<?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-5917295402340866944</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:20:16.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy's Spectacular Site</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3034238114712521897</id><published>2011-12-31T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:17:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Of Service</title><content type='html'>For Christmas this year we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;  to visit my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. On Christmas  morning we had planed on sleeping in and then doing presents after we  did other things. But that didn't happen because all the little kids  were up and opening their presents and we couldn't sleep with all the  noise they were making so we got up and opened presents. After we played  for a little bit we all got ready and went to the old folks home where  grandpa gives a lesson every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;  sang for them and then we talked to them and passed out treats. One  woman took me by the hand and said, "Don't you stop singing. You have a  great voice and you should share it. I am so glad that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shared&lt;/span&gt; it with me." She was very kind and it was a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.  We all had a lot of fun. After that we went to a kind of homeless  shelter. They were passing out sleeping bags and food and gloves and  hats and clothes and all kinds of things to the homeless. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; and when we got there they had so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;volunteers&lt;/span&gt;  that they did have anything for us to do. So we sang them a few songs  and talked to some of them. One man came in, we were all standing by the  door....&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;  bit. All of the stuff that was there had been donated by people who  wanted to help the homeless. We donated candy the day before. But we  couldn't find the M&amp;amp;M's the day before so we brought them with us  when we went on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now back to us standing by the door.&lt;br /&gt;A  man walked in and my dad said "You can go through the line and some  food and a sleeping bag." and the man said "I already got my stuff I  just heard that they had M&amp;amp;M's now and I wanted to come get some."&lt;br /&gt;At  the time I thought it was really funny. But the more I think about it  the more I think it's sad. Because what we have in our house constantly  and only costs us 75 cents, which to us is nothing but to these people  is a lot of money, they are what made this man's Christmas. A little bag  of M&amp;amp;M's. Can you even imagine?&lt;br /&gt;The mas who owns the building  gave us a tour of one of the other buildings he owns that he uses to  help the homeless women get jobs. And he kept saying something that I  won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;"when Christ comes again, he won't to the rich. He will  come here where he can do the most good. And that's why we should be  here. Because don't you want to meet the savior when he comes?"&lt;br /&gt;This  man is Muslim and he owns his own company(that has nothing to do with  the homeless) and he has put and continues to put in tons of his money  into helping these people. He is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; man and I am better by meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;  just got me to thinking.Where will I be when that Savior comes? Will I  be out helping those who are in need. Will i be working along side Him  or will I be sitting in front of my computer on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just something for you to think about.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you.... Where will you be when He comes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3034238114712521897?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3034238114712521897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3034238114712521897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3034238114712521897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3034238114712521897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-of-service.html' title='A Christmas Of Service'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6794197808325246975</id><published>2011-12-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:49:47.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Arts Concert</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we did a fine arts concert at school. It was the band, the orchestra, the jazz band, sympohonic band, percussion ensemble, bell choir, concert choir, and the Madrigals all stuffed into one concert! It was wonderful! I didn't realize how many talented people we have at our school. People are incredible and I love that they are willing to share their talents with the world.&lt;br /&gt;So to all the incredible people in this world who are will to share their talents, I say "THANKYOU!!!" And to all those who have talents but don't share them, I say "Don't be afraid you truely amazing!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6794197808325246975?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6794197808325246975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6794197808325246975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6794197808325246975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6794197808325246975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/12/fine-arts-concert.html' title='Fine Arts Concert'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3233643925969319510</id><published>2011-11-22T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:51:55.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>I love that movie so dearly. We watched a part of it in seminary and now I'm longing to watch it. Just sayin'. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3233643925969319510?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3233643925969319510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3233643925969319510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3233643925969319510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3233643925969319510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/tangled.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8333239098031738923</id><published>2011-11-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:34:15.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done With This Day</title><content type='html'>It started out very good. I got up,got ready, went to seminary, had a great lesson, got to school early, sang only 2 songs in Bells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voix&lt;/span&gt;(but we took up the whole time(the girls could sing them)) we were just perfecting today. And then.....&lt;br /&gt;-Mentor period(A stupid waste of time the school came up with to waste our time and throw off our schedules), we have a new kid on our class(we had the same class since our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year) and he's really smart, but he treats everyone else like their stupid. I don't like that. I am not a child. Just cause you're smart doesn't mean that everyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; stupid. And lucky me I get to sit by him. He is really nice, and he's kind-a cute, but do you have to treat me that way?&lt;br /&gt;-Financial Lit. We had a guest speaker, she was better than the one we usually have, but it just dragged on and on and on and on and on.... and on. So I worked on my packet and I got a whole section done(only 5 to go), then we watched some Oprah Winfrey, some people are really stupid. "You guys I don't get it!"&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch was good.&lt;br /&gt;-Ceramics was great, fantastic, phenomenal, marvelous, spectacular, amazing. Have I ever mentioned that I love that class?&lt;br /&gt;-Choir was fun. I don't have a seat. My section leader is a beast. The girl I had to sit by today was tone deaf(I'll give her the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; of the doubt and guess that she was sick). Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lechman&lt;/span&gt; was sorta grumpy. D was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stressin&lt;/span&gt;' out. But man do we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;-After school I went into the counseling center to talk to my counselor, but alas they wont let me talk to Ms. Bell who has been my counselor since ever, so I have to talk to the new guy who ended up not being there after I waited for 20minutes.&lt;br /&gt;-I got home at 3:05 and got something to eat and then I went to the library(which took A LOT longer than I had had planned).&lt;br /&gt;-I planned on going job hunting, I asked a few people to write a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt; letter and the only person who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; got one to me was the person I thought wouldn't do it. I filled out ONE, and then I had to leave to go pick up my brother from work.&lt;br /&gt;-I got lost. In rush hour traffic. And I used up all my gas looking for it. That gas was suppose to last me until Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;-I still need to look up things to see if I qualify for a scholarship to SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm hungry I only had a few animal crackers after school. I want a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to go to bed and to stop having nightmares...... and I'm hungry mama. I really and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done With This Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BowBaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8333239098031738923?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8333239098031738923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8333239098031738923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8333239098031738923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8333239098031738923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-done-with-this-day.html' title='I&apos;m Done With This Day'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1851163401058807987</id><published>2011-11-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:59:42.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!?!</title><content type='html'>So I was making dinner last night(we had make your own chicken salad(It was very good!)) I was cutting up vegies and....&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the seriously comes in.....&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.....&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.....&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MY FINGER ON THE &lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt; OF THE KNIFE!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BowBaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1851163401058807987?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1851163401058807987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1851163401058807987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1851163401058807987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1851163401058807987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously!?!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4811078205513512504</id><published>2011-11-12T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:14:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Friday night we went over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and Audrey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madson's&lt;/span&gt; house and decorated our T-shirts. I got home about 10:30 and went to bed. I didn't sleep AT ALL. Then at 5am I got up to take some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to help me feel better. I was just opening the bottle when I knew I was going to throw up. And I did. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; I made it to the bathroom. I sat in there for a little while feeling gross and then around 6:30 I went back to my room and went to bed. I woke up a few minutes before 10 still feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grody&lt;/span&gt;. So I got ready for the day and deep cleaned our bathroom. Then I went Back to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madson's&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the T-shirts. We did Audrey's hair(it turned out really cute) I went home and put away the groceries, sorted the pantry, did a load of laundry, made brownies, dusted, did dishes, and went shopping with daddy. We went over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm's&lt;/span&gt; house for dinner, we had home made chicken noodle soup in bread bowls, I didn't eat much(it was the first thing I'd eaten all day). We took pictures. Went to the dance, took more pictures, danced, mingled, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squealed&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;. Then we came to my house for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt; and games. We played who knows their date best. Zach and I won, I thought that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;, I thought for sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; would win, but alas.... WE ROCK! Everyone went home and I still feel yucky. I had a ton of fun!!! But it would have been much better if I didn't feel so nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brushed my teeth 10 times today(plus one more before I go to bed). And I think I washed my hands at least 35 times. I hand sanitized so many times my hands are dry and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cracky&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope I didn't get anyone sick. I know how uncool that is. And I hope I get better sooner rather than later. Goodnight all!!!(Pictures to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BowBaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4811078205513512504?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4811078205513512504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4811078205513512504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4811078205513512504'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1748227785103174772</id><published>2011-11-08T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:14:24.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Zach to Sadie Hawkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKFZUXjoU1A/TrnWd2B_BKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_E4ILBw3TuI/s1600/DSC06610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672801013858239650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKFZUXjoU1A/TrnWd2B_BKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_E4ILBw3TuI/s320/DSC06610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30ACJPb-IGk/TrnWdYz9kcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Tm6e7ViL4Uw/s1600/DSC06611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672801006014796226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30ACJPb-IGk/TrnWdYz9kcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Tm6e7ViL4Uw/s320/DSC06611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyJopabewbE/TrnWdE605fI/AAAAAAAAAd0/q59Sy3ZDMmc/s1600/DSC06612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672801000674878962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyJopabewbE/TrnWdE605fI/AAAAAAAAAd0/q59Sy3ZDMmc/s320/DSC06612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpfv5z-3Ijk/TrnV4te7WFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jTiPwNtfhmE/s1600/DSC06613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672800375908554834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpfv5z-3Ijk/TrnV4te7WFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jTiPwNtfhmE/s320/DSC06613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqxV7pX6620/TrnV4M4OtLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OgQx5dbDJcs/s1600/DSC06615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672800367156311218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqxV7pX6620/TrnV4M4OtLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OgQx5dbDJcs/s320/DSC06615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AETa1mAI7ug/TrnV3_BGcaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0huKDzM9Hzw/s1600/DSC06616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672800363435422114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AETa1mAI7ug/TrnV3_BGcaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0huKDzM9Hzw/s320/DSC06616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVRf9I7awjg/TrnV3cVdvxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TTN8G0PSCfA/s1600/DSC06617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672800354125594386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVRf9I7awjg/TrnV3cVdvxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TTN8G0PSCfA/s320/DSC06617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJq6bhLRXiw/TrnUnbWo5zI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tQ4yQTc1m88/s1600/DSC06618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798979472549682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJq6bhLRXiw/TrnUnbWo5zI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tQ4yQTc1m88/s320/DSC06618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JvX4vSESsc/TrnUnELEB7I/AAAAAAAAAco/xWfx2XTqNdM/s1600/DSC06619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798973249980338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JvX4vSESsc/TrnUnELEB7I/AAAAAAAAAco/xWfx2XTqNdM/s320/DSC06619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPxMmU5_IYY/TrnUmqmIcpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GQPwbZZtymU/s1600/DSC06620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798966384194194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPxMmU5_IYY/TrnUmqmIcpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GQPwbZZtymU/s320/DSC06620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ul85t_OQg5Q/TrnUmb1tV9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1buBiyr0nv4/s1600/DSC06622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798962422994898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ul85t_OQg5Q/TrnUmb1tV9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1buBiyr0nv4/s320/DSC06622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta Da!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1748227785103174772?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1748227785103174772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1748227785103174772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1748227785103174772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1748227785103174772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/11/asking-zach-to-sadie-hawkins.html' title='Asking Zach to Sadie Hawkins'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKFZUXjoU1A/TrnWd2B_BKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_E4ILBw3TuI/s72-c/DSC06610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-133971095709169109</id><published>2011-11-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:56:28.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the other day I was in Animal Science and one of the boys in my class came in late. He was on cruches and his foot was wraped up. My teacher looked at him and said "Chance what happened to your foot?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His response, "Well I was riding my bike on the roof and it started to rain. I silped."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;".........You were riding your bike on the roof.....?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah. Doesn't everyone do that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No Chance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrugs his shoulders and goes to his seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-133971095709169109?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/133971095709169109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/133971095709169109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/133971095709169109'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4351429945904791269</id><published>2011-10-18T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:28:07.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Pinch Pot Head from last year in ceramics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664948222016898498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lpKIJnXxm0/Tp3wZMxMRcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ik7yY26PiYU/s320/DSC06569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PZsM7Hw9zo/Tp3wGi9Nh5I/AAAAAAAAAak/PAww8qd97bs/s1600/DSC06570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947901555378066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PZsM7Hw9zo/Tp3wGi9Nh5I/AAAAAAAAAak/PAww8qd97bs/s320/DSC06570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Pinch Pot Head from this year in ceramics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE0FrCwxaZ4/Tp3xl-JAoWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XuN6qRpRuCU/s1600/DSC06571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664949540940194146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE0FrCwxaZ4/Tp3xl-JAoWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XuN6qRpRuCU/s320/DSC06571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE0FrCwxaZ4/Tp3xl-JAoWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XuN6qRpRuCU/s1600/DSC06571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE0FrCwxaZ4/Tp3xl-JAoWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XuN6qRpRuCU/s1600/DSC06571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE0FrCwxaZ4/Tp3xl-JAoWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XuN6qRpRuCU/s1600/DSC06571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPTQlrKEmn4/Tp3xlfpE2AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZUCex6uuxus/s1600/DSC06574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664949532753188866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPTQlrKEmn4/Tp3xlfpE2AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZUCex6uuxus/s320/DSC06574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that neither of them are that great. But I am making progress and that is the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BowBaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4351429945904791269?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4351429945904791269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4351429945904791269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4351429945904791269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4351429945904791269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/10/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lpKIJnXxm0/Tp3wZMxMRcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ik7yY26PiYU/s72-c/DSC06569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4030827812164531560</id><published>2011-10-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:50:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Lit.</title><content type='html'>I am in Financial Literacy at the moment.... Boring.&lt;br /&gt;She let us get on the computers to finnish an assignment, what she doesn't know is that everybody finnished their assignments and we just wanted to get on the computers because that is more fun than this boring class.&lt;br /&gt;I am rather positive that my IQ lowers just by walking into this room. All the assignments are no brainers and I feel like I know more about this stuff then she does.... I guess it's a good thing that it's only a semester class.&lt;br /&gt;Next I have lunch(I forgot to bring a lunch and I have no lunch money so I'll have to run home really fast and grab something) and then I have CERAMICS!!!! Which I love more than choir. And choir is the last period of the day and we are starting CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!!!! If I haven't mentioned it before Christmas music is my FAVORITE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's the clean up bell!!! Horray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BowBaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4030827812164531560?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4030827812164531560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4030827812164531560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4030827812164531560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4030827812164531560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/10/financial-lit.html' title='Financial Lit.'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2962828665970726638</id><published>2011-10-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:41:17.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So if you didn't already know, I've had a little more contact with police men than I would prefer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today was no change....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before mom(or dad) gets upset let me tell you the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon and I went to get Slurpee's, because some days you just need a Slurpee, at the 7/11 on 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. they didn't have the flavors we wanted so we went to the 7/11 on 70&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Redwood. We walked in and standing there were not one, not two, but three police men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon turns to me and says "That one looks familiar. Is he the guy that pulled you over in Flo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My response "Yeah. But he's also the one who came when I "hit"(I say "hit" because really I was just playing tag and she didn't get the memo. Plus I was going like 3mph. That's not a hit, even if she didn't get the memo she could have understood that it was a love tap. But alas she didn't *sigh*.) that lady."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is the funny part of this story", you ask. Well I'll tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did I recognise him, but he recognized me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh it up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fuzball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BowBaby&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2962828665970726638?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2962828665970726638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2962828665970726638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2962828665970726638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2962828665970726638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/10/police-man.html' title='Police Man'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7647856081747781239</id><published>2011-09-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:27:11.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a movie I found on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NetFlix&lt;/span&gt;. It's PG. And I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; sitting there thinking "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashtyn&lt;/span&gt; what are we watching? Do we have to watch this? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt;." Which they often do when I get to choose the movie. What can I say I'm a sucker for feel good, always have a happy ending, learn a wonderful truth, kind of movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie struck me.... I don't know how to explain the feeling but I cried.... A LOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie made me proud to be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you get a chance watch it, do. If it doesn't have the same affect on you as it did on me, maybe I'm just the odd one out, but I'm okay with that. I will be proud to stand out. As Max Goof would say-cross that out-sing, "I got what it t-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kes&lt;/span&gt;! To stand out! Above the crowed! Even if I gotta shout out loud, til' mine is the only face that you see, gonna stand out til' ya notice me!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry got off topic.... re-tracking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFTED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw It. Loved It. Watch It. (Cry Your Eyes Out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7647856081747781239?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7647856081747781239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7647856081747781239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7647856081747781239'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7907924621357021326</id><published>2011-09-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:54:01.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecomming</title><content type='html'>This is my Homecomming group.&lt;br /&gt;Left to right&lt;br /&gt;Me, Chase, Jeanann, Dakota, Ashley, Peanut(His name is really Peioneti but we just call him Peanut.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI_lSND4OJg/TnTyUJQS0hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MxGdbp7KX0s/s1600/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409860152381970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI_lSND4OJg/TnTyUJQS0hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MxGdbp7KX0s/s320/DSC06278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI_lSND4OJg/TnTyUJQS0hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MxGdbp7KX0s/s1600/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI_lSND4OJg/TnTyUJQS0hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MxGdbp7KX0s/s1600/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my friends named Ali. We were standing in line for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZ8M5cPhjc/TnTyT5--YPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jfVUCN0SqXc/s1600/DSC06272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409856053207282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZ8M5cPhjc/TnTyT5--YPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jfVUCN0SqXc/s320/DSC06272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZ8M5cPhjc/TnTyT5--YPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jfVUCN0SqXc/s1600/DSC06272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZ8M5cPhjc/TnTyT5--YPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jfVUCN0SqXc/s1600/DSC06272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my corsage. Isn't it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtoGDRo31pw/TnTyTnt8LmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/f9yrHmjbwns/s1600/DSC06271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409851149921890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtoGDRo31pw/TnTyTnt8LmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/f9yrHmjbwns/s320/DSC06271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtoGDRo31pw/TnTyTnt8LmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/f9yrHmjbwns/s1600/DSC06271.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my date. We decided that his hair looks like Syndrome from 'The Incredibles' with blond hair. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfuh1ixnDic/TnTyTAvmr1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GBnGlkatSCU/s1600/DSC06270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409840687918930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfuh1ixnDic/TnTyTAvmr1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GBnGlkatSCU/s320/DSC06270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our day date we went to Taylors ville Park and played Frisbee Golf on the Fresbee Golf Course(Yes I said course. People had kadies.) Jeanann through a frisbee under a fence and Dakota went to climb the fence and all the sudden there were tons of bees every where. I don't mean three or four bees. I mean like 50 bees. Dakota got stung three times on his neck and once on his butt, and he said in 4 other palces. Jeanann's final count was 12. Peanut got three on his head. And I got one on my ear. I have never been stung by a bee, until now. And you want to know something? IT HURTS!!!!!! I do not want to ever be stung by a bee ever again! Winnie the Pooh makes it look easy to run away from them but you know what it's not. they just keep following you around.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up Big Cottonwood canyon and we were going to go for a hike but we only went a little way and then there was this big mound of dirt that we climbed up and I slid down it. It was a lot steeper than I was anticipating but I thought it was fun. Chase on the other had did not enjoy it. Wimp.&lt;br /&gt;We then went home and got ready. I told Jeanann that we wouldn't get to her house til about 6. Chase didn't get to my house until 6:30. He had a clothing mishap. He found out 5 minutes before he was suppsed to be at my house that his mom had given his black slacks to D.I. So they had to go get some slacks. We got to Jeanann's at about 6:45 and went to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We had planned on going to Chillies but when we got there there was an hour wait. So we went to Johnny Carinos instead. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the dance at 8 it ended at 9. We stood in line for pictures for 45minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After the dance we went to Dakota's house and did s'mores and watched The Princess Bride. Chase fell asleep durring the movie. After the movie we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the mishaps we had a ton of fun!!! We had a lot of laughs and we got some intresting stories out of it. So thanks to my group for all the fun and for the memories. Love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7907924621357021326?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7907924621357021326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7907924621357021326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7907924621357021326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7907924621357021326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/homecomming.html' title='Homecomming'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI_lSND4OJg/TnTyUJQS0hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MxGdbp7KX0s/s72-c/DSC06278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8320006626736608445</id><published>2011-09-17T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:14:54.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New School Year</title><content type='html'>This school year I am a senior.&lt;br /&gt;When I tell people I'm a sennior they usally say "HOLY HELL! YOU'RE A SENIOR?!?!"(and no I am not making that up)&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that they don't think I'm a senior because I am so incrediblly short. But I am not the shortest one at school so I think it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in the bathroom and a little sophmore girl came in with all her friends and they were fixing their hair and talking about all the cute boys they know and how "OMG! He sits next to me in spanish class!!!" I didn't even have to ask what grade they were in. I knew because of the way they acted.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kaitlyn has a new friend who's a sophmore(We'll call her Squash). The other day we were all talking about something(I don't remember what it was) and Squash wouldn't drop the subject. After a while Squash left and Kaitlyn said "Uuugggg she's so obnoxious! Why couldn't she just drop it? Why is it such a big deal? I don't get it!!!" I said in reply "She's a sophmore. They're all like that." Kaitlyn then said, "Was I like that." I told her yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I find it intresting the way you can tell the differance between a sophmore and a senior. Even if they look old enough to be a senior by the way they act you can tell that they are sophmores.&lt;br /&gt;That again got me thinking of how people thinnk that I am a sophmore. Am I like Squash? Then a girl in my ASL(American Sign Language) class said that she guessed that I was a senior it was my voice that made me seem younger. So now not only is it because I'm short, it's cause my voice is to high. *sigh* I guess I'll never look old enough to be a senior.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's okay for now though because I don't feel old enough to be a senior. Maybe by the end of the year people will think I'm a senior and maybe I'll look like one(I don't know how I'll look like a senior if I stay 5'3".&lt;br /&gt;I'll worry about it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8320006626736608445?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8320006626736608445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8320006626736608445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8320006626736608445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8320006626736608445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-school-year.html' title='A New School Year'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-550223026623559757</id><published>2011-09-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:56:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asked</title><content type='html'>I GOT ASKED TO HOMECOMMING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by Chase Ewell.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me in Concert Choir.&lt;br /&gt;He sang 'It Takes Two' from Hairspray to me and then he gave me flowers.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the song the&lt;br /&gt;boys who were standing at the front of the room all held up big posters that said "Will you go to Homecomming with me?"&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SOOOOO CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone had gotten it on video, but alas they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-550223026623559757?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/550223026623559757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=550223026623559757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/550223026623559757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/550223026623559757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/09/asked.html' title='Asked'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6492347019987700545</id><published>2011-08-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:54:26.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffin Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah.... I ate that for dinner.... Like a whole box.... All by myself.... And I am completly okay with it, because I think I deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6492347019987700545?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6492347019987700545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6492347019987700545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6492347019987700545'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3597799695177343752</id><published>2011-07-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:31:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for mama's birthday, yesterday, Taylor went and picked up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; from far away Logan. It was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; for all of us! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed up LATE watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moulin&lt;/span&gt; Rouge. Then we talked for a little bit and by the time I made it to reading my scriptures it was 1:45. Then I HAD to write in my journal cause that's just how I am now-a days. So I was asleep by 2:30. I know this because I did not hear the clock chime 2:30. And that means I was asleep before my head hit the pillow(if you were my daddy(or Landon) you would say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pellow&lt;/span&gt;. But I am not them, so I say pillow.). I set my alarm for 10:30 so I could shower before my most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt;.... customer?.... came over at 11. That would be Lillie Capri(I babysit her. She's my cousin's daughter.). I turned the volume on my phone all the way up so I would for sure wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I got a call from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; at 8:30 and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ring tone&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Startrek&lt;/span&gt; Voyager theme song. I'm pretty sure I jumped 3 feet in the air &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;horizontally&lt;/span&gt;. You could say it gave me a fright. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. So I thought I'd catch up on some blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 9:30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I thought, "I should go mow the back yard(because we all know that it NEEDS it BAD!!!)." But now it's 10:30 and I have to go take a shower so Lillie's parents don't think I'm a slob. Maybe I could mow the lawn while watching Lillie.... Then I could get paid double time. I will find a way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that, the moral of the story is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have mowed the lawn.... but I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3597799695177343752?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3597799695177343752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3597799695177343752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3597799695177343752'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4764658227611054266</id><published>2011-07-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:16:28.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here are a few of my favorite lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am a despicable human being."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you smell that Blondie? Take a good breath through the nose. I'm getting part man smell and the other part really bad man smell. Over all it just smells like the color brown."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Super human good looks, I've always had them. Born with it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What I bought them.... Most of them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I love that movie. It's the funniest thing since the Tarzan joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you haven't seen it.... YOU MUST SEE IT!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End. Of. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Discussion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4764658227611054266?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4764658227611054266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4764658227611054266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4764658227611054266'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4182857837523573000</id><published>2011-07-08T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T06:17:33.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring Out Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I had a bad night last night. I was really down on myself. So I started looking at my stickey notes that are placed all over my room and I found two that helped a little. And then I decided that I wanted to go to the temple in the morning. But I had no way to get there. Colton and I had talked about going to the temple this week. So I texted him and asked if he would be willing to go early in the morning so I could still get to youth conferance on time. He being the wonderful person he is said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set my alarm for 5am. I was out the door by 5:20 and to the temple by 5:45(if not sooner). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking into the temple I remembered something that President Hinckley said(this is the way I remember it so don't quote me if it's wrong), "It will all work out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment I was comforted. The second I walked into the temple I could feel the spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful spiritual experiance durring the confermations. And as I was sitting waiting to be baptized I remembered my stickey notes. They read, "Oh how great is the plan of our God!" and, "Cheer up your hearts and remember!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself how can I be upset when I KNOW that the Lord has a plan. All I had to do was cheer up and remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could any of us be so upset over so many little things when we know that the Lord has a plan and He is pouring out blessings to all of us, each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cheer up your hearts and remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4182857837523573000?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4182857837523573000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4182857837523573000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4182857837523573000'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-457978123365017203</id><published>2011-07-07T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:11:19.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then It Started To Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was having a wonderful day! I woke up early(whenever dad was leaving the house this morning), I read some of my book, I watched last nights America's Got Talent, I got showered and ready for the day, I look super cute, I ran a few erraends, by this time it was 1:30, I started watching Iron Giant, and then I went to the kick off of Youth Conferance. I was having a BLAST!!! I caught up with my friends and we had a super ultra fantastic fireside(thank you president Watson!!!)!!!!! Then it was time for dessert. I hardly ever get dessert at church things because people don't think about the odd ones out, this was no change, but it doesn't bug me like it used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it got bad. Dad pulled me aside and told me that my licence had been revoked by the state, because, blah blah blah and, blah blah blah and all that jazz. So now I was upset. Then we were going to do a movie at Megan's house but I knew that I was going to be mister grumpy pants and I didn't want to ruin everyone else's night. So I walked Megan home instead. I texted my dad so that I wouldn't get left behind and forgotten about.... Yeah.... He didn't get that. So when I got back to the church, after walking Meg to her house, I was the only one there. I called dad, no answer. I called mom, no answer. So I sat in the grass for a little while and then dad called back wondering where I was. I told him I was at the church, he said he'd be there in a minute....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it started to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-457978123365017203?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/457978123365017203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/457978123365017203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/457978123365017203'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1608529295010901778</id><published>2011-07-03T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:45:15.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Fun of the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Playing a video game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor, "Landon use it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon, "I can't!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor, "I'm getting eaten by a jelly fish!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad(sounding much like uncle Jeff), "NNNOOOOOOO!!!! NOOO!!! NOOO!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon, "Taylor come hurt me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1608529295010901778?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1608529295010901778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1608529295010901778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1608529295010901778'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2948346626769641073</id><published>2011-06-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:23:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is one of my bestest friends nicknames. She is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we were texting and talking about going to the mall. I asked her what she was doing at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her response, "Putting toothpaste on my knee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this strike anyone else as odd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2948346626769641073?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2948346626769641073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2948346626769641073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2948346626769641073'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4574909326622897647</id><published>2011-06-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:07:33.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know that none of you would ever believe that I could have a friend, but I do. I have a couple of them accually. But right now I would like to focus on one by the name of Samm, yes with 2 m's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is someone that I look up to. And when I grow up I hope to be as inspiring and loving as she is. She has this amazing talent of making people feel like they have an ENORMOUS amount of worth!! And everyone does, but she can make YOU as an individual feel of your worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has other wonderful talents such as,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having the Spirit with her at all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has constantly been on my mind of late and so I have been texting her alot. I facebook stock her. I even went to her house yesterday, she wasn't home, but I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just keep wondering why she has been on my mind so much.... I guess it doesn't really matter as long as I keep checking in on her right?....*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4574909326622897647?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4574909326622897647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4574909326622897647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4574909326622897647'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6958400398608591532</id><published>2011-06-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:52:47.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other day I was at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; and I was looking at their kids movies and I saw the Magic School Bus. I had to get it! So when I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; with it a couple days later I returned it and went to see if they had any more. They did, but I also found a TV show that I used to watch with my brothers. We loved it and it gave us all something to do and we would get along &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whalst&lt;/span&gt; doing it. The show was Pokemon. And because I was in a good mood and it sounded like fun I got it. Well now I have the whole first season on hold at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am not the only one who is watching old silly TV shows because at this very moment Taylor and Logan are watching Power Rangers and they have been for the past 2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Magic School Bus, Pokemon, and Power Rangers. You may call us silly or stupid or just plain old weird but it is fun to watch the things that you watched as a kid and just laugh at it. It's fun and healthy for you! So I encourage you all to go find a show that you used to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; as a kid weather it be at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; or on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; or just on you tube, watch it and laugh at it. Remember all the good times you had with your brothers pretending that you were trainers and had extraordinary adventures while trying to catch rare and unusual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;. Do it. Embrace the weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6958400398608591532?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6958400398608591532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6958400398608591532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6958400398608591532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6958400398608591532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8467625250334099648</id><published>2011-06-23T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:53:06.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Awsome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you didn't already know..... I am the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it's all my mom fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday after the two hour eye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. appointment(don't even get me started on that one) she told me that I should go job hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I got a gussied up and I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt; Landing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress Barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath and Body Works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maurice's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payless&lt;/span&gt; Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Famous Footwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barns and Noble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe Carnival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yogurt Land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desert Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rue 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzie's Deals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but surely not least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sub Zero(if you ask my dad it's called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frozone&lt;/span&gt;, but he's wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you like to know which of these places I got a job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FROZONE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! I didn't even fill out an application. I walked in and asked if they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt; apps. and she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;interviewed&lt;/span&gt; me right there and then asked for my name and number and said I'll text you and we'll have you work a shift and see if it's a good fit. And I love it! I got paid for my 5 hour shift yesterday(well it will go on my paycheck) and I'm working again on Saturday. How incredibly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; is that!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just to sum up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; my moms fault!!!!!! I guess that sorta means that she is more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; then me..... And I agree with that!!! Because everyone knows that my mom is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8467625250334099648?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8467625250334099648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8467625250334099648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8467625250334099648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8467625250334099648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/whos-awsome.html' title='Who&apos;s Awsome?'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7718442727221963223</id><published>2011-06-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:34:10.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have this thing for olives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put them on anything that I feel like putting them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;including pizza, hamburgers, tacos, ham sandwiches, and sandwich, soup, spagetti, my fingers, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have a bowl of olives for breakfast rather than a bowl of cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could almost go as far to say that it is a fettish of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I am sitting in my chair and my feet arent touching the ground.... That's how short I am.... Bummer right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even get olives in our stockings at Christmas time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7718442727221963223?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7718442727221963223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7718442727221963223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7718442727221963223'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4205175359558243846</id><published>2011-06-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen that movie called You've Got Mail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in one part he is trying to explain why he didn't make the date they had planned. He's saying things like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... And.... the elevator broke.... And.... we were stuck..... And.... My dog got sick.... And.... my mom was rushed to the hosipital..... And.... the power went out.... And..... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is how I felt last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We(my boyfriend and I) had planned on going to the temple in the morning. So I was trying to come up with a way to tell him I couldn't go without telling that I was on my period and I don't like tampons(I had completly forgoten that I was on my period until he left and I finally went to the bathroom(I don't know what it is but the thought of him being just in the other room when I am peeing weirds me out) and then I remembered).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecuses that came to mind....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Blame mom.. that wont work why wouldn't mom let me go to the temple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Fake sick.. that wont work he was just here and I was completly fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Don't tell him anything and pretend to sleep through my alarm.. that wont work Tay would just wake me up and they would wait for me to get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Tell the truth.. NOT AN OPTION!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..I'm hanging out with Megan and forgot about it til just barely..why on earth would I make plans with my friend for 8o'clock in the morning?.. unless.. I have chores to do before I go hang out with Megan at 10, plus I have to get ready for the day.... BINGO!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is the story I told him.... and it is not a lie. I am hanging out with Megan and I do have things to do.. but it is posible that the things could be done later in the day.... But what he doesn't know wont kill him right? I made plans to go to the temple with him this comming Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story could also relate to the movie My Girl. Her guy friend comes over and asks her if she wants to go swimming. Of course she pushes him away and yells "AND DON'T COME BACK FROM FIVE TO SEVEN DAYS!!!". Which also could have worked for this situation.... but he would have guessed that and that is just as bad as me just telling him the truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is sorta a no win situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4205175359558243846?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4205175359558243846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4205175359558243846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4205175359558243846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4205175359558243846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5630107096430927033</id><published>2011-06-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:25.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally made it to 2nd Nephi!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone should be proud of me and should tell me that I am fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I already know how cool I am. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5630107096430927033?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5630107096430927033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5630107096430927033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5630107096430927033'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-74885416018655658</id><published>2011-06-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:07:28.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Idiot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I was suppose to be in Kamas helping with Ragnar. I signed up to be a volunteer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to wake up at 6 so I could be out of the house by 7 and on my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas I slept through my alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one reason I'm an Idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I stayed up until midnight thinking that I could wake up at 6 and be good to go for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the other reason I am an Idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to sum up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM AN IDIOT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-74885416018655658?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/74885416018655658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/74885416018655658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/74885416018655658'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3608794564903442011</id><published>2011-06-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:33:44.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dr. Lady Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to the Dr. Lady one monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Since having gluten out of your diet has made you feel better, lets make it a perminent thing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also said....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you have even a tiny bit of gluten it takes your body at least two weeks to get it through your system."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna know what I did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tellin' you any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting there I got thinking about what the Dr. Lady had told me and I realized. That over these 6 months of no gluten I have taken the sacrament. Also I remembered what I had discovered the day before. Which was, that barbaque potato chips, yeah they have gluten in them. because the have barley flour in them and I didn't realize that barley(oats) had gluten in them until after I had already told everyone that I could have them. And because I thought I could have them I never read the ingredients again.... Well until sunday. If it takes your body at least two weeks to process gluten then really I haven't gone off of gluten this whole six months. Meaning, that it's not the diet that has helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you may be thinking, "She's just reasoning this out because she doesn't want to have to stay off gluten." And that may be partically true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after I had thought all of this out at the temple. I started praying to Heavenly Father. And asking Him if this was because that's what I wanted or because it is the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get my answer right away. But after praying about it for the past 3 days. I feel that it is the truth. Not just what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So somehow I am going to slowly start incorroperating gluten back into my diet. That doesn't mean that I'm going to go eat a slice of bread right now. But slowly and steadely I'm going to bring it back into my diet. And if it makes me feel sick again. I'll know to lay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3608794564903442011?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3608794564903442011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3608794564903442011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3608794564903442011'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3586194584675645651</id><published>2011-06-12T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:33:59.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I FINNALLY GOT MY MADDALLION!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the silver one(Mom got the gold one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it!!! It is soooo pretty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the highlight was that I got my box!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58cYHxJ0gyg/TfWEv0FsdWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GGjqXt7Lceo/s1600/SSPX0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542067185808738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58cYHxJ0gyg/TfWEv0FsdWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GGjqXt7Lceo/s320/SSPX0184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58cYHxJ0gyg/TfWEv0FsdWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GGjqXt7Lceo/s1600/SSPX0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58cYHxJ0gyg/TfWEv0FsdWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GGjqXt7Lceo/s1600/SSPX0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2tBTfCzHU/TfWEvmF1ALI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vqUPchbDFU4/s1600/SSPX0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542063428272306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2tBTfCzHU/TfWEvmF1ALI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vqUPchbDFU4/s320/SSPX0185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2tBTfCzHU/TfWEvmF1ALI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vqUPchbDFU4/s1600/SSPX0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2tBTfCzHU/TfWEvmF1ALI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vqUPchbDFU4/s1600/SSPX0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBH6X2bwk1A/TfWEvA5NKZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WbM9Q5uj4og/s1600/SSPX0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542053443217810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBH6X2bwk1A/TfWEvA5NKZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WbM9Q5uj4og/s320/SSPX0186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBH6X2bwk1A/TfWEvA5NKZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WbM9Q5uj4og/s1600/SSPX0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBH6X2bwk1A/TfWEvA5NKZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WbM9Q5uj4og/s1600/SSPX0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlym7OVOmgU/TfWEu-nJoMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PkNx1AK2Odk/s1600/SSPX0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542052830617794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlym7OVOmgU/TfWEu-nJoMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PkNx1AK2Odk/s320/SSPX0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlym7OVOmgU/TfWEu-nJoMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PkNx1AK2Odk/s1600/SSPX0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlym7OVOmgU/TfWEu-nJoMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PkNx1AK2Odk/s1600/SSPX0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLXpDSBWibw/TfWEu55S56I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HZnsI1LQnJ8/s1600/SSPX0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542051564545954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLXpDSBWibw/TfWEu55S56I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HZnsI1LQnJ8/s320/SSPX0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLXpDSBWibw/TfWEu55S56I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HZnsI1LQnJ8/s1600/SSPX0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note on the inside reads as follows....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keepsake Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This keepsake box is a gift to you for earning the Young Women's highest award. It contains some useful symbols in its construction. The main body of the box is made from eastern sugar maple. Durring the years of it's life, it gave of its sweet sap to make maple syrup, in that time, the special curly grain pattern formed that gives the wood its beauty and warmth. This symbol should remind you that as we give of ourselves our own inner beauty grows and grows. The inlay is made from western black walnut. This is the same wood from which "The Hinckley Pulpit" in the conferance center was made. This symbol should remind you to always follow the living prophet and give heed to his words. The medallion in the center should help you to remember to keep the Savior the center of your life and make receiving the blessings of the Temple your goal. The bottom of the box is made from aromatic cedar, a wood known to keep insects and moths that corrupt from those sacred things that you'll store inside. This symbol should remind you to keep things that will be harmful to your spiritual well being out of your life. Let this small token be a reminder to you of your commitment to follow the Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations on receiving your Young Woman's Recognition award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for your kind and loving service to all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3586194584675645651?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3586194584675645651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3586194584675645651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3586194584675645651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3586194584675645651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-six-months.html' title='After Six Months'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58cYHxJ0gyg/TfWEv0FsdWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GGjqXt7Lceo/s72-c/SSPX0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7104590743548739110</id><published>2011-06-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:34:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at Landon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was texting Colton(boyfriend) and Landon was eves dropping. Then he asked....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon: Are you going on a hot date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: We're just going to get a movie from Redbox and come home and watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without missing a beat Landon says: Don't get Hello Kitty. Guys don't like that kind of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was that he said it with a completly strait face and he was totally serious!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funnyest little brother ever!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7104590743548739110?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7104590743548739110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7104590743548739110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7104590743548739110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7104590743548739110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/laughing-at-landon.html' title='Laughing at Landon'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8101042515957865623</id><published>2011-06-10T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:33:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After six months of waiting I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; getting my young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medallion&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to get it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I might be a little bit more excited to get my box!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a man in our ward who makes all of the girls who get their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medallions&lt;/span&gt; a box. It has the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medallion&lt;/span&gt; big-a-sized on the top of the box. It is all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;symbolism&lt;/span&gt;. I don't remember what all of it means. But when I get my box I'll let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt; but everyone knows who it is that makes them. We just don't talk about it. He is the sweetest man I have ever met(well except for my dad and grandpa fish). I am so excited to be one of the girls who's name goes on the plaque, and gets her box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8101042515957865623?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8101042515957865623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8101042515957865623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8101042515957865623'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3280511242712648259</id><published>2011-06-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:15:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wanna Hear a Funny Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got pulled over today. While driving Flo(the mini van). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times I've been pulled over: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason for being pulled over the first time: Expired plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason for the car not being impounded: The cop couldn't do it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason for being pulled over the second time: Expired plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason for the car not being impounded: Nice cop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny part of this story: Taylor has been driving Flo around for the past 6 months with the plates expired and wasn't pulled over. But as soon as I get behind the wheel. BAM! Cop. I think that it is a really good thing that I'm cute and innocent looking. Or that cop would have takin' my car away in a heart beat. So I take this time to thank my parents for making me cute! I love you! Thanks sooooo much!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3280511242712648259?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3280511242712648259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3280511242712648259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3280511242712648259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3280511242712648259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-wanna-hear-funny-story.html' title='You Wanna Hear a Funny Story?'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2970960291394199259</id><published>2011-06-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:50:42.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, and Why They Stink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the past 4 nights all I've been able to dream about is who the next Bells Voix(bell v-wah) president is going to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the thing.... I want to be Bells Voix president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas I have dreamt that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joni has become president. But she just graduated so she can't be president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel has become president. But he can't be president over the womens choir because he's a boy. He is also a junior this comming year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. had all of the people that he wanted to be Bells Voix president come in and aduition. I was one of those people but I was up aginst my best friend Megan and Samm Bouldrin. And I didn't even try because either one of them is clearly more suitable for the job then me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That he didn't make me president and I quit choir because of it.(which I wouldn't ever do but what an awful dream!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I wish that he would just choose a president already!!!!!!! Or kill me so I can be put out of my missery!!!!! UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2970960291394199259?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2970960291394199259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2970960291394199259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2970960291394199259'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-9105357304002103854</id><published>2011-06-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Awsome Because....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.... I can shave my legs in under 10minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I have about 50 stuffed animals. Each and every one of them has a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I use to be able to chug a pint of milk, you know the ones you got at school with your lunch, in under 3seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I have nunchuck skills, computer hacking skills, you know SKILLS! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I laugh at my own jokes, and the dumbest jokes in the world, even if I'm the only one laughing! Do you want to know one of the funnyest dumbest jokes in the whole wide world!!!! You don't have a choice I'm telling you anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did Tarzan say when he saw the elephants comming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE COME THE ELEPHANTS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT KILLS ME EVERYTIME!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO STUPID AND FUNNY AND STUPID AND TOTALLY NOT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE IT!!!!! I CAN'T HELP BUT SLAP MY KNEE AND LAUGH!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... If I go out in the sunshine for more than 10minutes I can get sunburned. You wish you carried around sunscreen in your purse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I have a dog named doofus or stu(which is short for stupid) or dummy or chicken or Bellatrix but usually the other ones. She'll answer to all of the above. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you think I'm awsome too!!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-9105357304002103854?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/9105357304002103854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=9105357304002103854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/9105357304002103854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/9105357304002103854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-im-awsome-because.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Awsome Because....'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3874552790193430993</id><published>2011-05-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:03:53.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was the last day of seminary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bitter sweet moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a testimony meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spirit was so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all of the  wonderful people in my class. They have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strengthened&lt;/span&gt; my testimony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope that there is summer seminary! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the gospel and I know it is true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3874552790193430993?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3874552790193430993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3874552790193430993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3874552790193430993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3874552790193430993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5615740032596327771</id><published>2011-05-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Said loud and proud."Have no fear! My dirty underwear is not near!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5615740032596327771?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5615740032596327771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=5615740032596327771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5615740032596327771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5615740032596327771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/05/taste-of-taylor.html' title='A Taste of Taylor'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4903438570906081234</id><published>2011-05-05T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wish You Were in My Seminary Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always feel the spirit in seminary but none as strong as what I felt today. I don't even know how to describe it. It was an overwhelming feeling of peace and love and everything good in this world. It was sugar and spice and everything nice. It was..... Marvelous. Wonderful. Amazing. Spectacular. Incredible. Lovely. It was a 'just try' moment. I don't know how else to explain it. But you all wish you were in my seminary class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4903438570906081234?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4903438570906081234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4903438570906081234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4903438570906081234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4903438570906081234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-wish-you-were-in-my-seminary-class.html' title='You Wish You Were in My Seminary Class'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3546683469398621748</id><published>2011-05-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a friend named Joni. She is in my early morning seminary class. She has a very strong testimony, and she is not afraid to share it with the world. She has always been very nice to me, and even when I'm looking ugly and feeling gross she tells me that I am beautiful! She is one of the reasons I go to seminary every morning. Whenever I'm not there, the next time I am there she tells me how much she missed me and how she couldn't wait to see my smiling face again. Joni gives me self esteem, she gives everyone self esteem. She is beautiful and wonderful and she strengthens my testimony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Joni, Thank you so much for sharing your testimony with me, it has strengthend my testimony. Thank you for being kind to me and for always telling me how much you love me. I will never forget you and the wonderful impression you have left on my heart. Thanks for everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Ashtyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3546683469398621748?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3546683469398621748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3546683469398621748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3546683469398621748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3546683469398621748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/05/joni.html' title='Joni'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6910463864163832658</id><published>2011-05-02T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T06:51:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I walked outside this morning and it smelled like SPRING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you think of anything more lovely in this world?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are tulips everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is shining the tank is clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trees are (as my mom would say) "decidedly green".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grass needs to be mowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are ugly dandy lions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds singing when you go outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only 7:45 and it's 43* outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do is smile! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6910463864163832658?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6910463864163832658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6910463864163832658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6910463864163832658'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2418859286981428014</id><published>2011-04-29T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to see Phantom of the Opera in Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was at a hotel that I can't spell so.... I won't even try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an amazing show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went into a casino for the very first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It smelled bad. I wouldn't go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601063596331489506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSZtEpnKYGE/Tbr5qke12OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NGXyLwwAsV4/s320/DSC05959.JPG" /&gt;Proof that my parents came on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yt5tladwYyI/Tbr5qFwIQeI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m5Wcdr_CM1Q/s1600/DSC05961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601063588082500066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yt5tladwYyI/Tbr5qFwIQeI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m5Wcdr_CM1Q/s320/DSC05961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTfXO30ZMMY/Tbr5p3GhSpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vn-MrTTTG3s/s1600/DSC05962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601063584149883538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTfXO30ZMMY/Tbr5p3GhSpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vn-MrTTTG3s/s320/DSC05962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise doing Kaitlyn's hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their bus didn't have outlets like ours did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-og21ffe7Od8/Tbr5pvlpA7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/jakRUM5gLt4/s1600/DSC05963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601063582132929458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-og21ffe7Od8/Tbr5pvlpA7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/jakRUM5gLt4/s320/DSC05963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tia's happy to be out of the bus.... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8y4QwafWynw/Tbr5GZG85sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8ad76z5HTQI/s1600/DSC05964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062974803207874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8y4QwafWynw/Tbr5GZG85sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8ad76z5HTQI/s320/DSC05964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our group was way to big to get it in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Qh392sccY/Tbr5GLezZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/yDKsw5iU2jI/s1600/DSC05978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062971145152466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Qh392sccY/Tbr5GLezZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/yDKsw5iU2jI/s320/DSC05978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise, Breezie, Tia, Kaitlyn, and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a waterfall in the hotel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MasqtsgEoH8/Tbr5FhI0_2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ellwnZyUCm8/s1600/DSC05980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062959778692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MasqtsgEoH8/Tbr5FhI0_2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ellwnZyUCm8/s320/DSC05980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh. How adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtkCFZrLbE/Tbr5FXx89TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mapxjW1egck/s1600/DSC05981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062957266826546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtkCFZrLbE/Tbr5FXx89TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mapxjW1egck/s320/DSC05981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking in heals hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2418859286981428014?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2418859286981428014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2418859286981428014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2418859286981428014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2418859286981428014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/choir-tour-phantom-of-opera.html' title='Choir Tour/ Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSZtEpnKYGE/Tbr5qke12OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NGXyLwwAsV4/s72-c/DSC05959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5112646501472637079</id><published>2011-04-29T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:04:08.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ Dinner Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our dinner cruise was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had taco's and they were way good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a lot of dancing and laughing and talking and just chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059346073598194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpvfsBIcFR8/Tbr1zLCZOPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RrNVSSSxPkA/s320/DSC05927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This sadly was not our cruise ship. But it is the Disney cruise liner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-rOSi3lnL0/Tbr1y-_3JfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/w0x0D3g9byE/s1600/DSC05929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059342841751026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-rOSi3lnL0/Tbr1y-_3JfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/w0x0D3g9byE/s320/DSC05929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went into a beautiful harbor and there was standing a lighthouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was Marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM4UhvM7t6c/Tbr1yl7QVmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f-OywUHxSvs/s1600/DSC05936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059336111543906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM4UhvM7t6c/Tbr1yl7QVmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f-OywUHxSvs/s320/DSC05936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn was having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwZxXci1eHE/Tbr1Ngfu4bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UcOaoLPXUl8/s1600/DSC05940.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058691153702626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwIMLbKHfI0/Tbr1NDRUruI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LivmSJaNobw/s320/DSC05940.JPG" /&gt;Dad was showing Spencer how to give a proper massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl is Taylor. She loved being the example!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad ended up giving massages to 5 or 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058686828530418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufWxHH84CKU/Tbr1MzKHyvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HMsF3y1v3YM/s320/DSC05942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058679006953234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcUvhUXqwJM/Tbr1MWBT_xI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xW-2onQI0qs/s320/DSC05949.JPG" /&gt;Dylan Johnson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't he look fabulous in purple?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058183690785890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-or1bOkOboEg/Tbr0vg0vFGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pvVKbsdRltA/s320/DSC05944.JPG" /&gt;Renae Rowley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and that's Carly and Nick looking at Carly's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058183121694738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNQaG3iB82k/Tbr0vetDcBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Bon41FRQq6Y/s320/DSC05947.JPG" /&gt;Jeanann Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has the best shoes ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To bad there not in this picture huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058176860289042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c11ftVHM-Z8/Tbr0vHYN-BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GhyyK0owxRE/s320/DSC05948.JPG" /&gt;Colton Plouzek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so tall it looks like his head is touching the celing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It almost was.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058171799655426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ng_yqejDcw/Tbr0u0hq1AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5PK0KvDXMrE/s320/DSC05950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charrissa Campbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's beautiful. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057594524535042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i8GH7y_CzWo/Tbr0NOAjiQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1TjDLqAFzlA/s320/DSC05952.JPG" /&gt;THE BIG CRANES THAT MOVE THE BIG BOXES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW COOL RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057588475585010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqBql1xk3BU/Tbr0M3eX4fI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3A4b67O2_S8/s320/DSC05956.JPG" /&gt;Spencer Weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's one of the sillyest boys I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057578944603442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfKrZBA_kgE/Tbr0MT-ApTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fr0pW0TdC78/s320/DSC05958.JPG" /&gt;Kaitlyn and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057577035464946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc63Gpqpz-c/Tbr0MM21gPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HQCiy0_UlpU/s320/DSC05925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5112646501472637079?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5112646501472637079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=5112646501472637079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5112646501472637079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5112646501472637079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/choir-tour-dinner-cruise.html' title='Choir Tour/ Dinner Cruise'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpvfsBIcFR8/Tbr1zLCZOPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RrNVSSSxPkA/s72-c/DSC05927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6220069989566268603</id><published>2011-04-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:20:53.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ Crystal Cathedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Crystel Cathedral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a beautiful work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could feel the spirit when you were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054976680738802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZjFxyRXcVU/Tbrx01x9P_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/GLSyeaMo37E/s320/DSC05892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiHiEWilULk/Tbrx0prdYuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FOgDS2J33PY/s1600/DSC05893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054973432259298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiHiEWilULk/Tbrx0prdYuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FOgDS2J33PY/s320/DSC05893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_N4fHgj8eE/Tbrx0Ax8o6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Oku6aA_eE3Y/s1600/DSC05894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054962453619618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_N4fHgj8eE/Tbrx0Ax8o6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Oku6aA_eE3Y/s320/DSC05894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOfdpA-xUZ8/TbrxzwH2EGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZqgbpuxwnkE/s1600/DSC05895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054957982060642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOfdpA-xUZ8/TbrxzwH2EGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZqgbpuxwnkE/s320/DSC05895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9rvkh1nKA/TbrxQAwaK6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/0mfkI2F8jIs/s1600/DSC05897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054343971875746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9rvkh1nKA/TbrxQAwaK6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/0mfkI2F8jIs/s320/DSC05897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e38x3myWTNQ/TbrxP0s8_GI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YtE4uL0niDY/s1600/DSC05898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054340736154722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e38x3myWTNQ/TbrxP0s8_GI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YtE4uL0niDY/s320/DSC05898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Concert Choir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sang one of our concert pieces called, I Am Not Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGG3cLT8DjY/TbrxPcQ-SNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WtxCXle9wvM/s1600/DSC05915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054334176348370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGG3cLT8DjY/TbrxPcQ-SNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WtxCXle9wvM/s320/DSC05915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Madrigals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They also sang one of their concert pieces, I don't know what it's called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apyjZCr1-JU/TbrxPHoO_qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iaAnvMC1Pf8/s1600/DSC05907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054328636767906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apyjZCr1-JU/TbrxPHoO_qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iaAnvMC1Pf8/s320/DSC05907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6220069989566268603?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6220069989566268603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6220069989566268603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6220069989566268603'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZjFxyRXcVU/Tbrx01x9P_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/GLSyeaMo37E/s72-c/DSC05892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8144138545114301724</id><published>2011-04-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ Sleepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone on our bus did quite a lot of sleeping. Including me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But these were some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051422226788722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PE9fTTQvHcQ/Tbrul8aGMXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uHKMcjDXpwc/s320/DSC05890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin Folton. He slept this way on almost all of the bus rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnDCFzIt94o/TbrulavB8-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/G8MU0Ef1v_Y/s1600/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051413187785698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnDCFzIt94o/TbrulavB8-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/G8MU0Ef1v_Y/s320/DSC05889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charrissa Campbell and Katie Abbott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charrissa's head was forward and all of her beautiful red hair was in her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie Abbott looks just like her dad but sept fer with long hair and purple sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOoiht9lIf4/TbrulKeM-kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yWs5L-IIs90/s1600/DSC05888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051408822237762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOoiht9lIf4/TbrulKeM-kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yWs5L-IIs90/s320/DSC05888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most favorite of all!!! My big brother Taylor and his girlfriend Lindsey Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aahhhh. How cute is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eHw4qcRy64/Tbrukj1MiSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r0uwOQ_JWOM/s1600/DSC05886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051398449695010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eHw4qcRy64/Tbrukj1MiSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r0uwOQ_JWOM/s320/DSC05886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton Plouzek. He is one of the tallest people I know and he just looked so funny squished up on those two seats. It was the only way he fit. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&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/5917295402340866944-8144138545114301724?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8144138545114301724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8144138545114301724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8144138545114301724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8144138545114301724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/choir-tour-sleepers.html' title='Choir Tour/ Sleepers'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PE9fTTQvHcQ/Tbrul8aGMXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uHKMcjDXpwc/s72-c/DSC05890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6391695084772443873</id><published>2011-04-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:57:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ HOLLYWOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLYWOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601047534881428562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZqa8jBurYk/TbrrDq6vVFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KyY78Lam16c/s320/DSC05850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My room mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(left to right: Breezie, Tia, Denise, Kaitlyn, Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601047242453215874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGKrwy7i7l0/Tbrqypia6oI/AAAAAAAAATo/y18tWO7SPxk/s320/DSC05855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk of Fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chLbD-m0Woo/TbrqyOyDyRI/AAAAAAAAATg/oQFtVQ3tils/s1600/DSC05859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601047235271051538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chLbD-m0Woo/TbrqyOyDyRI/AAAAAAAAATg/oQFtVQ3tils/s320/DSC05859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifPpju7vB9o/TbrqVGcUt9I/AAAAAAAAATY/xN9vBZ24NAU/s1600/DSC05861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601046734816196562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifPpju7vB9o/TbrqVGcUt9I/AAAAAAAAATY/xN9vBZ24NAU/s320/DSC05861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't remember what this is called but it's where all the hand prints and foot prints are! They had Donald Duck's there too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr9ZEeZ8kWo/TbrqU9vaCBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/U8O9XQXXbnU/s1600/DSC05862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601046732480317458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr9ZEeZ8kWo/TbrqU9vaCBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/U8O9XQXXbnU/s320/DSC05862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The manican was broken and the nice store lady let us take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQLU8Z5HKCo/TbrqUvI6QzI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ig81jHTk0Zg/s1600/DSC05870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601046728560755506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQLU8Z5HKCo/TbrqUvI6QzI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ig81jHTk0Zg/s320/DSC05870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise and Breezie on the cute little horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_yrCGamfmM/TbrqUH70_CI/AAAAAAAAATA/JR_otbAbJxI/s1600/DSC05874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601046718036900898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_yrCGamfmM/TbrqUH70_CI/AAAAAAAAATA/JR_otbAbJxI/s320/DSC05874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaitlyn and I on the cute little horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_spGkiJCVy8/TbrpZslH7sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ERyoqQ79HXY/s1600/DSC05876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601045714261503682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_spGkiJCVy8/TbrpZslH7sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ERyoqQ79HXY/s320/DSC05876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw these sunglasses and I thought they were really funny looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I look at them I sorta like em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62Sm6yjm5mw/TbrpZTToICI/AAAAAAAAASw/Uw5b5YoJXIA/s1600/DSC05877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601045707477229602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62Sm6yjm5mw/TbrpZTToICI/AAAAAAAAASw/Uw5b5YoJXIA/s320/DSC05877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise has the best sense of humor ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She would fit in great with my moms side of the family! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2D5j_SHR1I/TbrpZBvSgqI/AAAAAAAAASo/KCgxCv5LqeA/s1600/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601045702761415330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2D5j_SHR1I/TbrpZBvSgqI/AAAAAAAAASo/KCgxCv5LqeA/s320/DSC05878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pink funiture! How can you pass that up?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stool that Breezie is sitting on was Bedazled with rinestones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DFNDBv0TxI/TbrpYrcyVCI/AAAAAAAAASg/dCWlzaCsGnU/s1600/DSC05879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601045696778228770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DFNDBv0TxI/TbrpYrcyVCI/AAAAAAAAASg/dCWlzaCsGnU/s320/DSC05879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tia, Denise, and the most creepy manican EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t8CU2V3--0/TbrokOXNSbI/AAAAAAAAASY/KyQTT8ZoH1Q/s1600/DSC05880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601044795617003954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t8CU2V3--0/TbrokOXNSbI/AAAAAAAAASY/KyQTT8ZoH1Q/s320/DSC05880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breezie looks awsome in that hat! Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnM_MbKhJlA/TbrojxZYhOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6ss2WeIU-7Y/s1600/DSC05882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601044787841500386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnM_MbKhJlA/TbrojxZYhOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6ss2WeIU-7Y/s320/DSC05882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We needed a picture with Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVF6qBh72TI/TbrojbudvcI/AAAAAAAAASI/BAjqX9CGZjs/s1600/DSC05884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601044782024342978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVF6qBh72TI/TbrojbudvcI/AAAAAAAAASI/BAjqX9CGZjs/s320/DSC05884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom got a picture with Tom Cruise! It made her happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRPyTU3Dphw/Tbroi1SHiDI/AAAAAAAAASA/3x4a0xuaE_k/s1600/DSC05885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601044771704899634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRPyTU3Dphw/Tbroi1SHiDI/AAAAAAAAASA/3x4a0xuaE_k/s320/DSC05885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over all Hollywood was sorta gross and it stunk and there were a lot of really weird people. But it was fun to go and now I can say that I have seen the hollywood sign in person! And mom can say she got a picture with Tom Cruise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6391695084772443873?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6391695084772443873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6391695084772443873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6391695084772443873'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZqa8jBurYk/TbrrDq6vVFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KyY78Lam16c/s72-c/DSC05850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6431288872573835311</id><published>2011-04-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:29:55.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour/ Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone is excited to be going to DISNEYLAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYdr94SqqvU/TbrlUJ8U3lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ip5fQFRsBmo/s1600/DSC05799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601041221017722450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYdr94SqqvU/TbrlUJ8U3lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ip5fQFRsBmo/s320/DSC05799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Kaitlyn and her little kiddie sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIEi4GyO0QQ/TbrlHRPPlyI/AAAAAAAAARo/6ut9l7QTE8E/s1600/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040999637817122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIEi4GyO0QQ/TbrlHRPPlyI/AAAAAAAAARo/6ut9l7QTE8E/s320/DSC05801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan pulling a funny face cause WE ARE GIONG TO DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chiWj6E4ePw/TbrlHKiUJkI/AAAAAAAAARg/EroNJaJt73g/s1600/DSC05802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040997838759490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chiWj6E4ePw/TbrlHKiUJkI/AAAAAAAAARg/EroNJaJt73g/s320/DSC05802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first sighting of mickey mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waoyP2i-4Jc/TbrkzaI6CfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KXxbiqhwWi4/s1600/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040658429774322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waoyP2i-4Jc/TbrkzaI6CfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KXxbiqhwWi4/s320/DSC05805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gates. WE WANT IN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOgIKw9AUZU/TbrkzOqpiRI/AAAAAAAAARI/A2ZpRt9DnZY/s1600/DSC05806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040655350073618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOgIKw9AUZU/TbrkzOqpiRI/AAAAAAAAARI/A2ZpRt9DnZY/s320/DSC05806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVl8LfWaTQ/TbrkclDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/afb_IAPIPmM/s1600/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say CHEESE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BZi5kfS2fs/Tbrkz6pzhZI/AAAAAAAAARY/M5_DVjPL8f4/s1600/DSC05804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040667157693842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BZi5kfS2fs/Tbrkz6pzhZI/AAAAAAAAARY/M5_DVjPL8f4/s320/DSC05804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the memories begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYp3zOucSNc/Tbrkd6FcPwI/AAAAAAAAARA/MTcQbHO8PTo/s1600/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040289048051458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYp3zOucSNc/Tbrkd6FcPwI/AAAAAAAAARA/MTcQbHO8PTo/s320/DSC05810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down mainstreet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyBMFaa2Ups/TbrkdWW3-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DSTmSN8ylW4/s1600/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040279457495970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyBMFaa2Ups/TbrkdWW3-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DSTmSN8ylW4/s320/DSC05809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyBMFaa2Ups/TbrkdWW3-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DSTmSN8ylW4/s1600/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyBMFaa2Ups/TbrkdWW3-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DSTmSN8ylW4/s1600/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyBMFaa2Ups/TbrkdWW3-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DSTmSN8ylW4/s1600/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipping down mainstreet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_RIARztOUA/Tbrkc2n3CdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-bm7X4wZ7RA/s1600/DSC05811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040270938802642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_RIARztOUA/Tbrkc2n3CdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-bm7X4wZ7RA/s320/DSC05811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indiana Jones here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVl8LfWaTQ/TbrkclDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/afb_IAPIPmM/s1600/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601040266221548722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVl8LfWaTQ/TbrkclDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/afb_IAPIPmM/s320/DSC05815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our group(I'm in there to.... you just can't see me....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the camera died. Bummer right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVl8LfWaTQ/TbrkclDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/afb_IAPIPmM/s1600/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6431288872573835311?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6431288872573835311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6431288872573835311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6431288872573835311'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYdr94SqqvU/TbrlUJ8U3lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ip5fQFRsBmo/s72-c/DSC05799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3570939097203895684</id><published>2011-04-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Bella's Most Favorite Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella LOVES bananas!!! I, however, do not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They smell bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have a weird texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have a strange taste that over powers all other tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They smell bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over all not the best fruit in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad always tells me I should eat more bananas because they're good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite the fact that I hate them I know my dad is right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So everytime someone buys bananas I secretly eat one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601027578433891202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXx2xEMxRRk/TbrY6DW364I/AAAAAAAAAQY/LjOUsOlnDVw/s320/DSC06051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at this picture.... Okay you can laugh but you can not comment on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's morning, I haven't even showered yet(that's next on my list though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate a banana.... the strange thing about this banana though is that I didn't cringe when I bit into it. It didn't taste bad(it also didn't taste good) but I guess it has become an aquired taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601027572784954962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqqmEDSX1Ps/TbrY5uUD_lI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Op750bZIrmg/s320/DSC06053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate that whole banana(except for the two bites I gave to Bella) all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was a big banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601032359029183218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seU3tzF7xqE/TbrdQUdnEvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Obg498YuvDI/s320/DSC06054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3570939097203895684?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3570939097203895684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3570939097203895684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3570939097203895684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3570939097203895684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-of-bellas-most-favorite-treats.html' title='One of Bella&apos;s Most Favorite Treats'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXx2xEMxRRk/TbrY6DW364I/AAAAAAAAAQY/LjOUsOlnDVw/s72-c/DSC06051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2077047035968887581</id><published>2011-04-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Whitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dr. Whitt really is my friend. I know what you're thinking Dr. and friend is an oxymoron.... But if you have met my Dr. you wouldn't think so. I think we are such good friends because I have single handedly kept him in business. I went to see him today. I went all by myself and I wasn't even scared. I was sitting in the waiting room watching the lady clean the fish tank. He came out to fetch some snacks from a secret cubbord FULL of snacks! HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A SNACK CUBBORD!?!?! He looked at me and waved and said "Hi Ashtyn." And I'm pretty sure I could here him rolling his eyes and saying in his head "Oh no it's her again." Not long after I was put into Exam Room 4(mom that's the one with Mickey mouse driving the train.) Not to long after that he came in. He always makes stupid jokes and me being me I find them HILARIOUS! So we talk and we laugh and then he says Dr. stuff and then dumbs it down for me to understand. This time he said(in dumbed down form)"Well I'm rather positive you have Whooping cough. We'll have the nurses come in and collect some boogers to make sure, but here's the perscription and you're not allowed to go to school or anywhere else for the next 5 days. I'll see you soon." Did you know that of all of the tests I have had the booger one is the absolute worst!!! UGGG! at least this time the boogers came out. TMI. Sorry. So Dr. Whitt is my friend. It's the nurses who are the mean ones.(but then they give you suckers and it makes up for all the bad! (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2077047035968887581?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2077047035968887581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2077047035968887581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2077047035968887581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2077047035968887581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/dr-whitt.html' title='Dr. Whitt'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4182871371780098804</id><published>2011-04-21T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Board to Oblivian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all I know I spell things wrong I blame that on my dad. So no poking fun at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second I am so board I could die and that would be more interseting than what I'm doing.... Just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and 10, got in the shower, did my hair, did my makeup, texed my bestest friend, then you know what I did?! YOU WILL SERIOUSLY N-E-V-E-R GUESS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went through all of my clothes and put the stuff I no longer want or wear into two garbage bags. Then I organized everthing that was left. AND THEN..... AND THEN! I MADE MY BED!!!! Can you believe that?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that for some of you making your bed is part of your daily routine but it is most definatly NOT part of my routine!!! I never understood makeing my bed cause durring the day I want to cuddle with jack(my blankie, again no making fun) out on the couch and then when I put him away I would have to make my bed again.... and if I don't cuddle with him.... why should I make my bed if I just going to mess it up later that night?!?! Making a bed has always been one of those things that is just beyond me. It is a silly invention and I will never, well mostly never, do it. So there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the rest of TRON! Which is an awsome movie by the by! And now I've run out of things to do.... I could do the dishes.... and I probably will, but I already made my bed! UGGGG!!! Home is boring when you're the only one home.... just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4182871371780098804?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4182871371780098804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4182871371780098804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4182871371780098804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4182871371780098804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/board-to-oblivian.html' title='Board to Oblivian'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-56848766353163395</id><published>2011-04-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:50:36.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun on choir tour!!! I made some new friends.... found myself.... and even got a C.T.R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room mates weren't as bad as I thought they were going to be. They all love my mom and said that they might even come over to hang out, but only if my mom was there, just kidding. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disneyland really is the happiest place on earth. I want to go back!(Please mom?!?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won everything there was to win(and more!) at compitition! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night we went on the dinner cruise we got back to the hotel early(9:30ish) and so I went with Kaitlyn and Tia down to Andrew and Tate's room. We did a lot of laughing! They are really funny sophmores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn put hair flare in my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom bought all us girls I &amp;lt;3 LA shirts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad gave almost everyone massages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DeHaan got grossed out by dad's toe shoes!(hahaha! It's pretty funny! (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn's mom bought me the best gluten free cookies in the whole world! They taste just like gingersnaps!!! You can't get better than that!!(Thanks Wendy!) She also made me rice crispies!!! Yumm!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Megan and Kaitlyn to go on Space Mountin!!!(I sorta forced them but they had fun so.... can't complain right?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode it's a small world twice.... once because you can't go to Disneyland and not ride it's a small world and another time so we could take our shoes off and just sit, without dying of heat stroke!(Kaitlyn slept for the 15minutes we were in there. tee hee (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a TON of shopping! Kaitlyn is the shopping QUEEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the coolest boondoggle thing EVER!!! My friend Colton taught me how to make it! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part of all is that it was like 90* the WHOLE time!!! How heavenly!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-56848766353163395?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/56848766353163395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/56848766353163395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/56848766353163395'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1623288921707460089</id><published>2011-04-12T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:41:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my new favorite way to do my hair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594722250228921698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBY7VkO74xg/TaRyPpXedWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AFp3uN4jGVQ/s320/DSC05792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks mom for keeping your hot rollers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They make me look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMOKEN&lt;/span&gt; HOT!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bow Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1623288921707460089?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1623288921707460089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1623288921707460089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1623288921707460089'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBY7VkO74xg/TaRyPpXedWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AFp3uN4jGVQ/s72-c/DSC05792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3271872731917762847</id><published>2011-04-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:54:04.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud To Be A Disney Slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am going to Disneyland this Thursday!!!!! My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; and I can't stop talking about it!!!! We call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; Disney sluts!!! My phone charm is Eeyore. My phone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt; is Mickey Mouse. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ring tone&lt;/span&gt; is Beauty and the Beast. At present moment I am wearing a Chip and Dale sweater. I watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt; 3 times on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. And last night I had a dream that I was Belle. I don't think you can get more Disney &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sluttish&lt;/span&gt; than that. (: I can honestly say that I am proud to be a Disney Slut!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3271872731917762847?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3271872731917762847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3271872731917762847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3271872731917762847'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5873060590902788000</id><published>2011-04-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:18:18.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Always Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You can always tell if Taylor is the last one who was in a room. Wanna know why?.... Well I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; tell you anyway.... He leaves the lights on. Every morning I turn off his bedroom light and the bathroom light.... I'm not sure I understand why it is so hard for him to turn the lights off.... But I think it's a little funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quirk&lt;/span&gt; that makes my big brother my big brother. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5873060590902788000?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5873060590902788000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=5873060590902788000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5873060590902788000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5873060590902788000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-can-always-tell.html' title='You Can Always Tell'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7413055226973452060</id><published>2011-04-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:19:53.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Go Ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1)There is this boy named Steve. I drive him to seminary. He is a year older than me but he's not allowed to get a drivers licence cause he's color blind. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; green and red messed up all the time and those are two colors you need to know when you are driving. I was thinking about it and wondered if people who are color blind are actually color blind.... Like maybe it's the rest of us who are the color blind ones.... Does that make any sense at all? Because if you think about it I'm the normal one, because I'm lactose incapable, and everyone else is mutated their bodies so they are able to have lactose.(This is true, and it is not the science according to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashtyn&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Why do we hear ourselves differently than other people hear us? I want everyone else to hear me the way I hear me I like "my" voice better than what everyone else hears. When I hear my self on a video I sound like a child..... I don't want to sound like a little kid my whole life!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3)Why do some men shave their legs?.... I don't think I will ever get that one..... nor will I even attempt to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Why did I reach the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; of 5'2 in 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and now I'm in 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and I'm still only 5'3 okay 5'2 and 3/4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt;. What's up with that?! I am very bothered by this..... I don't think I'm ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; get over it.... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7413055226973452060?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7413055226973452060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7413055226973452060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7413055226973452060'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7384875746138586562</id><published>2011-04-09T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:39:44.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I was asked to talk in church on sunday. On one of the general conferance talks. I am not a huge fan of talking in church but I do it cause I know I'll get blessings if I do. I think that makes me a little bit selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7384875746138586562?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7384875746138586562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7384875746138586562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7384875746138586562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7384875746138586562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-bit-selfish.html' title='A Little Bit Selfish'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3587537602807848735</id><published>2011-04-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:18:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blew Them Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday were Madrigal tryouts. I had been on the fence about trying out because I wasn't sure if I was going to go to school next year or not. I've been praying about it and I feel like I should go.... So I tried out. Monday was the day I decided that I was going to tryout so I called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend Brittany(Briana's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt;) and asked her to help me find a song for tryouts. She came over with all of her song books in tow and gave me suggestions. I decided to go with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Astonishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Little Women the Musical&lt;/em&gt;. I just sang the last minute and a half. Britt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recorded&lt;/span&gt; it for me so I could sing along to the piano without having to find someone to play for me. I practiced all week long. Britt came over Friday after choir class so she could help me fix anything that needed fixing. I sang it for her.... When it was over she turned around with her jaw on the ground. She said this "I didn't know you could sing like that. That was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; GREAT!!! I don't even have anything for you to fix." She asked me to sing through it again and then she gave me a few pointers on how to impress D.(Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dehaan&lt;/span&gt;) and then she left. I was feeling pretty confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to the school right on time. He had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soph's.&lt;/span&gt; sing their songs first then all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jr's&lt;/span&gt;.(He doesn't put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soph's&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mads&lt;/span&gt;.) He mixed the papers up so we would sing at random. I was in the middle. I had been so nervous all week and when one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soph's&lt;/span&gt;. sang her whole face was shaking and it got me scared so I said a prayer that I would be able to sing the song the way Britt had heard me sing it. Then I sang my little heart out! I belted that song like there was no tomorrow. When I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; I looked at D. and his face said it all. No one knew I could sing like that. I didn't even know I could sing like that. I went to get my music from D. and he told me that I had done a fantastic job. Now if you knew D. you would know that he doesn't give compliments lightly. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; he hardly ever gives a compliment to anyone. It made me so happy to hear that. It put self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; in my self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; box. I blew everyone away!!! I got so many compliments and it made me feel so good. But the best one of all was from my big brother who said "How long have you been able to sing like that?" I replied with "A while." He said "How come I didn't know you could sing like that?" Me "I don't know." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; " You did beyond belief!!!" Then he gave me a great big hug. Oh how I love my big brother. I am so blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3587537602807848735?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3587537602807848735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3587537602807848735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3587537602807848735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3587537602807848735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/blew-them-away.html' title='Blew Them Away!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4425475231129777052</id><published>2011-04-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:06:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On my way to the school yesterday for choir I was pulled over.... I was scared out of my wits. I was going over everything I had done in the last 5 minutes. I had not done anything wrong.... He came to my window and the told me to roll it down(side note- The drivers side window in Buzz doesn't roll down.) So I opened the door. He asked me for my licence(side note- Yeah I have one of those!!! (:) I gave it to him. He went back to his car and he sat there for what seemed like EVER!!! I was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking. When he came back he told me that he had pulled me over cause the registration was expired.(side note-Ask me how I feel about that.... "Not happy Bob, Not happy") I signed a paper that said I would get it fixed and then I was on my way. I got to school late.... That always makes Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeHaan&lt;/span&gt; very happy.... NOT! The day can't get any worse right?.... After choir I went outside to my car and it was raining. (side note- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, but my lips hurt real bad.) We might be able to call this a Awful Horrible No Good Dirty Rotten Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4425475231129777052?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4425475231129777052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4425475231129777052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4425475231129777052'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2663281992358801042</id><published>2011-03-04T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:36:36.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da Day! (:</title><content type='html'>"Now that's the knid of day, when you can't open your mouth with out a song jumpin' right out of it! ZZZip-a-Dee-Doo-Da  Zip-a-Dee-Ay! My oh my what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine headin' my way! Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da Zip-a-Dee-Ay! Mr. Blue birds on my shoulder! It is the truth! It's actual! Everything is satifactch'll! Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da Zip-a-Dee-Ay! Wonderful feelin'! Feelin' this way!! Yes Sir'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a WOPPING 43* outside today!!! Perfect swinging weather!!! There are no coulds in the sky just the big bright yellow sun!!! How Spectacular is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybuddie's got a laughin' place a laughin' place to go-o-o! Take a frown turn it upside down and you'll find yours we know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day this day is turring out to be!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2663281992358801042?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2663281992358801042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2663281992358801042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2663281992358801042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2663281992358801042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-zip-dee-doo-da-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da Day! (:'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3777669792798075633</id><published>2011-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:15:35.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE QUIET!!!</title><content type='html'>I turn on music anytime I can and my family hates it! My sister calls me a music slut because of it. What they don't know is that I hate when it's quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm scared of silence.... Is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;?.... I don't know why I'm scarred of it but I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is empty right now.... Bells doesn't even have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decency&lt;/span&gt; to bark or something. So I'm listening to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;.... It makes me feel better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3777669792798075633?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3777669792798075633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3777669792798075633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3777669792798075633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3777669792798075633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-quiet.html' title='I HATE THE QUIET!!!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7761561774938073601</id><published>2011-02-24T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:11:40.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Mama</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; my Personal Progress. I told my mama that it would be so super cool if she could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; done and then we could get our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Medallions&lt;/span&gt; together. She has been working tirelessly since then to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her projects is making baby blankets to give to the hospital so they can give them to the parents who have lost their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to participate because it is a wonderful cause and because I wanted to support my mama in her efforts to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; her personal progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crocheting a baby blanket. It is not the most beautiful blanket in the world and it looks nothing like the ones my mama has made. But.... it is made with love. Love for my Mama and all the thought and effort she has put into this project.  And love for all the parents who have lost their sweet little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama teaches by example.... She has taught me many things in my life. And now she is teaching me, and everyone else around her, how to love all of Heavenly Father's children. We already know that we should love them, but by taking some time out of your busy schedual to make a baby blanket for those who have lost some one so precious to their hearts, that is how we show that we do love them and think about them and care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who will get my crudely made blanket, but I do know that whoever gets it will know that I made it with all the love in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things I know to be true. I know cause my mama taught me so. She is the most WONDERFUL Mama anyone could ask for! I am grateful for her and all that she teaches me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you Mama!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sassy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7761561774938073601?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7761561774938073601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7761561774938073601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7761561774938073601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7761561774938073601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonderful-mama.html' title='Wonderful Mama'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-9160989169891488990</id><published>2011-02-07T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:54:20.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Valentines-Day (:</title><content type='html'>My Bestest Friend and I are have an Un-Valentines-Day (: party/"date" this comming Friday. Because she can't do it on Saterday which is the day of the Sweethearts dance at school. She isn't old enough to go and I don't have enough money to go. All of our other friends are going though so it will just be the two of us at this party(three is a crowed right?). We decided that the theme will be DISNEY and we could watch all sorts of disney movies. She suggested this list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;2: Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;3: The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;4: Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;5: Phocohontas&lt;br /&gt;6: Lion King&lt;br /&gt;7: Tangled&lt;br /&gt;8: Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;9: Snow White&lt;br /&gt;10: Fox and the Hound&lt;br /&gt;11: Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;12: Hercules&lt;br /&gt;13: Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;14: Anastasia&lt;br /&gt;15: Lady and the Tramp&lt;br /&gt;16: Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so excited because we owned all of these movies except Peter Pan!!!! And then I remember the tragity that occured this summer..... It includes my mom throwing all of our VHS's away!!!! We all constantly remind her of this because now instead of having all of these movies we have 4 of them. ONLY FOUR!!!!! How heart CRUSHING(because on BONES it says that the heart is a muscle and therefore can not be broken only crushed.) is that!!!! So I don't know what we will do. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-9160989169891488990?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/9160989169891488990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=9160989169891488990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/9160989169891488990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/9160989169891488990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/02/un-valentines-day.html' title='Un-Valentines-Day (:'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4863217173861746364</id><published>2011-02-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:35:03.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have a very Cute Superman Wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571108561534259250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TVCNuD9jEDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Tk_gNhyyT6w/s320/DSC05485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And latley it has been very empty looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But not today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because on Saterday I was paid for my babysitting services.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which means there are DOLLARS in my Cute Superman Wallet!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And today I got a letter in the mail from the Utah Department of Public Saftey Driver Licence Division.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which means I have a Utah Driver Certificate or Identification Card in my Cute Superman Wallet!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which means I HAVE A DRIVERS LICENCE!!!!! In my Cute Superman Wallet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WOOT!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YEA ME!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4863217173861746364?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4863217173861746364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4863217173861746364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4863217173861746364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4863217173861746364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/02/full-wallet.html' title='A Full Wallet'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TVCNuD9jEDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Tk_gNhyyT6w/s72-c/DSC05485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8042832141819643071</id><published>2011-01-25T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:14:50.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Great Day!</title><content type='html'>Last night I didn't sleep.... at all.... I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt; in bed all night. So when mom got us up for a dentist &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; at 4:30 I was excited. Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;We got to the dentists and his computers had crashed so no X-rays or anything of the sort.... so we left with out anything happening, we'll just have to go back another day. Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;We got home and I did my hair and it looks adorable! Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;Went to seminary and had a fantastic lesson. Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;Mom picked me up and we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DLD&lt;/span&gt;(drivers licence division) and we were the only ones there. they called our number before I was done taking my picture. I GOT MY DRIVERS LICENCE!!!!!! Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;I took mom to work and by the time we got to her work it was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BLIZZARD outside&lt;/span&gt;!!! We slid and everything I was a little scared but we made it thorough. So I stayed with mom until the storm passed over. Have I ever mentioned how much I love my mom! Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;I drove home all by myself and I didn't crash and I didn't get lost. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;HOORAY&lt;/span&gt; for me!!!! Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; and I went to her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaryKay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consultants&lt;/span&gt; house and got facials and we look BEAUTIFUL!!!! Pretty great day!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm tired and I still don't feel well today has been a pretty great day! You know what? It is going to get better! Cause tonight is &lt;em&gt;Biggest Loser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it has been a pretty great day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8042832141819643071?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8042832141819643071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8042832141819643071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8042832141819643071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8042832141819643071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-great-day.html' title='Pretty Great Day!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1616770766488967253</id><published>2011-01-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:19:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Fishing</title><content type='html'>Soooo.... Sunday night I went to bed around 9:30. I wake up at about 10:15 from my cell phone ringing. It is my Best Friend Megan. Our conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt; -Me:"Hello..."(in a grogy tone cause I just woke up)&lt;br /&gt;Meg:"Hi Ash! Sorry to wake you. Hey do you want to go ice fishing tomarrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Ummm...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this moment I'm thinking do I want to go?.... NO!!! Did I promise to go?.... YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BACKGROUND STORY:&lt;br /&gt;I convinced Meg to go to the school dance by telling her that if she would go with us in our group I would go ice fishing with her.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Hold on let me go "ask" my parents."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Mom can I go ice fishing with Megan tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom:"Do you want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"No.... but I sorta promised."&lt;br /&gt;Mom:"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me:"Meg I can go."&lt;br /&gt;Meg:"GREAT! I'll come pick you up around 6:30 tomorrow morning."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Great. See you then..."&lt;br /&gt;Meg:"Bye."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Bye."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm and went back to bed. I woke up at  6 and got ready to go ice fishing.&lt;br /&gt;Megan came right on time.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't leave her house until about 8.&lt;br /&gt;We drove for like ever, and finally made it to our destination, which was Rockport.&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with Megan's uncle and cousins. In all there were 3 adults and 8 kids including Meg and I.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Meg were the oldest kids. The next oldest was 10 maybe 11 and then the youngest was 3.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed from where we parked down to the water. I say Climbed because we had to climb accross big rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the clutz I am, fell and hit my tail bone on a very pointy rock.... I still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Because it had been raining there was a four foot gap between land and ice.&lt;br /&gt;The men built a bridge and we all crossed safely.&lt;br /&gt;Because it hda been raining there was 2 or 3 inches of water on top of the ice.&lt;br /&gt;It was very slick but relitivily warm.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got all set up and started fishing. And then the wind started to pick up and it got really cold really fast.&lt;br /&gt;The little ones had been splashing and playing in the water and were drenched from head to toe and when that wind started they got cold and whiney real fast.&lt;br /&gt;So Meg and I took them up to the car while the boys fished some more.&lt;br /&gt;We got them out of their wet things, which included, boots, socks, coats, and snowpants.&lt;br /&gt;They were all complaining that their feet were cold and so Megan took off her boots and gave each of them&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sock.&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: After the girls got their sock onto both of their feet, they started playing "mermaids". I remember when I was little and could make up stuff like that and get away with it.... It sucks to grow up. I just thought that it was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;After watching the girls play "mermaids" for and hour the guys were ready to be done. They packed everything up and we headed for Megan's uncles house, about ten miles west of Rockport.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there for two hours.... I was ready to go home.... It was, afterall, 2 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;So we started our journey home. All of us, except Megan's dad of course, slept all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;WORST PART OF THE DAY: After all that.... getting up early just to sit around and wait til 8 to leave, freezing to death, listening to crying and pouting, and sitting around for two hours doing nothing. WE DIDN'T CATCH ANY FISH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I will NEVER go ice fishing ever again!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1616770766488967253?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1616770766488967253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1616770766488967253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1616770766488967253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1616770766488967253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-fishing.html' title='Ice Fishing'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8488718613881481488</id><published>2011-01-05T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:48:53.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Is The Greatest Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I didn't feel to great. I went to bed and when I woke up I had two new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;voice mails&lt;/span&gt;. I listened, they were from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; you found out. Call me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next message, "I totally understand if you don't want to talk about it but call me anyway and we will talk about something else."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reaction.... none.... I had no idea what she was talking about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call Kaitlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Hey, What's up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"Heard you found out. Do you want to talk about it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Found what out?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn, "Oh.... This is awkward."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"Found what out Kaitlyn?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"I don't know if I should tell you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"If it's about me don't you think I ought to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....SILENCE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"You're sure you want to know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"So Megan came up to me today and asked if there was anyone else I could room with because there are 2 other people who want to room with them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"2 people how is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; work if you left the room there would only be room for 1 person?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"Well she asked me if I would leave because you weren't going to be there so I wouldn't really know anyone in the room.... You see Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeHann&lt;/span&gt; said you couldn't go cause you haven't been there to learn the music.... Sorry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........SILENCE..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........SILENCE..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashy.... are you there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"Yeah.(soft sob) Can I call you back later?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn,"Sure. See ya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,"Buy........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........CLICK...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay in bed crying for a few minutes..... I think to myself.... What always makes you feel better?..............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blasting my music and Cooking something wonderful.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made chicken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; on noodles, bread sticks, and corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't care that the only thing I could eat was the chicken and corn. I didn't care who ate it, if anyone at all, I didn't care about if I had to do dishes afterwords. I just cooked it, and of course made it look BEAUTIFUL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; product....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558724920131613442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSO3QyOcwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ke4iFZu0gLc/s320/SSPX0124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558724918582917922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSO3LA_OyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/O40eoYyuqko/s320/SSPX0123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even remember why I had been upset until Kaitlyn called around 9 o'clock. By then it didn't matter any more I knew it would all work out. So I told my mom what was going on. She emailed Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeHaan&lt;/span&gt;, and we are going in to see my school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; Thursday or Friday to figure out what we need to do for online schooling and for choir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep asking myself why I was crying? Why did it hurt so much? I figured i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; out.... It was because I didn't hear that information from Megan. I was crushed that she had "replaced" me. She didn't even have to think about it. I'm hurt cause no one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; me. I would have gone to school raised all the money I needed, and then when it came time that is when they would have told me. That's why I'm hurt, that's why I cried, that's why I didn't talk to Meg this morning after seminary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the irony of it all is that this morning in seminary we learned about forgiveness. HA! Jokes on me I guess. But my questions is not how do I forgive her, because I've already done that, the question is how do I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; about it? Forgive and Forget. Maybe someday I'll figure that one out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8488718613881481488?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8488718613881481488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8488718613881481488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8488718613881481488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8488718613881481488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-is-greatest-comfort.html' title='Food Is The Greatest Comfort'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSO3QyOcwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ke4iFZu0gLc/s72-c/SSPX0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-199972656277344215</id><published>2011-01-05T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:02:35.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Child-ish</title><content type='html'>I went to target with my Bestest and her family a little while ago and we saw these.....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558716739673606290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSHbGNDSJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/j0mA94jRG-c/s320/SSPX0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558716734401091010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSHayj_FcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rRF1K220If8/s320/SSPX0115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSGjMr2ftI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UkmvjF8TkDY/s1600/SSPX0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558716729847664402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSHahmXTxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7xqVv2AQA4k/s320/SSPX0114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them so bad!!!! All the Disney Princess barbie dolls who could ask for more?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-199972656277344215?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/199972656277344215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=199972656277344215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/199972656277344215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/199972656277344215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeling-child-ish.html' title='Feeling Child-ish'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSHbGNDSJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/j0mA94jRG-c/s72-c/SSPX0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8495185018898970729</id><published>2011-01-05T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:53:47.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks and Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSFq6tjj4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bMuLnYmHZnA/s1600/SSPX0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558714812443365250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSFq6tjj4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bMuLnYmHZnA/s320/SSPX0113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the socks from my parents and the shoes from my sister. Don't they match perfectly?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8495185018898970729?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8495185018898970729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8495185018898970729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8495185018898970729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8495185018898970729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2011/01/socks-and-shoes.html' title='Socks and Shoes'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TSSFq6tjj4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bMuLnYmHZnA/s72-c/SSPX0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6801139745413549027</id><published>2010-12-31T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:05:40.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Background</title><content type='html'>It was hard to let go of the Christmas but it was time but wither is still with us so it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how I feel about how dark and gloomy it is..... I'll think about it later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6801139745413549027?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6801139745413549027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6801139745413549027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6801139745413549027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6801139745413549027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-background.html' title='New Background'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4538115897128372079</id><published>2010-12-31T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:51:25.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Days</title><content type='html'>Did you know that I might be one of the best shoppers in the world without even trying to be!?&lt;br /&gt;I told you about everything I bought and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; how  much I could have spent that was some GREAT shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I got the STEAL of a lifetime!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Gateway mall with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; and we walked around in the snow for a couple of hours and then decided that we were done with that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. So we met up with her family and then we slowly made our way back to West Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note* On our way to the Gateway Wendy-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; mom- informed us that Modest By Design was going out of business and that they were having FANTASTIC sales.*End side note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; house and*Do you remember how long it takes my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; and her family to get anywhere* well lets just say it was about 45 minutes before we left her house again and we still had to stop by my house and inform my parents about what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:20 before we knew it and Modest By Design closed at 7.&lt;br /&gt;With Wendy driving like a crazy person we made it there at 6:33 on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; ran in and just started to grab everything that we liked and we climbed into a dressing room and were changing like mad women. I put on the second dress I had found and IT WAS PERFECT!!!! I fell in love with it!!!!! I tried on a few more but none could compare to "that BEAUTIFUL one that had fit so perfectly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I looked at the price tag..... but..... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;LIGHT BULB&lt;/span&gt;..... this dress was 90% off!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you know what I did!!!! I bought the darn thing!!!! It cost less than my superman wallet did!!!! And I bought a headband that matched so wonderfully!!!! -I look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RAVISHING&lt;/span&gt; if I do say so myself.- the headband almost cost as much as the dress cause the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;headband&lt;/span&gt; was only 60% off. Which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; but true. The dress and headband together cost Eighteen dollars and thirteen cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headband alone cost $7.13&lt;br /&gt;That means the dress cost $11.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... I can feel good about that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4538115897128372079?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4538115897128372079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4538115897128372079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4538115897128372079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4538115897128372079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/shopping-days.html' title='Shopping Days'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1904525977470328178</id><published>2010-12-29T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:22:56.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Lady Had This To Say...</title><content type='html'>Dr. Lady: "I have two things that I KNOW you have. One is that you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chronic&lt;/span&gt; Migraines. Two is that you have a Wheat Sensitivity problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"It means that your body doesn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt; wheat like other peoples do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"I've been tested for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"It isn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt;. It's Wheat Sensitivity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"Wheat Sensitivity can't be tested. It can only be proved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"How do you prove something you can't test?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"You go off wheat for roughly 6 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ............LONG PAUSE............."Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"It will be hard and it will take a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;, but I think you can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Okay...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"I'm going to give you a medicine for your migraines you will need to take it every night before you go to bed for the next 6 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lady:"Lets make an appointment for March which is in 3 months and we'll see how you're doing then. Fill this paper out before you leave, and I'll see you in March."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Okay...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week.... Finally home alone.... *Cry* *Cry* *Cry*..... *Sob*..... *Sniffle*..... *Blow nose*...... *Cry more*..... *Talk to self....&lt;br /&gt;I:"Why are you crying? This could solve everything!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What if I don't want to give up all those foods? I didn't even get to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; my Christmas cereal!"&lt;br /&gt;I:"But what if it solves everything and you aren't sick anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"But what if it doesn't? What if I give all of my favorite things up and it doesn't help at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;I:"But what if it does?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"I'll try it.... But I reserve the right to cry whenever I feel like it!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BowBaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1904525977470328178?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1904525977470328178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1904525977470328178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1904525977470328178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1904525977470328178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/dr-lady-had-this-to-say.html' title='Dr. Lady Had This To Say...'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2271310126548640920</id><published>2010-12-29T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:02:37.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Santa('s) Brought</title><content type='html'>Santa brought Landon an i-pod 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought the rest of us 200 big ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really he brought me a shopping day with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend. Which included a purple undershirt, cream lace shirt(the shoulders are only an inch wide), so there was a jacket to go over it, a new black coat(that is SUPER adorable!!), a superman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wallet&lt;/span&gt;, makeup, 4 packages of HUGE smarties, 2 magazines, lactose free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, potato chips, and 2 things to thank my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend for going with me! With 65 dollars left over for whatever else I feel like buying. So although it was a sorta boring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day, I've had the BEST two days with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; and it was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Santa('s) for one of the BEST Christmas presents EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2271310126548640920?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2271310126548640920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2271310126548640920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2271310126548640920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2271310126548640920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-santas-brought.html' title='What Santa(&apos;s) Brought'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1247766021380026361</id><published>2010-12-17T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:57:45.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>At the choir concert last night my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; Friend and I decided that we needed to hang out tonight. So after school she called me and was wondering if she could come over around 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I said yes(I then called mom and asked). Then at 5:30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I get a call from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; Friend and she's wondering if she can come over around 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I say that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I do whenever she tells me she'll be there at 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curling&lt;/span&gt; my hair at 4:50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and see if she can get there before I'm done doing my hair and make-up. This has only happened once.... We've known &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for 4 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is know 5:50 and I'm done and ready for her to be here. But I know that she will not be here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; at least 6:15. What to do.... What to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1247766021380026361?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1247766021380026361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1247766021380026361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1247766021380026361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1247766021380026361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/bestest-friend.html' title='Bestest Friend'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3082754640913585132</id><published>2010-12-16T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:01:50.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Tree With Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TQopq6MelII/AAAAAAAAAOI/m5itfODn6iQ/s1600/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551295307840394370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TQopq6MelII/AAAAAAAAAOI/m5itfODn6iQ/s320/DSC05405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's right we have one of those!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3082754640913585132?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3082754640913585132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3082754640913585132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3082754640913585132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3082754640913585132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tree-with-lights.html' title='A Christmas Tree With Lights!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TQopq6MelII/AAAAAAAAAOI/m5itfODn6iQ/s72-c/DSC05405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1056672685410332238</id><published>2010-12-11T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:01:51.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>I just spent two hours doing Animal science homework. Gag me! I hate that class like an elephant hates mice! But... I got 4 worksheets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that I'm done with homework for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1056672685410332238?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1056672685410332238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1056672685410332238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1056672685410332238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1056672685410332238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-842212964226047167</id><published>2010-12-08T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:16:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>At present moment it is 12:38am.... Does any one else see the problem with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I couldn't sleep because mom's gone for the week(I never sleep well when moms not home) but then as I was lying in my bed I decided that I couldn't sleep because mom isn't home AND because my stomach is giving me a yucky feeling. So I took some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. and am drinking some water but I am in no way tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do late at night when everyone else in the house is fast asleep?.... This is a new concept for me.... I can always sleep!(It's a talent of mine) But I can't right now.... There's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My young women's leader had her baby today! He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; big and cute and I am super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uper&lt;/span&gt; excited and happy for her!!!! His sisters love him the picture of them holding him is one of the cutest pictures I've ever seen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; (cause she has breast cancer) and she is doing spectacular as far as I've heard. She ate lunch and dinner and she was walking around a little bit.... I'm pretty sure that those are all wonderful things to be doing right after you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Grandma I wrote you a letter and I was going to send it with my mom but I forgot to give it to her. So then I was just going to send it in the mail but we have no stamps. So I thing I'll just scan it into the computer and send it to grandpa's e-mail.... I just have to figure out how to use the scanner..... I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I went downtown tonight to listen to the concert choir sing at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Assembly&lt;/span&gt; Hall. They sounded BEAUTIFUL!!!! Mom you really missed out cause the organist(Richard.... David.... something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Greere&lt;/span&gt;.... Greer.... something) He played for them! All but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt; for like 2 songs. It was much better than at the COB and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JSMB&lt;/span&gt; put together!!!! And Dylan gave me the biggest hug in the world!! I even got a hug before his mom did!!! That made me feel really super special(not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; lie)!!!!! And I saw some friends who were in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt;.... like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marriah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pugmire&lt;/span&gt;, she is just the sweetest girl I've ever met!!!! And I saw Peter.... I don't remember his last name.... but we were really great friends in history class last year and this year. And I saw the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stobers&lt;/span&gt; and the Johnson's and Search and Destroy were there with their mommy. And that's all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. P. came over to bring me my homework and we talked for a little while. They've been doing tons of stuff in Pro Start! They are selling treats for the holiday's and they have 36 orders to fill from teachers! It sounds like they have been having TONS of fun!!!! I miss that class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to raise money so I can get my siblings &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; presents.... If any one needs a baby sitter or anything at all that can help me earn a few dollars for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; it would be greatly appreciated!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all have a VERY Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-842212964226047167?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/842212964226047167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=842212964226047167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/842212964226047167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/842212964226047167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/random.html' title='Random....'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4399617521714886862</id><published>2010-12-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:39:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger Bread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgN5fRAOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/970C-nglCF8/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I woke up at 9:30am. I did nothing until about 1:00pm. Then I decided that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do something. So I did a load of laundry and then I said to myself I should bake something. I then decided that I would make ginger bread men. But every ginger bread man needs a house!!!! So I made them a house!!! This is how it turned out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5EGYEMI/AAAAAAAAANg/MNc6eJIHiag/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062431250387138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5EGYEMI/AAAAAAAAANg/MNc6eJIHiag/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the house if you are looking at it from the very front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgNnnm19I/AAAAAAAAAN4/zctUKAIZJ8w/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062784382392274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgNnnm19I/AAAAAAAAAN4/zctUKAIZJ8w/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my home!!!! This is my walk way, it is made out of, gingerbread &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candy canes&lt;/span&gt; make up the gateway into the sidewalk which is made of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; candies, the sidewalk is lined with hedges made from gumdrops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgNnnm19I/AAAAAAAAAN4/zctUKAIZJ8w/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgND4ltFI/AAAAAAAAANw/E9DILf_yzJY/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062774789944402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgND4ltFI/AAAAAAAAANw/E9DILf_yzJY/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgND4ltFI/AAAAAAAAANw/E9DILf_yzJY/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsgND4ltFI/AAAAAAAAANw/E9DILf_yzJY/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the candy canes on the side of the house, they are held up by lifesavers, to make the gate look sweet!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062438747641074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree in my front yard! I put chewy sweet tarts on it to look like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights!!!! It makes my house look festive!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062429572459474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5gB3FPI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MZ8xbreLjk/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roof is made of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NECCO&lt;/span&gt; candies topped with smarties and lined in white frosting!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547062418570526674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf492U69I/AAAAAAAAANY/CN_q8oxSfts/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back of my house has a pretzel window and right under the window are two candy canes that makes it pretty to look at, and it is lined in pull-a-part licorice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for taking the time to tour my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ginger&lt;/span&gt; bread house!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf4U3Qv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/K8q0cRDBAdw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4399617521714886862?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4399617521714886862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4399617521714886862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4399617521714886862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4399617521714886862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/12/ginger-bread-house.html' title='Ginger Bread House'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TPsf5EGYEMI/AAAAAAAAANg/MNc6eJIHiag/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3220833542395322677</id><published>2010-11-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:32:07.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>I need to think of something to give to all my friends for Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any money so I need to make something which is not a problem.... I just don't know what to make.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muchly&lt;/span&gt; appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3220833542395322677?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3220833542395322677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3220833542395322677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3220833542395322677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3220833542395322677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas Presents'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8104131137597450711</id><published>2010-11-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:07:45.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unrealistic Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>So.... I'm going to do online High School.... That means, no Choir, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prostart&lt;/span&gt;, no Ceramics, no anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but it will be okay.... I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas wish is to not be sick. To let me f&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;innish&lt;/span&gt; high school at school with all of my friends. To have a senior year the way I've planned it out in my head since I was in 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. After that I can be sick.... I promise.... I won't complain anymore I'll go along with it.... I just want to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8104131137597450711?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8104131137597450711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8104131137597450711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8104131137597450711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8104131137597450711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-unrealistic-christmas-wish.html' title='My Unrealistic Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8036783908744988911</id><published>2010-11-25T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:11:15.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Is Here</title><content type='html'>Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Pie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Up Goes The Christmas Decorations!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8036783908744988911?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8036783908744988911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8036783908744988911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8036783908744988911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8036783908744988911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-is-here.html' title='Thanksgiving Is Here'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2263600699446152369</id><published>2010-11-24T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:22:26.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better?</title><content type='html'>I think that I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I think I'm feeling better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 8:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry by 10:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my contacts in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the shower and afterwords felt clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my jeans and a T-shirt on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to busy singing along to my music type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I think I'm still sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;admiring&lt;/span&gt; the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing the dishes that are sitting on the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is still a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Animal Science class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a banana and no ones forcing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0 ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please mom!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2263600699446152369?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2263600699446152369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2263600699446152369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2263600699446152369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2263600699446152369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better?'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-2093857058977171958</id><published>2010-11-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:46:15.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to look A LOT like Christmas every where you go! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;! I ADORE Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be 20 in only 3days! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEK&lt;/span&gt;!!!! She's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; be old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; in 2days! You know what that means? It means eat all you want for the next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0 :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being sick.... and being bored.... and being home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-2093857058977171958?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/2093857058977171958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=2093857058977171958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2093857058977171958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/2093857058977171958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-random-thoughts.html' title='A Few Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7423494546493847282</id><published>2010-11-19T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:39:21.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how much fun we had at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sadies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9XN6_8tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/o7GTG17r0-E/s1600/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541394966841914066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9XN6_8tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/o7GTG17r0-E/s320/DSC05241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures before the dance. My date (Dylan) and I. We're Goofs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541394957371656258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s320/DSC05240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9WqpHSEI/AAAAAAAAALs/gaBzlLmdMi8/s1600/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan and Netti! They are weird! In a good way! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9V1_nC1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hdu2aV49cj4/s1600/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541394943238933330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9V1_nC1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hdu2aV49cj4/s320/DSC05239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9V1_nC1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hdu2aV49cj4/s1600/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9V1_nC1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hdu2aV49cj4/s1600/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9V1_nC1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hdu2aV49cj4/s1600/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Matt... They are BEST FRIENDS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_c2vUTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/4376ZycVqYo/s1600/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541397262721371346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_c2vUTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/4376ZycVqYo/s320/DSC05248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_c2vUTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/4376ZycVqYo/s1600/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_c2vUTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/4376ZycVqYo/s1600/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG we're cute! If I do say so myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_cBYCC7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/v_gRXhMML28/s1600/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541397248396626866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_cBYCC7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/v_gRXhMML28/s320/DSC05246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_cBYCC7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/v_gRXhMML28/s1600/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb_cBYCC7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/v_gRXhMML28/s1600/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was picture number 5. The exact same pose but this is the only one of those five that ALL the boys are serious-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBh33GgRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_G0-dmj9ma8/s1600/DSC05251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541399547945058578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBh33GgRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_G0-dmj9ma8/s320/DSC05251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBh33GgRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_G0-dmj9ma8/s1600/DSC05251.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBh33GgRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_G0-dmj9ma8/s1600/DSC05251.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Matt decided that they wanted to ride together. Oh how cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBiB-m__I/AAAAAAAAAMU/M1JOdrYt0To/s1600/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541399550660902898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBiB-m__I/AAAAAAAAAMU/M1JOdrYt0To/s320/DSC05252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBiB-m__I/AAAAAAAAAMU/M1JOdrYt0To/s1600/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBiB-m__I/AAAAAAAAAMU/M1JOdrYt0To/s1600/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to run over Dylan! tee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBimiYCOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VcNSPoAygRw/s1600/DSC05253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541399560474593506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBimiYCOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VcNSPoAygRw/s320/DSC05253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBimiYCOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VcNSPoAygRw/s1600/DSC05253.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcBimiYCOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VcNSPoAygRw/s1600/DSC05253.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Netti let Megan drive while he chilled in the back! Rock on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDg7gq3OI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X-5PPWSZE_Q/s1600/DSC05274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541401730768100578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDg7gq3OI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X-5PPWSZE_Q/s320/DSC05274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDg7gq3OI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X-5PPWSZE_Q/s1600/DSC05274.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told each group to do something random. She gave us five seconds to choose our pose. This was hers and Matt's. Peace out home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDiWVEsJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N-03QBzZNYU/s1600/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541401755147088018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDiWVEsJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N-03QBzZNYU/s320/DSC05276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDiWVEsJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N-03QBzZNYU/s1600/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDiWVEsJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N-03QBzZNYU/s1600/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meg and Netti went with a "HEY BUDDY" thing. Aren't they Goofy!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541401743086481458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s320/DSC05275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcDhpZmcDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_L1Adxgl9LI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dill and I stuck with the traditional jumping into the arms thing! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Isn't that adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGMCQv6_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eQwWoPnCavI/s1600/DSC05270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541404670338001906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGMCQv6_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eQwWoPnCavI/s320/DSC05270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGNHmeueI/AAAAAAAAANE/IcXpwc1KTbc/s1600/DSC05279.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGMCQv6_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eQwWoPnCavI/s1600/DSC05270.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our group shot. We were the cutest group there! No lies! They even took our picture for the year book! We look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;MARVELOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGNHmeueI/AAAAAAAAANE/IcXpwc1KTbc/s1600/DSC05279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541404688951196130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGNHmeueI/AAAAAAAAANE/IcXpwc1KTbc/s320/DSC05279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOcGNHmeueI/AAAAAAAAANE/IcXpwc1KTbc/s1600/DSC05279.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you know I'm a bit of a klutz and I might have fallen on my butt while we were dancing and Dylan helped me up. The best part.... it was caught on camera. I love this picture. We had so much fun at that dance! We danced even though we didn't know how and like no one was watching even though tons of people were pointing and laughing at us. We laughed like there was no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And we just had the funnest night of our entire lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dylan, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Matt, Megan, and Netti for making my first school dance the best ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7423494546493847282?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7423494546493847282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7423494546493847282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7423494546493847282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7423494546493847282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/sadies.html' title='Sadies'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TOb9XN6_8tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/o7GTG17r0-E/s72-c/DSC05241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7539686936170353435</id><published>2010-11-19T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:28:36.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifting Song</title><content type='html'>When I went to Tay's tryout one of the boy's sang this song that I think is just about the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Dare ya to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone To Fall Back On - by: Jason Robert Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oeX9uvewx4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oeX9uvewx4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7539686936170353435?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7539686936170353435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7539686936170353435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7539686936170353435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7539686936170353435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/uplifting-song.html' title='Uplifting Song'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4792176408710088167</id><published>2010-11-19T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:18:15.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Tiff</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Tiff's blog this month is everything she's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some unknown reason reading all her posts made me cry. A good cry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; so super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uper&lt;/span&gt; lucky to have the family that I do. I am always inspired by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Tiff I just wanted to let you know how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am for you and your amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;. You are one of my hero's. You are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for everything you do! I love you loads and tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4792176408710088167?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4792176408710088167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4792176408710088167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4792176408710088167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4792176408710088167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/aunt-tiff.html' title='Aunt Tiff'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-3719097647604325773</id><published>2010-11-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:33:06.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick... Again</title><content type='html'>Did you know that I would rather be mauled and killed by a lion than be sick. Yup it's true. Being sick is the worst of Heavenly Fathers creations.  People who get sick once every 3 years(like my brothers) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think it's all that bad. But when your sick all the time like I am, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know the worst part of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think my family actually believes that I'm sick. I think they think I fake it. If they could feel what I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't think it. They don't understand. That is why I'm so thankful for prayer. Because I know that my Heavenly Father knows and understands what I'm going through and so does His Son, and for that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you spend as much time at home as I do, not able to go places or move a whole lot. You find that it is easy to appreciate the little things. When I'm home alone or I can't sleep -because all my body can think about is getting the bad out of me- I try to think of  things to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marvel&lt;/span&gt; at, like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Freshly fallen snow. Untouched. The kind when you wake up at five in the morning and you look out the window because you knew it was suppose to snow, and there it is. Beautiful and white. The roads still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unplowed&lt;/span&gt;. At that moment you think it is the cleanest think on the entire planet. And it is.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jack(he's my blanket). He always keeps me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; and warm. He wraps around me and snuggles me in so close, and I know that the only reason he'll let go of me is because I let go first.&lt;br /&gt;3) Christmas music. It is so uplifting I could float right up to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; just listening to it. It will always make you feel happy. It doesn't even matter if it is Christmas time or not.&lt;br /&gt;4) A nice warm bath. Because when you have been doing that hot and cold thing all day a bath will even it out only if it is for 10 minutes. Those ten  minutes are a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; slice of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;5) A mom who calls from work just to see if there is anything she can do for you. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; know that she is a half an hour away but she would go through heaven and earth to make sure your taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't think about those kinds of things because they are so busy with their lives but I always have time to think about those kinds of things. And I believe that that is a blessing from my Heavenly Father. He knows how much I hate being sick and He also knows that being sick is what is helping me to grow. But He doesn't want me to be miserable so He taught me how to find good things even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; bad times. And that I believe is a HUGE blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I challenge you all to look for good things as you go throughout your day.  Even if it's been the worst day in the world and all you want to do is throw yourself on your bed and cry like a 12 year old girl. STOP. Think about ONE good thing that happened in your day and then maybe the next day you'll be able to come up with TWO good things. I promise that if you will do this little thing you will be a more happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love, Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-3719097647604325773?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/3719097647604325773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=3719097647604325773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3719097647604325773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/3719097647604325773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/sick-again.html' title='Sick... Again'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-979881247833923835</id><published>2010-11-13T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:25:23.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ProStart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ProStart&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; class. On Wednesday we went to the South &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Towne&lt;/span&gt; Expo Center for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Field&lt;/span&gt; trip. We learned many different things including napkin folding and fruit carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carved a BEAUTIFUL flower into a honeydew. I planned on putting a picture on here but my computer is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; right now. So you'll have to use your imagination. Just picture a super flower that is green and white-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. It is Fantastic if I do say so myself! I'll put one on when my computer is done with her fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-979881247833923835?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/979881247833923835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=979881247833923835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/979881247833923835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/979881247833923835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/prostart.html' title='ProStart'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5103215205623075656</id><published>2010-11-08T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T05:16:28.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Date</title><content type='html'>This is just an up date of everything that I've been doing in the last couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEeEqkzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LpYAGvKy2Gw/s1600/SSPX0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537157126946460466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEeEqkzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LpYAGvKy2Gw/s320/SSPX0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put a different design on each side to show personalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s1600/SSPX0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537157120315061650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s320/SSPX0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s1600/SSPX0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s1600/SSPX0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s1600/SSPX0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEFXndZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JKOfiBXEu78/s1600/SSPX0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music side is my favorite because I did a really good job on the mysic notes! I think they're cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDxauh7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tZ9iuXCf_2k/s1600/SSPX0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537157114959398834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDxauh7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tZ9iuXCf_2k/s320/SSPX0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't those flowers just the cutest flowers ever?! My Aunt Tiff taught me how to draw them! Thanks Anut Tiff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537157112700743602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s320/SSPX0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvDpAOL7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LqLJcotIlg4/s1600/SSPX0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a vase in ceramics. This is the unfinnished project but I will have pictures of the finnished one soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfwWSpvuSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qaeew6ihors/s1600/SSPX0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537158532630034722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfwWSpvuSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qaeew6ihors/s320/SSPX0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin played his gituar for me. My own personal show. He's a sweety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfxKZ19ZtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D3v_dusc-7I/s1600/imagejpeg_3_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537159427913508562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfxKZ19ZtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D3v_dusc-7I/s320/imagejpeg_3_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bestest friend sent me this picture of her family when she was like 3. I just had to share it with the world. It is so FUNNY and very cute. The best part of the entire picture is her dad and if you've met him you would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfzee7oKAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UvAfkzZDFRc/s1600/imagejpeg_2_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537161971900098562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfzee7oKAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UvAfkzZDFRc/s320/imagejpeg_2_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister went to a halloween dance thing in Logan with all of her friends and she looked BEAUTIFUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfzeOPqICI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pSlTTiUiKbE/s1600/imagejpeg_2_2_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537161967420710946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfzeOPqICI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pSlTTiUiKbE/s320/imagejpeg_2_2_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad fell off a ladder and hit is head on a root that was sticking out of the ground. He was 15 or 20 feet off the ground. I don't know if you can see the tree and the ladder above his head, but that's where he fell from. Well that ladder and that tree. Sorry if you don't understand what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1fGcQO-I/AAAAAAAAALU/-V4oW8yCVXw/s1600/SSPX0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537164181529181154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1fGcQO-I/AAAAAAAAALU/-V4oW8yCVXw/s320/SSPX0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called 911 and the medics came and looked at him. They were being very careful. They were worried that he had broken his back or neck or something to that effect. They took him to the ER and he was back within the hour. He is totally fine no cuncussion or anything. He's been really sore the past couple of days but other than that he's perfectly healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1e05kSNI/AAAAAAAAALM/4-3YgkTjCts/s1600/SSPX0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537164176820291794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1e05kSNI/AAAAAAAAALM/4-3YgkTjCts/s320/SSPX0066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least. THESE ARE MY ADORABLE PINK SHOES!!!! Aren't they just so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1e05kSNI/AAAAAAAAALM/4-3YgkTjCts/s1600/SSPX0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1eQWsIQI/AAAAAAAAALE/PjL6dSKfWpQ/s1600/SSPX0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537164167010328834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNf1eQWsIQI/AAAAAAAAALE/PjL6dSKfWpQ/s320/SSPX0060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfwzbFEj2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xDjpKSkypB0/s1600/imagejpeg_3_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5103215205623075656?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5103215205623075656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=5103215205623075656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5103215205623075656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5103215205623075656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-date.html' title='Up Date'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TNfvEeEqkzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LpYAGvKy2Gw/s72-c/SSPX0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-4630352498708818667</id><published>2010-11-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:35:15.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>On Friday I went on my very first date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with one of my friends named Zach. We went to Entheos together and now we just text a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We doubled with another friend that went to Entheos with us. His name is Andy and he brought his girlfreind named Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the new movie Megamind, and then we went and got Jamba Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ton of fun! I was really excited and he made it really enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-4630352498708818667?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/4630352498708818667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=4630352498708818667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4630352498708818667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/4630352498708818667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8122872888775446756</id><published>2010-11-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:20:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Shoes</title><content type='html'>Did you know that my older sister bought me pink shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very cute and I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8122872888775446756?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8122872888775446756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8122872888775446756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8122872888775446756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8122872888775446756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/11/pink-shoes.html' title='Pink Shoes'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8458947512784105631</id><published>2010-10-29T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:35:56.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Wonderful Happening in Ashtyn's Life!</title><content type='html'>Would you like to know this something Wonderful happening in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashtyn's&lt;/span&gt; life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; DONE with drivers ed.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that that is the reason for my good day today! Well that and I got to wear ALL pink to school today! Yeah I looked DANG cute!!!!!! And I'm Humble too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the most fantastic, wonderful, amazing, marvolous day ever!(cause you deserve it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8458947512784105631?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8458947512784105631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8458947512784105631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8458947512784105631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8458947512784105631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-wonderful-happening-in.html' title='Something Wonderful Happening in Ashtyn&apos;s Life!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6860272268347658164</id><published>2010-10-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:21:48.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The School Bathroom</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Content  may include the subject of Poop. If this grosses you out in any way STOP READING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when your at school and all the sudden it hits you that you have to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD? And this is no regular "Oh I just have to pee." bathroom break, this is that and more. That is the worst thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then you ask the teacher for the hall pass and off you go to the bathroom hoping and praying that there is no one else in the bathroom. Because it is weird when you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; fart and then you get out of the stalls at the dame time.... not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course someone was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently she had to poop to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sit there and try not to fart and hope that the person in the other stall does not know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; and you wait so you don't run into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; as you go to wash your hands. You hear her flush right as your about to walk out of the stall... But then you hear a wonderful sound. someone else has now entered the bathroom and can take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt; for the "noises". But you hear something else also... the toilet paper roll form the stall that you know had the other girl in there is still rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know you are safe to walk out and wash your hands. Because this girl was just doing a courtesy flush. What a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6860272268347658164?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6860272268347658164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6860272268347658164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6860272268347658164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6860272268347658164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-bathroom.html' title='The School Bathroom'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-8436462936141074696</id><published>2010-10-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:31:33.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What She Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>So in July I got my permit. I think that I'm a pretty good driver. At least I'm better than I was when I first got my permit. You can ask my mom she'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom asked me to take some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flyer's&lt;/span&gt; to people in the ward for them to pass out at church on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; because she's out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if I could take the car.&lt;br /&gt;She said that that was fine. So I grabbed the keys and went to the garage and Buzz wasn't there(the little green car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I went down stairs and asked where the car was. The boys took it camping. Well the only other two cars that were there are both stick shift. I can't drive that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my aunt being the wonderful person she is let me take her mini van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she didn't know was that I had never driven by myself before. So unknowingly she put her one and only car into these young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inexperienced&lt;/span&gt; hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that her car is in one piece and I was totally safe the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! GO ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-8436462936141074696?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/8436462936141074696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=8436462936141074696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8436462936141074696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/8436462936141074696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-she-didnt-know.html' title='What She Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-1627689154518499896</id><published>2010-10-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:13:25.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Aunt</title><content type='html'>I don't actually have a favorite aunt. You  see I love them all dearly! I couldn't choose just one. So I choose to love them ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie J. called me today to tell me that her daughters daughter(I don't know how I'm related to her so...) looks just like me! She told me that we are both so cute and that she could be my daughter instead of my cousins daughter.(I hope all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I answered the phone I said "Hello!" with a cheery disposition of course! :D&lt;br /&gt;She replied by saying "Is this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashtyn&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! This is your Favorite Aunt Jenny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out that she is my Favorite Aunt Jenny. Cause she's my only Aunt Jenny(if you didn't catch that). I love her dearly. That is how she always says hi on the phone and I love it!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Tiff don't be upset. You are my Favorite Aunt Tiff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-1627689154518499896?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/1627689154518499896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=1627689154518499896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1627689154518499896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/1627689154518499896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorite-aunt.html' title='Favorite Aunt'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6664146600238390766</id><published>2010-10-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:35:36.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that I was living in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt; world. I thought that everyone had as good a life as i did. I didn't even realize how Fantastic my life really is and how everyone wish for that perfect family and I somehow got that.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was handed a Reality Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have friends who don't have both parents living with them or they don't have a dad or a mom. But the only reason that I realized this is because I went to my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm's&lt;/span&gt; house for Glee night. I walked in like I usually do without knocking(because her mom to&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ld&lt;/span&gt; me that that is the way it was done) and I set my cake on the counter and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MeeMa&lt;/span&gt; was sitting on the couch. I looked at her and she said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Hi. I'm here for Glee night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashtyn&lt;/span&gt;." I was now getting a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you here to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I choked back a tear because it was then that I realized that she really didn't remember me. Honest to goodness could not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then called for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt; and she asked her who I was and if it was alright that I had walked into the house without knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt; later explained that sometimes her mom forgets things. Lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MeeMa&lt;/span&gt; had MS, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I didn't&lt;/span&gt; realize how bad MS is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has/had(I'm not sure which one) MS but it has never been like that at all. Yes my mom is a little scatter brained but what mom isn't? I NEVER thought in a million years that it was like that. I didn't know, or maybe I didn't want to know, how much goes on outside of my little world. Does that make me a bad person? I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have now set a goal and that is to appreciate everything that I have and help those who need it. Like my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;.  All she needed tonight was a good friend who would listen and I was there for her. I strive to be that person that people know they can lean on. I hope that you all know how much I love and appreciate all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all those around you and you will always have someone that will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cherish&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6664146600238390766?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6664146600238390766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6664146600238390766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6664146600238390766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6664146600238390766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-6807922523544318550</id><published>2010-10-18T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:18:31.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>Did you know that there are only 9 days left in the quarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my Friend Katie just got home from a 2 week vacation in Disney World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my Fried Megan was sick today and I missed her a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my little brother has made a new friend and he might be my favorite of all Landon's friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my parents and sister are going to Vegas to run Ragnar this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Taylor is an amazing choir treasurer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that little Tommy is 1 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I have a Very PINK phone!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT most of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE ONLY 5 DAYS LEFT OF  DRIVERS ED.!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-6807922523544318550?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/6807922523544318550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=6807922523544318550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6807922523544318550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/6807922523544318550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-5522703570156311164</id><published>2010-10-13T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:56:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen</title><content type='html'>My friend stephen is turring 17 today. I just wanted to wish him a very happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the best friends I've ever had and I am so so so so very lucky that he is my friend! Him and I met at Entheos and the first year we didn't even talk to eachother. We were in different clique's and it was socially unexceptable for us to talk to eachother. Then 8th grade came around and we were partners for a project and we got to know eachother. I was instantly "in love" with him. I wanted to get to know him better and I wanted him to be my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some really fun times that year! We laughed and played and ate lunch! What else are you going to do at school. He became part of our group, and we were glad to see an addition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From YBBITWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-5522703570156311164?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/5522703570156311164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=5522703570156311164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5522703570156311164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/5522703570156311164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/stephen.html' title='Stephen'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-519097122227400861</id><published>2010-10-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:48:34.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wednesday Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday Friday's are the best day's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday but it is also the last day of the school week. Hence, Wednesday Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a spectacular thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG WEEKEND HERE I COME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-519097122227400861?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/519097122227400861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=519097122227400861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/519097122227400861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/519097122227400861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-wednesday-friday.html' title='It&apos;s a Wednesday Friday!!!'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-7290474928948408340</id><published>2010-10-12T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:41:16.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Last night we had our first Choir Concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SOUNDED &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UPER&lt;/span&gt; WONDERFUL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to brag or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course mom forgot the camera so no pictures.(bummer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun and I totally remember why I love to sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what that reason is I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the way that the spirit comes. No matter what you're singing. He comes to tell everyone who's listening how much that song means to you and to them. It's the way that it can make me feel so HAPPY even when I've had the worst of days. It's the way that you can always just close your eyes and listen to the beautiful sound that is engulfing and surrounding you. It is the most wonderful thing in the world!(I would just like to inform you that I spelt everything in this paragraph right the first time!(WOOT)(GO ME))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-7290474928948408340?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/7290474928948408340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=7290474928948408340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7290474928948408340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/7290474928948408340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917295402340866944.post-575239670477066553</id><published>2010-10-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:42:30.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom, sister and I drove to park city(I drove there). We went to the outlets and bought NEW BRAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just the most fabulous thing ever?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feel of a new bra... ahh... a little silce of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5917295402340866944-575239670477066553?l=sassysbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/feeds/575239670477066553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5917295402340866944&amp;postID=575239670477066553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/575239670477066553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5917295402340866944/posts/default/575239670477066553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassysbow.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Bow Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06113212140876575582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJUx8xsiTgI/TECR2uqEvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/eJElZaLKmng/S220/P1010882.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
