first few days. I am to start my journey at 10:38 a.m. on Thursday January 28, 2010 when I will fly from salt lake city to Chicago. Then I will board another plane taking me to Dusseldorf, Germany. Then onto a 3rd and final plane to Moscow Russia. I will arrive there on January 29, 2010 at approximately 8:30 a.m. Then will begin my adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just stop those dreams of forgetting something or missing my fllight that would be just great! If not it's ok! Things will be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-8521297186385640532?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/8521297186385640532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=8521297186385640532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8521297186385640532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/8521297186385640532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-1565011906750261584</id><published>2010-01-11T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:35:14.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>there was a girl who decided to go to Moscow Russia with ILP. Supposedly her adventure was to begin on Janary 29th 2010. Now after calculating this, this means this was to begin in just 18 days! That's right 18 days! But.... there was one dilemma, the program had not purchased the tickets to go to Russia yet! Did they not realize I was to quit my life in just 18 days and not even have a seat on a plane to Russia! It sort of stressed her out. She had waited patiently daily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on her that her fellow classmates were beginning a new semester, and you may think that watching boys meet world all day sounds a lot better than going to college!! But actually it's not! There is no feeling of accomplishment, no meaning to life. Why am I not joining my classmates at school today! I belong there! I don't want to go to Russia anymore! The thought makes me nervous, and stressed especially since currently I don't even have a way to Russia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I feel better now, I just had to get that out, but I still miss school, even though I thought I would never say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-1565011906750261584?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/1565011906750261584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=1565011906750261584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1565011906750261584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1565011906750261584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-6633841092581829324</id><published>2009-12-30T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:57:21.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009... a year in review!</title><content type='html'>Well, 2009 has come and gone. Quickly too I might add so right now is as good as any to reflect upon this year and think about what has happened and what I have accomplished in this year of 2009. So here goes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started my 4th semester of college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barrack Obama became president&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent an hour one day trying to get my car door to shut after I opened it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Steelers won the superbowl (not that I really care)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I participated in a spelling Bee on campus (I didn't win)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sister had jaw surgery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I built mouses out of owl pellets in my living with wildlife class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to a meeting about ILP, which first started my thoughts of going to Ukraine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to my 1st and only USU hockey game, it was against the "U" and we creamed them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;MARCH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;had spring break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the draper temple open house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw a play musical spoof on high school musical in salt lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was my parents 30th anniversary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the sink at Angie's with my living with wildlife professor and some kids in my class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trained for self-checkout at Maceys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended hunters safety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended draper temple dedication via satellite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;APRIL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my CIL's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my little brother got in a car accident but was fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished the semester of school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved out of old farm D1 and into Old Farm O3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a raise at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Johnny's farewell and he left on his mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took sign language online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I became FHE coordinator for the summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to CJ's farewell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUNE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;locked myself out of my apartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CJ left on his mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Jackson Hole with the fam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Troy got his mission call to the Phillipines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke my camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooke and Jennie got their mission calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met Elder Perry at Macey's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the Oquirrh Mountain temple open house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a new phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got family pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;applied to the ILP program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got accepted into the ELED program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUGUST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed up for over 24 hours the first time ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved home for a few days only to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move into continental&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attended the oquirrh mountain temple dedication via sattellite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;started my 3rd year 5th semester of college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped catch a moth in the middle of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought a new laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Troy left on his mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennie left on her mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooke left on her mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had the first snowfall of the season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;got deathly sick for like a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grant got home from his mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was a gangster for halloween&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;blew out 2 tires on my car by hitting a curb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turned 21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noah Joseph Jasperson was born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kasi porter got married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out I was going to Russia instead of Ukraine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished out the semester at college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved back home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maddie came home from China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my ILP training&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;started working at the clearfield maceys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoyed christmas with my family and talked to Troy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway so how do I remember all of that, actually most of it I didn't but luckily I write in my journal often so I could remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why did I spend soo much time writing this post? Mainly because I'm bored&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well now it's time to see what 2010 will bring us. Happy New Year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-6633841092581829324?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/6633841092581829324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=6633841092581829324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/6633841092581829324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/6633841092581829324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-in-review.html' title='2009... a year in review!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4663886378514671890</id><published>2009-12-26T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:15:07.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've waited my whole life and finally I've found....</title><content type='html'>...my prince charming! yes, that is right, this christmas Santa finally brought me what every girl dreams of there whole entire life, and I woke up only to find my prince charming waiting for me. One could only imagine the excitement and joy to find that their quest to find their prince charming had finally been put to an end, now I must admit my prince charming did not look much like a prince at first, he was actually disguised as a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Szbcqk3wF4I/AAAAAAAAACs/Ik9lnEVFs9M/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419761825597101954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Szbcqk3wF4I/AAAAAAAAACs/Ik9lnEVFs9M/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the best part was that (now I know what you are thinking but it did not happen) I did not have to lose my VL. That is right I did not even have to kiss a frog for him to become a prince. However, I did have to put in effort for his transition into a prince. I had to add a bit of water, and then patiently wait for 72 hours, for him to be a full grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Szbck66T61I/AAAAAAAAACk/qSeM2M6D0ak/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419761728434203474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Szbck66T61I/AAAAAAAAACk/qSeM2M6D0ak/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I know that you can't tell how handsome this prince is from the picture, but that might be partly because he is not fully grown, he still has another 17 hourss until it has been the full 72 hours, but the point is, my prince charming is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4663886378514671890?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4663886378514671890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4663886378514671890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4663886378514671890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4663886378514671890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-waited-my-whole-life-and-finally.html' title='I&apos;ve waited my whole life and finally I&apos;ve found....'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Szbcqk3wF4I/AAAAAAAAACs/Ik9lnEVFs9M/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5985363140538004564</id><published>2009-12-09T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:23:01.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a survivor!</title><content type='html'>That's right! I did it! I lived through the fall 2009 semester at Utah State University! I also did pretty well... I think! I only have 2 known grades which are A-'s! Woohoo! Now the rest of my grades I will wait... and wait... and wait.... patiently for the results. Anyway I was proud of myself for making it through this semester! At times it was a real challenge! No worries though I came out of this semester being able to:&lt;br /&gt;give first aid&lt;br /&gt;be a pro at editing papers and any grammar important things&lt;br /&gt;teach children physical education&lt;br /&gt;teach children music&lt;br /&gt;guide children&lt;br /&gt;and tell some great stories!&lt;br /&gt;or at least those were the things I was supposed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I will not have to endure another painful final week for a whole year being as I will not be attending school next semester and opting for a crazy excursion to Russia! It will be soo fun to go teach english to children!! but... no worries Utah State and Logan, I will make an appearance once more in August to finish up my last 3 semesters of college! I feel some exciting things coming up in my life and I feel so relieved right now as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-5985363140538004564?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5985363140538004564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5985363140538004564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5985363140538004564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5985363140538004564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m a survivor!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-4759927882220966260</id><published>2009-10-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:00:23.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things</title><content type='html'>The 7 things I hate the most.... about my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes My alram tune is actaully currently the song "7 Things" by Miley Cyrus. Yes that's right a song by Miley Cyrus and the ironic thing is she bugs me and I hate her voice it just sounds like she has a retainer in and it's annoying. Not that everyone who has to wear a retainer is annoying. no, it's just her. However although I dislike her and many things about her I Can't help but love some of her songs like "The Climb" and "'7 Things". I just wish someone else sang these songs Anyway my post is not about Miley Cyrus. It's about her song and the irony of it being my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her song is about the 7 things she hates about this boy in her life. Everytime my alarm goes off and I hear Miley singing the "7 things" I can't help to think while she is singing about a guy I am thinking about the 7 things I hate about my alarm so with that being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes a good dream is disrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to wake up and I am still tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to leave my nice warm bed and go out to the starting to get cold weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to walk up the hill up to campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have to get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And the 7th thing I hate the most about my alarm is that I don't want to get out of bed but.. I have to unless I want to fail at life and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is I'm sure that the list does not end at 7. However at the end of the song she says the 7 things she like so maybe I should try that, but I don't know if I could find 7 things I like about my alarm. I mean honestly, who could?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-4759927882220966260?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/4759927882220966260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=4759927882220966260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4759927882220966260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/4759927882220966260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-things.html' title='7 Things'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-7643648536531244653</id><published>2009-09-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:17:56.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about Time!!</title><content type='html'>So I was just realizing it's been a crazy long time since I last posted. I have been soo crazy busy lately it is not even funny! So what has been happening in my life? well I will tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished up living in old farm for the summer and moved home for a few days until I could move into my new apartment at Continental ( which is pretty good, my roommates are cool and our apartment is pretty nice, but the apartment is horrible, I thought old farm parking was bad, but it's not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Started school a few days after moving into my new apartment. This has been pretty enjoyable because my classes actually mean something to me, I don't feel like I am wasting my time, but it is a lot of work, and observations and lesson plans and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of my roommates from the past 2 years plus I went to high school with her, left a few days after school started to China, with Sadie another friend. They went to teach english to kids, I'll be doing the same thing in Ukraine next semester. They seem to be having a good time. She gets back 4 days after christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The end of my first week of school Brooke (another one of my old roommates for the past 2 years) headed back home to North Dakota, until she left on her mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So between homework and working and school, I had a few important people leave on missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One missionary was my little brother (he would disagree with me because he's taller than me) He left on September 23rd to head to the Philippines Cebu mission speaking cebuano. He is currently in the Provo MTC. So I was at home a lot lately spending time with him and hearing his talk at church and watching him get set apart. I didn't go to the MTC though since it is curb-side drop-off. So far from what he has said, he is doing pretty good with just a few rough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another missionary was my friend from high school and my room roommate for the past 2 years at college. Her name is Jennie Adams. She like my brother Troy is also going to the Philippines, and entered the provo MTC on September 23rd as well. Only she is going to the Bacolod mission and speaking Tagolog. I think she is also doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last missionary I know was also my roommate for the past 2 years and left to the provo MTC on September 23rd as well. Her name is Brooke Deem and she is actually going to the Argentina Mendoza mission. She will be speaking Spanish. I don't know how she is doing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all these missionaries will be amazing! I hope they all do okay while they are away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I have been up to recently it is great fun, and time is just speeding by like crazy! Hopefully I'll be better with updates from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-7643648536531244653?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/7643648536531244653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=7643648536531244653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7643648536531244653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/7643648536531244653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about Time!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3549709215389361320</id><published>2009-06-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:11:32.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking: The camera destroyer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Skpi0Pvcj-I/AAAAAAAAABs/XMpaKZHfydg/s1600-h/IMG_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Skpi0Pvcj-I/AAAAAAAAABs/XMpaKZHfydg/s320/IMG_2428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199756801511394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the group on the hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Skpi0J74SGI/AAAAAAAAABk/pqlwemuEGnE/s1600-h/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Skpi0J74SGI/AAAAAAAAABk/pqlwemuEGnE/s320/IMG_2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199755243047010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous View!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/SkpinU1xPII/AAAAAAAAABc/ecmS5TbcT_A/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/SkpinU1xPII/AAAAAAAAABc/ecmS5TbcT_A/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199534831910018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where my camera was destroyed!&lt;br /&gt;That pink backpack is mine, Adam was nice&lt;br /&gt; enough to carry it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my ward for the summer I got the calling of FHE coordinator, it's fun but surprisingly hard to come up with activities. Anyway I finally got this beyond brilliant idea to go hiking for FHE. I asked someone where a good place to hike was and she told me, although I had been there. We met at my apartment and took 4 cars to drive up. So this was a good plan so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started not so well when only 3 of the 4 cars actually ended up in the same place, so we waited to see if the 4th car would ever show up, but they didn't, so we went on without them. The hike itself was very gorgeous! We had a lot of fun together as well, especially when the boys decided to knock all the trees over. It was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the part where they tipped the trees over, was also the worst part! You see there was this huge rock that some of us were standing on. I was taking pictures, then I decided I was done and started putting it back in my back pack, but then I dropped it, but I was sure it would be fine. I didn't take it out the rest of the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way back down I was in the end with some people so finally we made it to the end expecting everyone to be waiting for us. But there was no one. Everyone else missed the path to go back down, but eventually they all made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed home expecting the people in last car to be back, but... they weren't so we all sat outside calling them at least every 5 minutes, none of us could reach them. We were worried! Finally we decided to go drive back into the canyon, to find them, but on our way back we got through to them. They were all fine and went on there own hike to the path we were supposed to go to. It was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I decided to look at the pictures I had taken, when I turned it on the screen was completely white with the exception of a dark spot. I was really sad to find that drop at the canyon had been so severe, to my camera but then I took a picture to see if it still took pictures and uploaded all the pictures to my computer and luckily they all came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not at a total loss, I can still take pictures I just can't see what they look like until there on my computer, I guess I should be grateful for that. But I'm really sad because my camera was Really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story be extremely careful if you take a camera hiking, otherwise the hike will kill your camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-3549709215389361320?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3549709215389361320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3549709215389361320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3549709215389361320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3549709215389361320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiking-camera-destroyer.html' title='Hiking: The camera destroyer!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaQdPBEJXWY/Skpi0Pvcj-I/AAAAAAAAABs/XMpaKZHfydg/s72-c/IMG_2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3511552096520007470</id><published>2009-05-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:53:13.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASL+online+summer = no fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok well my title to this blog should be a dead give away to what this blog is about. It is about taking sign language online during the summer. That is definitely not my idea of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway so a long time ago I decided I would go to summer school this summer to lessen my load during the school year. So I decided I would take about 2 classes this summer. So I was going to take a week long music workshop class, but that might even fall through due to my procrastination. I also decided to take sign language 1. So I registered for it and it was going to be real 4 week class on campus. However a few days after registering I got an email from the professor saying due to budget cuts the class would only be offered online during the summer. So I thought it's only 4 weeks, how bad can it really be? Well to answer that question, it is really hard. But on the bright side I'm just about finished with week 1 meaning I only have to endure it for 3 more weeks, that is if I make it out alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh also another frustrating thing is since it is online. I have no reason to be up here in Logan. I could have went home and saved money, and worked somewhere other than a grocery store at least for the summer so I could have variety in my life. Oh well I'm sure it will be fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-3511552096520007470?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3511552096520007470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3511552096520007470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3511552096520007470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3511552096520007470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/05/aslonlinesummer-no-fun.html' title='ASL+online+summer = no fun!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5004785883303028282</id><published>2009-04-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:26:01.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well as you may have noticed. I have not blogged in a while. this is mainly due to the fact that school has taken over all or at least most of my free time. Now school is not quite over yet, but I'm really close. I only have 2 more finals. I will be completely finished with the semester in just 2 days, less than 48 hours. Now the question is, why do I now have time to blog if I'm going through the most intense week of the semester right now. Well I suppose I will tell you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This semester has been pretty tough for me especially since last semester I hardly had to study and work for good grades. But I had to take biology which was the only class I had left to take before I could apply to my major. The only problem is biology and I are not friends. I'd say that was my toughest class this semester. I had already taken biology before and I basically failed. I didn't get an F though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After 2 failed tests in biology this semester, I thought that there was no way I was going to pass the class and I would have to try a 3rd time. But then I really got my butt into gear and did significantly better on my third test, and I studied like crazy all week this week and took the final for the class today. After I took it I was worried and didn't know if  I did well enough. Then later I checked my email to see the results were waiting there in my inbox. I didn't want to open it for fear of a low score so I navigated away to another site. A little while later I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know. So I opened my results to see that..... I got a good enough grade on my final to PASS the class. That's right I'M THROUGH WITH BIOLOGY!!! I was soo excited and relieved that I had to blog about it and I couldn't study for my other tests upcoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The moral of this story is never give up, or lose hope because you can succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now I'm off to study for my remaining tests which wont be as hard, and then I can celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-5004785883303028282?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5004785883303028282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5004785883303028282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5004785883303028282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5004785883303028282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/04/biology.html' title='Biology!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-5827117133291517553</id><published>2009-03-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:35:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So it was spring break this week, and I regret to inform that it was yet again another lame one! Just the same as last year, well not just the same, I did a few monumental things this break, or not you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;First off on Saturday I was chilling at work and I was on break, when my phone started ringing and it was my mother, she called to tell me that my little brother Troy was giving a talk in his singles ward sacrament meeting the next day. Sacrament was at 9 for him and it was also daylight savings time so in a way it was really 8:00. I decided since I was going to go home anyway, that I would go hear him speak, but the question was if I went home late after work on saturday or really early sunday morning. I chose to go home on Saturday, I had all my stuff together and was on the road by 11:30 p.m. and arrived safely at my house at 12:30 a.m. It was great. Anyway and my brother did an awesome job on his talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then on Monday I had the opportunity to go all the way inside a temple for the second time in my life, I went to the Draper temple open house with my roommates, Jennie, Maddie, Nicole, and Brooke, and our friends Nathan and Spencer. The temple was absolutely gorgeous and amazing I'm glad that I went. That evening I went with my parents and Troy to a musical in Salt Lake it was called My School Musical, it was a spoof on high school musical and it was hillarious! We also rode the frontrunner which was way fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On Tuesday, my brother-in-law Jon was kind enough to take me to a shooting range so I could practice shooting because I have to take Hunters safety for a class next week. I also haven't really shot before so I needed to learn. I thought shooting was pretty fun, then the rest of the day and wednesday as well I didn't really do anyhing but I did work on a 1,000 piece puzzle, it was pretty fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then on Thursday I came back to Logan so I could work the rest of the week, and that was basically my spring break! So I guess it wasn't too shabby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-5827117133291517553?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/5827117133291517553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=5827117133291517553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5827117133291517553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/5827117133291517553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3294652624765509294</id><published>2009-02-27T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:34:27.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionaries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well somehow half this original entry got deleted I'm pretty upset, oh well it was a lame entry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Another huge bonus of people that I know choosing to go on missions, is that I get mail. If there were no missionaries I would never get mail besides lame bank statements and other sorts of things that isn't a real, personal letter. Anyway currently I am actively receiving letters from 4 different missionaries, but only 2 of them do I actually personally know. The other 2 are missionaries that I learned about getting no mail ever so I decided to write them once, and yet they are still writing me back, It's cool, because they both seem really cool, and I don't know why other people, who actually know these missionaries. But 3 of the 4 missionaries will be going home by October, so then I will be writing only 1 missionary till June of 2010. But it's ok, because secretly he's my favorite missionary to get letters from anyway. Even though he is the last one to get back. However, that's why patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Anyway so yup, missionaries are awesome!&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/3707911299439384860-3294652624765509294?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3294652624765509294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3294652624765509294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3294652624765509294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3294652624765509294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/02/missionaries.html' title='Missionaries!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-3305591377624558958</id><published>2009-01-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:06:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macey's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It all started on May 30, 2006. On that day my life would never be the same. Yes, that was the day that I was hired as an employee at the one and only Clearfield Maceys food and drug store. I have worked at a maceys ever since that day. So I have worked their for more than 2 and a 1/2 years now. I never knew that I would be an employee of a grocery store for so long. However, I now work at a maceys far larger and far better than the clearfield Maceys. I am talking about the Providence Maceys which is only about 2 years old. It really is an exquisite grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But working at a grocery store does have its drawbacks, I know that this is hard to believe, but it does. Some of these drawbacks include working until midnight on occasion, and also working with ornery or annoying guests. It's okay to have a bad day every once in a while. But please don't show it when your checking out at the grocery store. It affects us cashiers. We some times end up getting ornery or even feel bad when we shouldn't feel bad that you are ornery. Also I hate it when people tell me how to bag their groceries, I have been trained, I know what I am doing. These along with countless other reasons are why working at a grocery store can be a drawback, not to mention the pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;On the bright side, working at a grocery store does have it's perks. One is that you get to meet and work with a lot of really cool and humorous people. Some of these people I have worked with in the past have turned out to become really close friends. Also late at night when hardly anyone is in the store you get to make up and play crazy weird games and even have random dance parties to the horrble music they play over the Intercom. But the best part of all, only comes to employees who are cashiers. I get paid to check people out all day long! I bet your all jealous now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-3305591377624558958?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/3305591377624558958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=3305591377624558958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3305591377624558958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/3305591377624558958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2009/01/maceys.html' title='Macey&apos;s'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707911299439384860.post-1973995051692388323</id><published>2008-11-30T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:08:09.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;New shoes, New clothes, new classes, new friends, a new start, and new jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The above are a few of the many new things I enjoy a long with this new blog. It gives me an opportunity to express myself. I love the feeling of new. One of my favorite new things is a new semester in school, especially after bombing a semester. It gives me a chance to redeem myself and for a fresh start in my education. Ironically, I'm making this post at the end of a semester rather than the beginning of one. Oh well! So I hope I can bring enjoyment and entertainment to all who choose to read this blog. Until the next post, happy new experiences to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707911299439384860-1973995051692388323?l=love-annielove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/feeds/1973995051692388323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3707911299439384860&amp;postID=1973995051692388323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1973995051692388323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707911299439384860/posts/default/1973995051692388323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-annielove.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html' title='NEW!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387987661834936105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
