<?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-1728930756778283855</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:17:11.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elicia's House of FUN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6678618187336764552</id><published>2010-03-29T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:50:42.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>This story reminds me of the good samaratin story.. but with a more sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;A person who is called a holidaymaker died after falling down some steps getting off an airplane. the article said that she was taken care of badly and was left on the ground bleeding for a good while before an ambulance came and got her, and that the ambulance people didn't take care of her well there either. but this next part is what made me go 'wait... what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holiday firm Thomson has changed its procedures in the aftermath of the tragedy, after admitting there was a confusing 'grey area' of responsibility on stairs between cabin crew and ground staff.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness Alison Pike told investigators she was just behind Mrs Mellon when the pensioner lost her footing on the seventh step and slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham Corbett, another passenger on the plane, said he saw Mrs Mellon stumble on the bottom step, twist and fall, her head hitting the concrete 'like a boxer'.&lt;br /&gt;The holiday company's report, drawn from ground crew accounts, was that Mrs Mellon had fallen from no higher than the third step."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1260876/British-holidaymaker-dies-falling-steps-plane-arriving-sunny-Mexico.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gets me is that if i see someone bleeding on the ground unconcious, i would jump right in there and help out! it shouldn't be one person's responsibility! it should be everyones! if we can't help eachother out in our daily lives there is no way we can help out the whole world and solve all the problems like everyone is trying to do. especially when they see someone in need and passes them up like that! my goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6678618187336764552?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6678618187336764552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6678618187336764552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6678618187336764552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6678618187336764552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/03/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-385397698736298646</id><published>2010-03-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:00:10.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.... Yeah, i think that's kinda important!</title><content type='html'>so I guess Obama doesn't want his birth certificate out for some reason... Huh... Yeah I think that is pretty important. Of course there are going to be consiracy theories and all, but why is Obama being excused for all these things?  It's okay, all this stuff is outdated, and you don't know anybetter so shut up and sit down! &lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://apnews.myway.com/article/20100317/D9EG7MBO0.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-385397698736298646?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/385397698736298646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=385397698736298646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/385397698736298646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/385397698736298646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh-yeah-i-think-thats-kinda-important.html' title='Uh.... Yeah, i think that&apos;s kinda important!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5355339131979391617</id><published>2010-02-17T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:07:12.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing thing!</title><content type='html'>So today in my english class we were talking about different types of definition arguements, and my teacher decided that Universal Healthcare was a great topic to use as an example. Being the typical teacher that most professors are he has a more liberal viewpoint of everything. He showed us a clip from YouTube about some antidepressant drugs that actually are being proven that they are more harmful to you than helpful. Like if you go on the drug, it is very addicting, and won't help forever, probably due to the fact that your body will change when you take drugs. anyway, they interviewed a woman who tried for 8 years to get off the drug in lots of different ways, but none of them ever helped.&lt;br /&gt;they then talked about how there are studies proving that the drug will cause you to be more suicidal, depressed and violent. the clip was from fox news and my teacher just loves to try to put down the network. so he called this type of video more use of scare tactics than informing, which can be seen since it was only a 3 minute clip. all networks will use the amount of time they can get and since they only had so much time to fit in all this, they had to shove as much as they can into it. Anyway when we took a break in class some of us started talking about the debate on universal healthcare, and one person asked why it was so bad. i said that it doesn't work for all countries, like canada, whose people spend so much time on the waiting list that by the time they get to the doctors or the bed they are beyond help. i mean most of them will come down here for help if they need it.&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys in the class spoke up and asked me if i had ever lived in a country that had universal health care, and no i haven't. he then told me of his dad and how he fell off the roof or something and got hurt bad, spent 2 weeks in the hospital and had to pay nothing for it. he said that the only thing he doesn't like about America is that the healthcare is so expensive. I said that it may work for other countries, but because of so many things here, it would not work. i didn't say this next part. Maybe if each state figured their own way of taking care of healthcare, maybe it would work, but forcing a whole country to do it at huge prices is crazy. not only would we be giving to people who aren't working at all and need to pick up the slack and find a job and put some effort into their own lives, or illeagle aliens who shouldn't even be here.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that last part the conversation died down real quick. after class i went out in the hall and sat down to wait for my friend Maria to get there since her next class was in the classroom i was just in, and that same guy came and apologized for jumping on me for that. We agreed that the people higher up in the government weren't looking out for the people they are supposed to be serving. we also agreed that it is okay to have your own opinion and it's okay to express it. Wow! i never would have expected a fellow student to come to me and apologizing for jumping on me for what i was saying! you know, there are some good people out there who may disagree with me, but we don't need to hate each other for having a different opinion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5355339131979391617?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5355339131979391617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5355339131979391617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5355339131979391617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5355339131979391617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/02/amazing-thing.html' title='Amazing thing!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-894727041124546932</id><published>2010-02-11T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:02:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injuries!</title><content type='html'>Since Dianna can put up pictures of her injuries, I'm going to put up the ones i have of my most recent injury! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, lets see.... it was tuesday night, at work i was getting some frozen sugar snap peas to cook in the cafe. there is a dining room and the cafe, the dining room is where i started working as a waitress, but then moved over to the cafe for more hours and a better pay so i could pay for school. anyway i was walking by this wall toward the cafe door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QYpuxyZ6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EE3w9EYwVis/s1600-h/Photo-0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QYpuxyZ6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EE3w9EYwVis/s400/Photo-0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997755353589666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right across from this wall is our ice machine, and when all the high schoolers come to work, they get these things called carafes and they go to the ice machine to fill them up, they are supposed to keep the area ice free and squeegie the floor when they are done so no one slips and falls. but they have taken to just putting up a wet floor sign up and leaving all the ice on the floor and whatnot. so one of the guys i work with, who isn't a high schooler, he is actually getting ready to leave in march for his mission, was rolling a cart with food to the ice machine to ice it all down when i thought 'hey! i could just put this heavy box of peas on the cart and have him roll it to the cafe!' but before i could do that he knocked down the wet floor sign, i stepped on it by accident and slid. i caught myself though and took another step, unfortunately onto the sign again and fell into the wall. What you see on the picture is some papers of announcements and rules and such. but the papers aren't just stapled onto the board, they are held in by some plastic things that aren't extremely thick, but just enough so that as i scraped my knuckles onto the wall 3 of them got cut. my pointer finger and my ring finger on my right hand got the worst cuts and the middle finger only got a little scrape.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt like crazy! i threw the box onto the cart and looked at my hand. the cuts were pretty deep for cutting it on plastic. so i rushed to a sink and grabbed some paper towels and put pressure on my fingers like you are supposed to and asked one of the other chefs to get me some bandages and finger cots. the finger cots roll onto your finger to cover up the bandage so it won't fall into the food. and they are bright blue, not sure why, but maybe just to let everyone know you cut your fingers! :) it stung for the whole night while i was working. the poor guy who knocked over the sign felt so bad about it because i got into a really bad mood the rest of the night and he kept apologizing for it. I said it was okay, that it wasn't his fault. You know you got some good guys in the church because if it was any of the other guys i work with they wouldn't have apologized.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the first rush in the cafe ended more of the chefs and managers wanted to know what happened so i just pointed to the wall and said the plastic holders cut me. we laughed at it because i'm always the one to find the most weird things to cut myself on, like the cash register. they said that what happened was a first, and i'm not sure if they are going to reconsider the signs but at least they are aware that people like me will find some way to cut themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of my hand after we closed the cafe and before i put on new and better bandages and a couple of close ups if you don't want to see don't scroll down! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QbkBJrdWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FtTfos-nQ50/s1600-h/Photo-0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QbkBJrdWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FtTfos-nQ50/s400/Photo-0180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437000955741304162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3Qbr3ElT6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CVtKoTeatqc/s1600-h/Photo-0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3Qbr3ElT6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CVtKoTeatqc/s400/Photo-0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437001090474528674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QbzhEeC8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/oas__FMkm9Y/s1600-h/Photo-0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QbzhEeC8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/oas__FMkm9Y/s400/Photo-0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437001222007425986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-894727041124546932?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/894727041124546932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=894727041124546932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/894727041124546932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/894727041124546932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/02/injuries.html' title='Injuries!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/S3QYpuxyZ6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EE3w9EYwVis/s72-c/Photo-0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8409785023355072850</id><published>2010-01-20T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:16:31.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Early!</title><content type='html'>My goodness it is really early! well it feels like it because i'm at the campus library right now and i've been here since 6:30. so it's kinda early for me. I guess I will have a slightly easier time adjusting since i went through early morning seminary and all. But i am still yawning like crazy and i think i'm going to fall asleep in my math class!&lt;br /&gt;I am ewxcited for this semester though because i think i am doing good stuff, like taking classes and being up this early. Also my friend Maria and I are going to be spending some time working out and exercising. which is great for me because i really need to exercise! the funny thing is that i have lost a little bit of weight without exercising at all, so i think if i do it'll be that much better. plus i can get a little stronger and have an easier time at work with lifting heavy things. Some of my co-workers already call me muscles. Like for instance i was in the walk-in and i was lifting a case of iceberg lettuce, which contains about 30 or more heads of lettuce, and it is always placed in the stupidist spot right in the corner next to a rack so you have to lift the case above the romaine cases. anyway, i was picking it up and lifting it to a cart and i was kind of struggling with it. the funny part is that there were 4 other guys in there and they were just kind of standing around and watching. I didn't ask for help because i could do it, but just getting it above the romaine is hard. and once i did it they were like 'go get 'im muscles!' and 'why didn't you ask for help? i could have helped you!'&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking really? couldn't you see that i was kind of stuggling there? but sometimes i like to challenge myself like that just to work my muscles a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway so i'm especially excited to be exercising a little bit and getting more into it! that's always been a challenge for me, being motivated enough to go and work out. now i have a place and a buddy to go with me so we can make fun of each other. i was always worried about what people were thinking of me in gym classes and such, but lately i feel more like i don't really care. and it helps when you have a buddy that you can joke with about stuff like that and break the tension. All i really needed was someone to drag me to the gym and motivate me. We both motivate each other so it works out for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;lets see, what else can i talk about to waist some more time....&lt;br /&gt;i saw this guy today in a dog suit. i'm not sure why he was walking around with a dog suit but i thought it was interesting!&lt;br /&gt;oh! i know what i can do! i can read scriptures on the internet!! i can do that! our bishop has challenged us to read the BOM before August because the ward is sending the youth to Martin's cove for their ward youth conference, i wish i was going because when i went in the other stake it was so much fun! and i think it would be more fun with just the ward because then you know people a little more. the year that me and ben went was the year we moved in i think so we didn't really know anyone and i wasn't as outgoing as i am now. i'm still not really outgoing but i'm working on that a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's what i am going to do now! thanks for reading my efforts to get time moving faster! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8409785023355072850?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8409785023355072850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8409785023355072850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8409785023355072850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8409785023355072850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-early.html' title='So Early!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3435264094298745758</id><published>2010-01-02T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:49:10.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't read unless you have a good amount of time! it's huge!! :)</title><content type='html'>Not much has been happening, i guess i could tell you a bunch of stuff though! :)&lt;br /&gt;For thanksgiving i went to Arizona to visit Aaron and his family. They were even nice enough to let me stay in their guest bedroom! I got to sit around and watch movies most of the time which i really enjoyed since i really needed a break from the same routine of sleep school work. Me and Aaron went to the air museum they have down in Tuscon, and usually when i go to these types of things i get bored really quick and don't enjoy myself, but this time it was a little different. I had fun watching Aaron get all excited about the different planes and tell me things about them. and i even found a hole in one that was shot and went to the other side and found it's exit point! Some of the planes were interesting and others funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz930dcNXYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/j_aIDZ7gTIE/s1600-h/DSCI0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz930dcNXYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/j_aIDZ7gTIE/s400/DSCI0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184219517214082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94CqnElYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/t-82lhT89yM/s1600-h/DSCI0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94CqnElYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/t-82lhT89yM/s400/DSCI0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184463570605442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94L-gK7nI/AAAAAAAAAko/AU0r3VY99Lw/s1600-h/DSCI0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94L-gK7nI/AAAAAAAAAko/AU0r3VY99Lw/s400/DSCI0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184623529193074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94VWTLL3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WRPAkrPsoy4/s1600-h/DSCI0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94VWTLL3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WRPAkrPsoy4/s400/DSCI0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184784535957362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94islkEII/AAAAAAAAAk4/VDfBOd7fTME/s1600-h/DSCI0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94islkEII/AAAAAAAAAk4/VDfBOd7fTME/s400/DSCI0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422185013856964738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94uGFlSTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/L9b3VBJTK5A/s1600-h/DSCI0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz94uGFlSTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/L9b3VBJTK5A/s400/DSCI0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422185209680709938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exit and entry hole together! :) you can figure it out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to help out their family set up for christmas, and my goodness the amount of decorations were amazing! there were tons of boxes and so much i kinda found it overwhelming a bit, but once everything was put in their spot i found it was really nice and it did feel like christmas. The only problem i found was that their family was very concerned about how things were put out, they have to be just so. and a lot of bickering went on. i'm thinking it's nice to have all that, but i could do without it. just put the stuff wherever and call it good! :) Sister Cope gave me my own window sill to place specific decorations in specific spots and i just put them down and called it good. she came in a looked at it and almost got teary eyed! :) guess she didn't have to change anything about that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93FpeAk0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/oTX-kc7G2X8/s1600-h/DSCI0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93FpeAk0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/oTX-kc7G2X8/s400/DSCI0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183415292138306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some i helped set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93WnQDwRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2gFyuHl4qgo/s1600-h/DSCI0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93WnQDwRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2gFyuHl4qgo/s400/DSCI0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183706754531602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93liqER0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dz-KsPGN644/s1600-h/DSCI0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz93liqER0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dz-KsPGN644/s400/DSCI0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183963219478338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the window sill i set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some more of Aaron's family, Auntie Ellen and Uncle George. They were really nice and even though they aren't members they were willing to talk with Sis Cope about church related things and they were completely understanding and supportive of their sister! :) i thought that was very cool! I had met other relatives of Aaron's when he was living up here in Colorado, another aunt and uncle who live in Castle Rock. They were just as fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dog bungee really didn't like me. I think he was abused when he was younger and so he is very cautious around people he doesn't know. So it's a good thing that they adopted him! poor guy! i was left at their home one day for a few hours so i could do a little homework, i worked on it for a little while and gave up, and as soon as they all left he started to bark at me. So i got one of his favorite treats and gave it to him. he left me alone the rest of the day but watched me like a hawk! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz92vua-OwI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CdzebGKcYXA/s1600-h/DSCI0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz92vua-OwI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CdzebGKcYXA/s400/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183038664456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dog bungee and Aaron, who doesn't really like his picture taken, but i did it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set up their thanksgiving dinner super fancy! 3 plates, 2 cups, silverware, napkins, placemates, and really cute tiny salts and peppers for each place. it was fun to see how another family celebrates thanksgiving! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly Aaron will be turning in his mission papers this month, which i'm going yay at! he is going to turn 20 next week and i'm totally thinking wow! i'm going to be 20 this year! when i was little i never really thought i was ever going to get to 20, i thought i was going to stay little for the rest of my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school i passed both of my classes, english was a B and Math was an A. i only got credit for my english class though since my math class was considered a high school class. i was unhappy when they put in that class since i have already taken it high school, but i figured i could do with a refresher! next semester i'm taking another english and math class and my schedule is going to be crazy! i have to get up extra early, get to the bus station at 6 in the morning and my first class is at 7. but i'm excited though! i really do like the mornings, but i just never really give myself enough time to get some sleep. so now i'm going to work on good sleeping habits and times. and i only have to go to campus 2 times a week now! last semester i had to go down there 4 times a week and sometimes my class would be cancelled when i got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also starting to give Flute lessons to this really nice little girl in our ward, and the parents are going to pay me double an hour that i usually get at work which totally surprised me! it's only a couple of lessons during the week in the morning, but i'm excited because this will be a great learning experience and i'll be able to pick up my flute again! now i just have to reteach myself some of the notes like the really high ones like D and E! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, work is going well. they seem to really appreciate me a little more ever since i went on my thanksgiving vacation. My supervisor calls me her right arm and we get along great! I worked the past 2 holidays and got double pay so i'm going to have a lot of money in my savings account for school and maybe a few fun things here and there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it! :) thanks for reading!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3435264094298745758?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3435264094298745758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3435264094298745758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3435264094298745758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3435264094298745758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-read-unless-you-have-good-amount.html' title='don&apos;t read unless you have a good amount of time! it&apos;s huge!! :)'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sz930dcNXYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/j_aIDZ7gTIE/s72-c/DSCI0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6995890332164679041</id><published>2009-09-26T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:31:47.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dragon pic</title><content type='html'>I was watching ben work on his coloring picture for one of his projects and it looked like fun, so he gave me his old tablet and pen so i could try it out! i wanted to color a fairy, but all the pictures of fairys have them not clothed completely, which is important to me. So i decided to go with a dragon instead! You like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sr7qlUER9LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/z7lSoBBrAHo/s1600-h/Dragon!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sr7qlUER9LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/z7lSoBBrAHo/s400/Dragon!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386000131144414386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6995890332164679041?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6995890332164679041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6995890332164679041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6995890332164679041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6995890332164679041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/09/dragon-pic.html' title='dragon pic'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sr7qlUER9LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/z7lSoBBrAHo/s72-c/Dragon!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-955867550850860921</id><published>2009-09-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:07:26.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SrkSV5zxgyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5oCrNZlkjSw/s1600-h/Pickles+2009-09-22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SrkSV5zxgyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5oCrNZlkjSw/s320/Pickles+2009-09-22.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384354997002666786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-955867550850860921?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/955867550850860921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=955867550850860921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/955867550850860921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/955867550850860921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/09/made-my-day.html' title='Made my day!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SrkSV5zxgyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5oCrNZlkjSw/s72-c/Pickles+2009-09-22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2079005626966367086</id><published>2009-08-04T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:22:04.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever</title><content type='html'>By Gail Carson Levine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! another book review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book to a point. It is a fairy tale, so i'm pretty sure you guys out there wouldn't want to read it, or at least admit you read it. But it's about a god, olus, who finds the human race really interesting. he decides to live with the mortals and he ends up renting land from a wealthy family and herds goats. He watches the family really close and comes to love the daughter of the family. after the mother of the family gets sick, the father swears to their god, admat, that if he healed her, he would sacrifice the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SnhtpJ_EtkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vFS3CjM-ATA/s1600-h/n252285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SnhtpJ_EtkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vFS3CjM-ATA/s320/n252285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366159509834479170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first person who gives him congratulations. But the oath is only valid for 3 days, after that, he need not follow through with his promise. Then an aunt who lives with the family pushes to come in and see her sick sister after being told and pushed to not go in, comes in and starts to give the father congratulations but the daughter interrupts and gives her father congratulations to save her aunt's life. Thus starts the adventure of finding admat to let her live and olus helps her find a way to live, all the while falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my fairy tales. Although i do think it is a good fairy tale, actually reading the book is really confusing at first. It switches from one view point to another. It starts out from olus' view point then trades back and fourth from his view, to the daughters view. i didn't figure out how to tell which view point i was reading from until halfway through the book! it tells you at the beginning of the chapter. it'll say Olus if it is from his view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2079005626966367086?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2079005626966367086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2079005626966367086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2079005626966367086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2079005626966367086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever.html' title='Ever'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SnhtpJ_EtkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vFS3CjM-ATA/s72-c/n252285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-41219260826051988</id><published>2009-07-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:42:18.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was such a funny comic, i had to share it with everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sm3K1grdmNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E07swQperEc/s1600-h/Zits+2009-07-27."&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sm3K1grdmNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E07swQperEc/s400/Zits+2009-07-27." border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363165751922235602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-41219260826051988?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/41219260826051988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=41219260826051988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/41219260826051988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/41219260826051988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-was-such-funny-comic-i-had-to.html' title='This was such a funny comic, i had to share it with everyone!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sm3K1grdmNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E07swQperEc/s72-c/Zits+2009-07-27.' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-401628306598939205</id><published>2009-07-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:21:35.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm!!</title><content type='html'>DA DA DAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a powerful storm the other night, it was crazy! there was a couple tornadoes, but not where we live. But we did get a good amount of hail and rain! it was really weird, because i was in the basement and i went up stairs and i smelled rain, so i went out to my car to make sure my windows were closed because i knew the back windows weren't. and it was misty, it wasn't raining, just a ton of moisture was in the air. i thought that was weird because it hardly ever does that here in colorado. so i closed my windows, waved to ben as he left the house. and went back inside. i went back to what i was doing and heard some thumping on the roof. so i looked out the window and there was hail. so i went to the back porch and pulled the cushions off of the chair and pulled down Greta's bucket of balls and luckily the hail didn't come down really hard as i was doing that. but as soon as i finished the hail started coming down really hard. i was about to hide in the basement when dad came out of his room because he had already gone to bed and was surprised at how big the hail was, i think it was at least half inch hail. we watched the storm pass by. it was really quick too. i got some pictures in, so enjoy the evidence of this epic tale!! 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and it was big!! i really wanted to jump in it, but didn't want to get wet right before i went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SmctqtA6UJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LtMBXgqUUu8/s1600-h/DSCI0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SmctqtA6UJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LtMBXgqUUu8/s400/DSCI0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361304093069037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-401628306598939205?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/401628306598939205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=401628306598939205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/401628306598939205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/401628306598939205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/07/storm.html' title='Storm!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Smcres2k-5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/DHRytC_EMbo/s72-c/DSCI0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5886504954501467281</id><published>2009-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:47:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>My goodness! There really hasn't been anything interesting going on in my life right now! Well.. maybe you guys would find it interesting... I'm sure mom and dad told most of you that i have a boyfriend now, and they are right, i do have a boyfriend! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Aaron, he is a member of the church, he hasn't gone on a mission yet, but he will! He is exactly 5 months older than me! He is probably about as tall as Ben, so the poor guy has to bend down if the wants to hug me. I met some of his &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltW_B89IMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/WIRTURm_zSA/s1600-h/4500aa9237f6__1245142385000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltW_B89IMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/WIRTURm_zSA/s400/4500aa9237f6__1245142385000.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971822543184066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family last friday, his mom (who is actually shorter than me! so his dad must be really tall!), his cool little sister. She is... i think 17.. she is really cool though, she likes to cook, but she loves baking pastries, so props to her! She has the patience for it, i surely don't! His Aunt and Uncle, and their two kids. They were nice enough to wait to eat dinner so that i could join them. i didn't get to their place until 8:00 ish. we spent the whole night teasing each other and telling stories. They would ask me a few questions now and then to try to bring me into the conversation, which i appreciated, but they let me just listen to them and enjoy the conversation, which i really appreciated! I don't really have any wit, so all my jokes are bad! So i'm glad i didn't feel like i had to joke with them because they would have gotten some really bad jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i have done is read a couple books!! so here starts the reviews!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisingr&lt;br /&gt;By Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the first two so i could remember what happened in this one. Honestly this one was not very fun for me to get through. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltWicO3yiI/AAAAAAAAAho/DPQw_n_3dUU/s1600-h/brisingr.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltWicO3yiI/AAAAAAAAAho/DPQw_n_3dUU/s400/brisingr.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971331381447202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was a lot of details, and things that i don't think were really important to the story, like there was this one part with a random hummingbird. and i could not figure out if the humming bird was important to the story. i don't think it was. i liked all the important stuff, and i wanted the story to move further on, but after i read this one, i felt like we could have skipped a good portion of the middle. i still enjoyed reading it though. it's good for anyone who likes fantasy, there is a little bit of descriptions of gross things like blood and battles and such. i like these books because i like dragons, and a little magic. But the dragons are the best! Dragons rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;By Elie Wiesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a book about his experiences in concentration camps. you know, during the holocaust. Honestly i find these stories &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltWpEl7kkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ydCCJc-NWc0/s1600-h/night-wiesel.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltWpEl7kkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ydCCJc-NWc0/s400/night-wiesel.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971445294797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;completely interesting! It fascinates me to read or hear about how people can really hate each other. How a group of people can take control and cause something like this to happen. It also amazes me how people can be caught up in the middle and have no idea how to react, like all the soldiers that were forced to do all those horrible things. I don't believe that the whole German army all thought that they needed to get rid of the "lesser" people. Fear can make almost anyone do anything to survive. But i do believe that there were a good number of people who wanted to get rid of the "bad" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do think it's interesting to see how the jews viewed this happenings on a religious level. Though out this book Wiesel talks about how he was questioning God, and asking how could He be all powerful and let these bad things happen. But i was reminded of the story in the Book of Mormon - Alma 14 (8-11)&lt;br /&gt;  8 And they brought their wives and children together, and whosoever believed or had been taught to believe in the word of God they caused that they should be acast into the fire; and they also brought forth their records which contained the holy scriptures, and cast them into the fire also, that they might be bburned and destroyed by fire.&lt;br /&gt;  9 And it came to pass that they took Alma and Amulek, and carried them forth to the place of amartyrdom, that they might witness the destruction of those who were consumed by fire.&lt;br /&gt;  10 And when Amulek saw the pains of the women and children who were consuming in the fire, he also was pained; and he said unto Alma: How can we witness this awful scene? Therefore let us stretch forth our hands, and exercise the apower of God which is in us, and save them from the flames.&lt;br /&gt;  11 But Alma said unto him: The Spirit constraineth me that I must not stretch forth mine hand; for behold the Lord receiveth them up unto himself, in aglory; and he doth suffer that they may do this thing, or that the people may do this thing unto them, according to the hardness of their hearts, that the bjudgments which he shall exercise upon them in his wrath may be just; and the cblood of the dinnocent shall stand as a witness against them, yea, and cry mightily against them at the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!! SOAPBOX AHEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me how quickly people will yell at Heavenly Father for not making their lives comfortable, and easy. We see our lives as an opportunity to better ourselves, to have experiences that we wouldn't be able to have without a body. I see our lives as a blessing no matter how hard it may become. I don't regret the decisions i have made because those decisions have given me experience, and have helped me become who i am. I may not like all the things about me, but i am willing to work on those and try to change them. People of other faiths, even the christian ones, don't see their lives like that. they are always bordering on uncertainty. the possibility that they could be wrong, or the possibility that we may just be here, no reason at all. I do not understand why people just accept that when they die that is it. what is the purpose of life if that is all? i think that if that is all there is to life, then we would have no desire to help each other. we would all be doing bad things, hurting each other, and not answering to anyone. I believe that because we had a life before we were born we try to do good to each other. We haven't been parted from all knowledge we had before. Just because the vail has made us forget, doesn't mean we know something is true. Everyone deep down knows that we have a Heavenly Father, and we will be able to return to him if we so choose. Some people just have to be reminded of that. And if they choose not to listen, that is their decision. It doesn't mean that you have failed. Beyond that point it does get a little more complicated for us to understand how Heavenly Father will judge, so i'll leave it at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a good book for anyone to read, if they wish to read about some depressing stuff. and it's a quick read too! only took me a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5886504954501467281?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5886504954501467281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5886504954501467281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5886504954501467281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5886504954501467281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SltW_B89IMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/WIRTURm_zSA/s72-c/4500aa9237f6__1245142385000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5940766119475880938</id><published>2009-06-21T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:34:48.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sj5TEwzhU1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HShqiZ2Atb0/s1600-h/BC+2009-06-21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sj5TEwzhU1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HShqiZ2Atb0/s400/BC+2009-06-21.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349804748648305490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5940766119475880938?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5940766119475880938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5940766119475880938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5940766119475880938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5940766119475880938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Sj5TEwzhU1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HShqiZ2Atb0/s72-c/BC+2009-06-21.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4636918223488561167</id><published>2009-05-25T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:26:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecan Chews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Shs3Kmk4BRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NorbRBQ0mfg/s1600-h/the_ultimate_buttery_maple_pecan_chew.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Shs3Kmk4BRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NorbRBQ0mfg/s320/the_ultimate_buttery_maple_pecan_chew.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922438471288082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350, rack in the middle position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C Butter (2 sticks)&lt;br /&gt;3 C brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda3 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 C finely chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;4 C flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter and add brown sugar. Mix well and let cool. add beaten eggs and mix. Add salt, baking soda, vanilla, and nuts. Mix well. Add flour and mix until flour is thoroughly distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease the cookie sheet. Form dough into balls with your fingers. Place them on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. Press them down with a spatula. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes. Let the cookies sit on sheet for a minute then remove!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4636918223488561167?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4636918223488561167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4636918223488561167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4636918223488561167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4636918223488561167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/05/pecan-chews.html' title='Pecan Chews'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/Shs3Kmk4BRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NorbRBQ0mfg/s72-c/the_ultimate_buttery_maple_pecan_chew.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4338744107203049068</id><published>2009-05-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:15:09.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regency Ginger Crisps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShLbBYe94_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tq6GNzp6Edw/s1600-h/ginger-cookies-ck-364841-l.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShLbBYe94_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tq6GNzp6Edw/s320/ginger-cookies-ck-364841-l.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337569325186147314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not preheat over, the dough has to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C melted butter (1 1/2 sticks)&lt;br /&gt;1 C brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 large beaten egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C molasses &lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 C flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C white sugar in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt butter and mix in sugar. Let mixture cool and then add egg. Add soda, molasses, salt, and ginger. Stir it thoroughly. Add flour and mix in. Chill the dough for at least 1 hour, overnight is even better.&lt;br /&gt;When the dough has chilled, preheat oven to 375 degrees, rack in the middle position.&lt;br /&gt;Roll dough into walnut sized balls with your hands. Roll the dough balls in white sugar. Place them on  greased cookie sheets, 12 to a standard sheet. Flatten them with a spatula.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 10-12 minutes or until nicely browned. Cool on cookie sheets for no more than a minute otherwise they will stick and be really hard to take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good tip for molasses, you can spray the cup or teaspoons of whatever you are using to measure molasses with cooking spray like pam to prevent a ton of sticking. i'm pretty sure that it will stick, just less so than normal. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4338744107203049068?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4338744107203049068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4338744107203049068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4338744107203049068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4338744107203049068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/05/regency-ginger-crisps.html' title='Regency Ginger Crisps'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShLbBYe94_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tq6GNzp6Edw/s72-c/ginger-cookies-ck-364841-l.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7214283687673665220</id><published>2009-05-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:22:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShFvNnQzqgI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SEODXp4dXpw/s1600-h/CHOCOLATE+CHIP+COOKIE+Image.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShFvNnQzqgI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SEODXp4dXpw/s320/CHOCOLATE+CHIP+COOKIE+Image.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337169313079208450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees F, with the rack in the middle position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C butter (2 sticks melted)&lt;br /&gt;1 C white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 C brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 C flour&lt;br /&gt;2 C crushed corn flakes&lt;br /&gt;1 - 2 C chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter, add the sugars and stir. Add soda, salt, vanilla, and beaten eggs. Mix well. Then add flour and stir it in. Add crushed corn flakes and chocolate chips and mix it all thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;Form dough into walnut-sized balls with your fingers and place on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. Press them down with a floured or greased fork in a crisscross pattern much like the kind you put on peanut butter cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 for 10 minutes. cool on cookie sheet for 2 minutes, then remove to a wire rack until they are completely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really like these cookies, but the recipe must be adjusted depending oh how your oven cooks, i cooked mine for 9 minutes, and i almost think i should have done just 8. when you melt the butter it makes the cookie chewy, so i want to find out what would happen when you don't melt the butter. but i haven't tried it yet! enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7214283687673665220?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7214283687673665220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7214283687673665220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7214283687673665220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7214283687673665220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-chip-crunch-cookies.html' title='Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ShFvNnQzqgI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SEODXp4dXpw/s72-c/CHOCOLATE+CHIP+COOKIE+Image.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-999639481267435533</id><published>2009-05-14T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:52:36.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder</title><content type='html'>By Joanne Fluke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is pretty good. one of my friends gave it to me as a birthday present last year, and i didn't get around to reading it for a long time. i honestly didn't think it was going to be a good book. it is almost appropriate for anyone any age, so i wouldn't read it to little kids. It is about this small town that suddenly has a murder. The main character owns a little shop, and she makes &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SgxaWzfvoII/AAAAAAAAAhA/P5BBSIU5SuE/s1600-h/n65044.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SgxaWzfvoII/AAAAAAAAAhA/P5BBSIU5SuE/s320/n65044.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335739006354169986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cookies. at one point the book actually includes recipes for vairous cookies that are mentioned in the story, and i tried out the chocolate chip crisps, and they are really good. i want to try all the cookies in the book, they sound so good, ginger snaps, sugar cookies, cherry chocolate, lemon bars.. yum! there wasn't any action in the book until the last few chapters where the main character comes face to face with the killer and doesn't know it until the character pulls out a gun. and i just couldn't figure out who had murdered 2 people until the main character was in the same room as the killer, then it just hit me. i think i was more interested in the cookies and how they came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next read: eragon (i've already read this one, but i haven't read the third, and i don't remember what happened in the first two, so now i have to go back and read them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-999639481267435533?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/999639481267435533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=999639481267435533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/999639481267435533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/999639481267435533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-chip-cookie-murder.html' title='Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SgxaWzfvoII/AAAAAAAAAhA/P5BBSIU5SuE/s72-c/n65044.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3593774682344138575</id><published>2009-05-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:40:08.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfxbQq45P7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/RG6XOmVfcKc/s1600-h/chocolate-2.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfxbQq45P7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/RG6XOmVfcKc/s320/chocolate-2.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331236400848781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe chocolate won over vanilla! i love chocolate like any other person, but i do like vanilla just a little more than chocolate. so i guess i really shouldn't be surprised. 4 out of 5 people voted chocolate over 1 vote for vanilla (yes i did vote for vanilla). YAY CHOCOLATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3593774682344138575?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3593774682344138575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3593774682344138575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3593774682344138575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3593774682344138575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/05/poll-results.html' title='Poll results'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfxbQq45P7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/RG6XOmVfcKc/s72-c/chocolate-2.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2190749632295229749</id><published>2009-04-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:37:36.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Meet Again</title><content type='html'>By Mary Higgins Clark&lt;br /&gt;This book reminded me of how much i enjoy the murder mystery novels. i haven't read a mystery novel for such a long time, and now i'm  ready to start another!&lt;br /&gt;At first i couldn't really follow the story, because it jumps from different points of view, instead of one single person. From one time to another time, from one person to another. but once you really get into it, it is easier to read. So i totally enjoyed to book and look forward to the other books Clark has written. At first i couldn't tell who did it, the co-workers, the maid, or even the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfezO6C_QUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r958ChZEkyk/s1600-h/n48024.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfezO6C_QUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r958ChZEkyk/s320/n48024.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925752697602370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid's son, or the wife who was originally accused of killing her husband. Or maybe it was even the lover who had gotten pregnant before the man's death. I was confused on what was happing at the hospital that the man was working at, and why it seemed like no one was getting help. but the last 10 chapters (her chapters are short!) cleared it up. And i was thrown off at the end, i thought i had it all figured out when it was a certain person had killed the doctor. WOW! i won't tell very much because i don't want to ruin it for anyone who might want to read it, but if you want to know all the juicy story, then you can e-mail me and i'll tell you all about it. that goes for any of the reviews i might do.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing about this book is that i wish there was a little more action, like the main character usually almost loses their life, but this one went by so fast that i think it only contained like just a couple pages. i know, silly of me to want a little more action, but that keeps me so much more interested in the book! oh well, can't win them all!&lt;br /&gt;good for anyone who likes the mystery type books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2190749632295229749?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2190749632295229749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2190749632295229749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2190749632295229749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2190749632295229749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-meet-again.html' title='We&apos;ll Meet Again'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfezO6C_QUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r958ChZEkyk/s72-c/n48024.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7717815325827994280</id><published>2009-04-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:51:49.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfZFEega9oI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kMW7CdIu2hw/s1600-h/3-7-08-toilet-paper.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfZFEega9oI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kMW7CdIu2hw/s320/3-7-08-toilet-paper.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329523152250402434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 5 out of 8 people said that the toilet paper should be on the top. but then three said that it doesn't really matter. so congrats to you people who care about how the toilet paper comes out, and not that there is any in the bathroom! :)&lt;br /&gt;please check out my next poll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7717815325827994280?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7717815325827994280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7717815325827994280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7717815325827994280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7717815325827994280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/04/poll-results.html' title='Poll results'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfZFEega9oI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kMW7CdIu2hw/s72-c/3-7-08-toilet-paper.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6006327154068138449</id><published>2009-04-24T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:20:06.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfH0wh3J48I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YqOxgYL6C6o/s1600-h/0060598247.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfH0wh3J48I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YqOxgYL6C6o/s320/0060598247.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328308948716610498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was this book LONG! the main reason i read it was because i love the movies! and i wanted to read the next book, Voyage of the dawn treader, because it is going to be the next movie and i wanted a little snipit of what it was going to be like. the movie doesn't come out til next year. i wish i was coming out this year!&lt;br /&gt;The books are really good. i can't believe that they were meant as children's stories! i started these books a long time ago, i can't even remember when i had started it! it took some motivation for sure, especially when it seemed like the story wasn't going anywhere. and i'm not really patient with long books like that. so i'm totally proud that i finished it!&lt;br /&gt;I feel that after reading the books, i have a better understanding of some of the things that happened in the movie. For instance, in the second movie they talk about Telmarines, and i had no idea where they came from, they just happened to be there. but reading the books, they give you a wider scope of what the land was like, there wasn't just Narnia, there were different lands like Calormerene and telmar. other kingdoms that the kings and queens had treaties and wars against before the four went back to their own world. i think i like the idea of a world with different people living together, whether at war or not, opposed to the closed in view of narnia, like the movies kind of put it. maybe they will get a better view in the next movie, and make it look like there are more than just narnias around.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only part i didn't like of the books was the way it ended! i won't say anymore than that, just in case some of you may want to read it and don't want the ending ruined for you. just know i thought it would be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6006327154068138449?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6006327154068138449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6006327154068138449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6006327154068138449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6006327154068138449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/04/chronicles-of-narnia.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SfH0wh3J48I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YqOxgYL6C6o/s72-c/0060598247.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2911794732653285641</id><published>2009-04-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:27:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I put a poll on the blog, just to see what everyone's opinion was. I sat through a whole conversation of this! i think it at least lasted for about a good 20 minutes. mom and ben were fighting about how the roll should be replaced. what is your opinion? Vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it be coming out of the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SevBV58elyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6py8CZdfL2c/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SevBV58elyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6py8CZdfL2c/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326563566371641122" /&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;Or should it be coming out of the bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SevBcdaG7dI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TO1HGQifH4Q/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SevBcdaG7dI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TO1HGQifH4Q/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326563678970375634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2911794732653285641?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2911794732653285641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2911794732653285641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2911794732653285641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2911794732653285641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SevBV58elyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6py8CZdfL2c/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8519819049127195470</id><published>2009-03-30T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:53:34.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SdDczH1mryI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IHPLgHQGsrc/s1600-h/Wizard+of+ID~+2009-03-29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SdDczH1mryI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IHPLgHQGsrc/s320/Wizard+of+ID~+2009-03-29.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993930759876386" /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SdDc2ybMr-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2MXyHRXAx9c/s1600-h/Mother+Goose+and+Grim+2009-03-30.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SdDc2ybMr-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2MXyHRXAx9c/s320/Mother+Goose+and+Grim+2009-03-30.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993993731452898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8519819049127195470?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8519819049127195470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8519819049127195470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8519819049127195470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8519819049127195470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotta-love-comics.html' title='Gotta Love Comics'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SdDczH1mryI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IHPLgHQGsrc/s72-c/Wizard+of+ID~+2009-03-29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-273102519439407841</id><published>2009-03-23T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:34:31.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journaling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScfIIbwmdTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WLkClci39HU/s1600-h/journal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScfIIbwmdTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WLkClci39HU/s320/journal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316437932350272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to journal, but i am way to lazy to actually do it. so I wanted to record down in my written journal what i was thinking. So i started writing when we were in snack during nursery. The leader noticed and said that there is a website, LDSjournal.com that records your journal entries, and you can even print it into a book. I've been looking at the website and it is really cool. there are parts where it asks you simple questions that you can answer about you childhood. And when you want to there is an option where you can specify how you want your journal to be printed and they will print it into a book. i think this is one thing i can keep up. at least it might give me more ideas on what to blog about....  lets hope! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-273102519439407841?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/273102519439407841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=273102519439407841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/273102519439407841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/273102519439407841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/03/journaling.html' title='Journaling'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScfIIbwmdTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WLkClci39HU/s72-c/journal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-222044418728092980</id><published>2009-03-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:58:34.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows</title><content type='html'>I really love having my windows open. Whether it is in the car (especially my sunroof!), or at home i love being able to have my windows open. especially if it is warm enough outside to leave them open all night! i don't know what it is about it, but i always feel calmer and refreshed if they are open. today i opened the ones in my room and then just a couple in the kitchen. i got a nice &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScKVz4WfWSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ewhgGuwtCKQ/s1600-h/open+window+web.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScKVz4WfWSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ewhgGuwtCKQ/s320/open+window+web.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314975228783188258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;draft going now. i just wish we could get some screens on the windows in the kitchen, then i won't have to sit in there and make sure no bugs get in or anything. I feel spring coming on! yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-222044418728092980?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/222044418728092980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=222044418728092980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/222044418728092980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/222044418728092980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/03/windows.html' title='Windows'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/ScKVz4WfWSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ewhgGuwtCKQ/s72-c/open+window+web.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8277643447511458203</id><published>2009-03-07T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:30:02.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite memories of when i was younger (cause i'm still young) is of the spring cleaning mom and dad would make us do every year. at the time I really, and i mean REALLY, hated it. i think it was because then i couldn't play with friends or laze about like i usually do. when spring cleaning came around, you would know by the loud music playing somewhere in the house, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SbLLFbswZrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NY1SQeZEeUs/s1600-h/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SbLLFbswZrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NY1SQeZEeUs/s320/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310530204818499250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and mom giving us tons of things to do. i would usually come up with an excuse to try to get out of it, which usually was i need to go to the bathroom! sometimes i really did need to go, and then ben and dianna would tease me about it a whole lot. by the way, i forgive you! :)&lt;br /&gt;But now a days i really enjoy a good cleaning session every now and then. to get myself in the right mood to enjoy cleaning, i usually start with my room. i clean it, then i rearrange it. which then just loads me on with more cleaning. that way you can get the ultimate good clean feeling, knowing that you cleaned out underneath absolutely everything possible, and reorganize your stuff. i really like that. especially when you can figure out that this bottle of lotion would do better over on this shelf, because it is near the door or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;i only did half of that today because i really like the way my room is arranged right now. and i honestly love when everything is in it's place, but i'm just to lazy to keep it that way! then after doing that, me and dad both did some serious cleaning. we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SbLLLKP5xGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8XgEfjXzK0E/s1600-h/carpet-cleaner-man.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SbLLLKP5xGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8XgEfjXzK0E/s320/carpet-cleaner-man.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310530303213290594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vaccumed like crazy, we even got some of the spiderwebs that were just hanging around. we even broke out the carpet cleaner! dad did that while i did the dishes, took the pooch out when she was whining a lot, and mopped the kitchen floor! with all that said, i really like the smell of carpet cleaner! it reminds me of those warm summer days in illinois when all the windows were open and someone was cleaning the carpet.. ahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8277643447511458203?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8277643447511458203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8277643447511458203' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8277643447511458203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8277643447511458203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-spring-cleaning.html' title='Early spring cleaning'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SbLLFbswZrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NY1SQeZEeUs/s72-c/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8935822181586319556</id><published>2009-02-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:45:36.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvain</title><content type='html'>I was visiting with my friend Evan a couple weeks ago, and he told me i needed to read this book, so he gave me a copy and i figured i would read it to make him happy. what i actually found was that it is a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about King Arthur's knights and how one knight loses his honor. Yvain decides to fight for this knight's honor, he ends up killing the man and falling in love with the widow. they marry and he goes away with a deadline to get back or she vows not to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZjhFr865CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8EcWvKeZMec/s1600-h/couv_yvain_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZjhFr865CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8EcWvKeZMec/s320/couv_yvain_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303236049042596898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love him anymore. he doesn't come back by the deadline, and when he realizes it, he goes mad. he eventually regains his sanity and finds a lion with a snake biting the end of it's tail. he kills the snake and the lion follows him the rest of the lion's days. Yvain is now known as the knight with the lion. he goes through a series of battles to help poor maidens and he eventually gets his old love back. Yay for love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i would find for someone to turn away from this book is that it is an epic poem. written in the 1170s. i actually don't mind it very much, you just have to get used to the way it is formatted and all that jazz. i do recommend it for anyone who wants to be brave enough. a suggestion for it though, if you want to read an epic poem and want to get used to it, they are usually meant to be spoken, so give it a shot and treat it like one long sentence, until you get a period, then start over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8935822181586319556?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8935822181586319556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8935822181586319556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8935822181586319556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8935822181586319556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/02/yvain.html' title='Yvain'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZjhFr865CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8EcWvKeZMec/s72-c/couv_yvain_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2549991651569004182</id><published>2009-02-11T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:32:58.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>What do you think of my new look?&lt;br /&gt;Personally i really like it because it's the moon! nobody notices the moon now a days. i wanted to put a Spiderman picture before, but the website i went to didn't have any good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been really into stir fry. it is a great source of veggies to be sure! and with that comes the most important (well okay not the most inportant) ingredient, iron! i guess iron is what keeps you from feeling tired all the time. I was feeling tired for the longest time, before greta was around. I didn't understand it because i was sleeping a lot, and was getting close to 10 hours a night! I called it my catching up on the sleep i was deprived of during high school. so mom told me to take those huge &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9pQZ6eLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JX44NFS6D9Q/s1600-h/Chinese_Stir_Fry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9pQZ6eLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JX44NFS6D9Q/s320/Chinese_Stir_Fry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578596588615858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;multivitamins, and i hate taking those because i get a little sick when i do. so i took them for a couple days and then stopped. mom suggested eating more veggies so i went out and bought the cheap kind, the frozen kind. such like broccoli, sugar snap peas, and bell peppers. then one day i had bought chicken, but instead of the deboned kind, i accidentally bought the bone in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9iRUXtZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/k1_4RK0UlyE/s1600-h/baby_corn_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9iRUXtZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/k1_4RK0UlyE/s320/baby_corn_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578476574717330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i knew nobody was going to eat them, so i started using them. I thawed them out, and then dipped them into a rye flour mixture with a little of the ramen package seasoning (I was planning to use the noodles with this dish) and then sauteed them up with some peas and broccoli and peppers. i boiled the noodles and used some left over sesame seed sauce from a store bought stir fry, it wasn't as good, into the stir fry and them put them together and voila! really good, healthy-ish (better than a bag of chips &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9dCOE6GI/AAAAAAAAAew/D73LusqU9Qc/s1600-h/20105297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9dCOE6GI/AAAAAAAAAew/D73LusqU9Qc/s320/20105297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578386622441570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and soda) lunch! and if i was really needing to stretch my food dollar, i could have put some flour into the stir fry pan with a little butter, make a roux and add a little water, let it thicken a bit, and instant gravy! now all i need is to get some baby corn, water chestnuts, and bean sprouts and then i'm ready for business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2549991651569004182?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2549991651569004182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2549991651569004182' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2549991651569004182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2549991651569004182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SZL9pQZ6eLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JX44NFS6D9Q/s72-c/Chinese_Stir_Fry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6029563457577964508</id><published>2009-02-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:31:05.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!! a second post in one week! that's amazing!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i wanted to post at least one time about Greta (sorry dad!). I have been really amazed at how big she has gotten since the first day we had her. the pics do embiggen, but it is bad quality since they are off my phone. here is the first day we had her pic (that is mom's shoe) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOXKlYRxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CIi1WO21wsc/s1600-h/62c5611e8c06.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOXKlYRxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CIi1WO21wsc/s320/62c5611e8c06.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298993333951547154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was only a few days later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOnvTaJZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/w_JV2ZqjrYs/s1600-h/a04eb48ec451.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOnvTaJZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/w_JV2ZqjrYs/s320/a04eb48ec451.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298993618686190994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOzp1ZW2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/AmRCKd5v3XE/s1600-h/f80e50433a32.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOzp1ZW2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/AmRCKd5v3XE/s320/f80e50433a32.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298993823376563042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is such a smart dog! a week ago we had put little cardboard doors in front of the stairs so she couldn't go downstairs or upstairs because she didn't know how to go up and down stairs. and she picked that up so easily, it took only a few days. and then she kept complaining about how we tried to keep her in one area, blocking all the "exits". really it was just some boxes and a folding table that kept her in the family room so that we could keep and eye on her. mainly to make sure she didn't go in the house. i think she has finally been trained to wait and go outside, and let us know when she needs to go out, at least that is how she is with me. mom trained her to sit and she picked that up quickly. she is also learning how to fetch. that one is taking some time because she will go get the ball, but then come back halfway and sit down a chew the ball, but she has been more likely to bring it back when she is in the mood for the game. now we are working on getting her to come when you call her. i've been working on that, and dad is trying to train her to melt, or you might say it as lay down. she is getting it and i am totally surprised at how quick she can pick up things! i never really was around puppies, i guess you could say that i was when i was like one, but i don't remember it. so it's a great lesson for me to learn. More learning of patience, love and have a little fun on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6029563457577964508?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6029563457577964508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6029563457577964508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6029563457577964508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6029563457577964508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-second-post-in-one-week-thats.html' title='WOW!! a second post in one week! that&apos;s amazing!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYnOXKlYRxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CIi1WO21wsc/s72-c/62c5611e8c06.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-948862376229090437</id><published>2009-02-01T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:49:34.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafia to Mormon by Mario Facione</title><content type='html'>This is a great book that is an easy read! it is about a guy who basically lived with mafia type stuff his whole life. and he eventually gets a visit by missionaries right after he had a trip to salt lake city. he wasn't at home and so his wife gave them his special number nobody knew about. so the was freaking out about it. they called and with various visits and questions being &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYXSdhoxR3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RVIIMrvGIJ8/s1600-h/1555179770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYXSdhoxR3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RVIIMrvGIJ8/s320/1555179770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297871941358667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;answered he was baptized. but he didn't understand that he needed to quit the mafia business. he was scared because the partners he had were most likely going to kill him. but after some faith and a little trial he made it through! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is defanitaly a good book to read if you are feeling sort of low. it's spiritually uplifting and totally made me fee better about what is going on in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-948862376229090437?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/948862376229090437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=948862376229090437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/948862376229090437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/948862376229090437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/02/mafia-to-mormon-by-mario-facione.html' title='Mafia to Mormon by Mario Facione'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SYXSdhoxR3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RVIIMrvGIJ8/s72-c/1555179770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8876874975653990592</id><published>2009-01-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:10:07.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SWrQp2EdSVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-UIDAz7OpM8/s1600-h/left-4-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SWrQp2EdSVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-UIDAz7OpM8/s320/left-4-dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290270129607493970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently ben bought a game for our xbox 360, and it is called left 4 dead. it's a game about these 4 people are fighting off zombies and trying to make it to a point where they can be rescued. i enjoy the game, amazingly enough. usually i don't enjoy many shoot-em up games, especially when there is not much of a plot. but i enjoy this one because it goes through stages, you can help the people around you. and it really requires a team effort for you to survive. you can play the 4 levels online with a bunch of different people. sometimes you get people who are smart, and help you out when you are in need. but then you can also get stuck with some really dumb people who like to disturb the most dangerous zombies and leave you behind to get killed, or even go off on their own and you are constantly saving their behinds. there is also a setting online where you can be the zombies and attack the survivors. so over all i really like the game, which is amazing because i thought it was going to be really scary with zombies jumping out at me, i hate being scared. in fact i feel like playing it right now! so i guess i have a little carrie in me after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8876874975653990592?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8876874975653990592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8876874975653990592' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8876874975653990592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8876874975653990592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SWrQp2EdSVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-UIDAz7OpM8/s72-c/left-4-dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4956022478464533490</id><published>2008-12-31T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:41:46.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book review!</title><content type='html'>CAMILLA : A BIOGRAPHY OF CAMILLA EYRING KIMBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, no picture found... enjoy this one though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma gave me this book a long time ago, and i finally picked it up and read it. I really enjoyed this book, amazingly enough. I honestly was surprised at how much i didn't know about anything. Especially about President Kimball. Like how he had cancer, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SVvY38doq9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/HRJMj-iVkp0/s1600-h/attract_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SVvY38doq9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/HRJMj-iVkp0/s320/attract_1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286057043284241362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was the first apostle to be called that didn't live in Utah. All that jazz. I didn't even know that saints had moved into mexico to live free of the mobs that came after their families because of polygamy. So this book totally gave me a new outlook for the church during these times. And i found that, even though the Kimballs are a part of my family, i like reading about people's own experiences, and thinking how i might have acted in this certain situation, or that one. it's a good read for anyone who might was to learn a little more about the presidents life, or just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;"During the long hours of flight they slept, and then woke as they were about to land, fever broken. Spencer buttoned the collar of his damp shirt, pulled up his tie, and asked Camilla to brush his hair. She had enough sense of humor left to ask, "Which one?""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4956022478464533490?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4956022478464533490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4956022478464533490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4956022478464533490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4956022478464533490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-review.html' title='Book review!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SVvY38doq9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/HRJMj-iVkp0/s72-c/attract_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5934887720928450410</id><published>2008-12-20T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:24:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet, sweet victory of sales</title><content type='html'>Mom and i went to the bath and body works today, and there was this amazing sale going on! 5 bottles of lotion for $25!! they had new sents and some are really good. I was hoping to get body butter, for some reason i really love that stuff, but it wasn't included in the sale, so i decided to get cream instead. the cool thing is that if you bought three, it would have been $30. so you basically got more for free and at a lesser price! so as we went through the store, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SU2MT5ajcLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YEwiUTtjtjI/s1600-h/DCP_6129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SU2MT5ajcLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YEwiUTtjtjI/s320/DCP_6129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282032211433058482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i picked out vanilla warm sugar, pomegranate, rainkissed leaves, dancing waters and sweet pea. but as we were heading out to the sales line, mom spotted something i haven't seen before. Vanilla Noir. we decided to take a smell and it is so good!! i gave up my sweet pea for it! it is sweet like the vanilla warm sugar, but it has a deeper sent! it is one of my new favorites from bath and body works! these bottles go for $12 a bottle! Yay sales!! so i am set with lotions for a long, long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5934887720928450410?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5934887720928450410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5934887720928450410' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5934887720928450410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5934887720928450410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-sweet-victory-of-sales.html' title='The sweet, sweet victory of sales'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SU2MT5ajcLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YEwiUTtjtjI/s72-c/DCP_6129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6794153859508013825</id><published>2008-11-29T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:46:13.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin'</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving! ours was so good, but it was just another day. i'm always thankful for everything year round, but i do like a special day that gives our family an opportunity to eat together, and play games. I actually got them to play a couple games!! an i am loving eating grandma skiby's rolls and the turkey.. yum!&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing, little tiny flakes. it is only the second snow of the season, so it's about time it snowed! all my friends were complaining that it hadn't snowed the night before halloween. so i guess the snow is just a little late! i used to hate the snow, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/STFxrn6iS6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/iV7Ra_3YbW8/s1600-h/Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/STFxrn6iS6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/iV7Ra_3YbW8/s320/Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274121632890375074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mainly since i had to do so much walking in the snow during school that i hated it because i was always cold a wet. now i think i can really appreciate how pretty it is. last night i had my friends over, ones who have been going to school, so i haven't had a chance to hang out with them. they left about 1:00 in the morning, and it was snowing, the sky was light pink and it was beautiful! i just hope that feeling stays when i have to go to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6794153859508013825?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6794153859508013825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6794153859508013825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6794153859508013825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6794153859508013825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothin.html' title='Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/STFxrn6iS6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/iV7Ra_3YbW8/s72-c/Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7379295697269450291</id><published>2008-11-24T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:35:46.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>I know, your saying 'what a christmas post this early? it's only a few more days until thanksgiving!!'&lt;br /&gt;i know, but i'm so excited about this, and i do love thanksgiving so much, i'm really excited for the food, and the pie, the cranberry sauce, and the turkey sandwiches after the turkey and gravy... but i think i can post about all that love on the actual day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been really enjoying buying christmas presents for people. mom gave us kids a wish list, Dianna told me a few things she would like, and i even got a few cheap things Ben would like for christmas (all of his were way too expensive, so he gave me cheaper things). i would also like to know what Jeff would like.. make a note of that. and if anyone wants to recieve a little present that i can afford i would be totally glad to get it for you! now i have no idea what dad would like that is within my budget, i asked him and he said a new car... can't really afford that... maybe some candy or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have these 2 best friends that i wanted to give them presents, and since they are like brothers, i gave them similar presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what the boxes look like, and then i will wrap them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkTHyXI5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/vGymYpufYDE/s1600-h/DCP_6112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkTHyXI5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/vGymYpufYDE/s320/DCP_6112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277330949514130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkdFJPzvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lBRjsQly6dE/s1600-h/DCP_6115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkdFJPzvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lBRjsQly6dE/s320/DCP_6115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277502038888178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkjuE7FeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KpjCMcE5fgg/s1600-h/DCP_6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkjuE7FeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KpjCMcE5fgg/s320/DCP_6116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277616105821666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkrBlEGAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/onKO3IREHso/s1600-h/DCP_6117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkrBlEGAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/onKO3IREHso/s320/DCP_6117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277741599987714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what is inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkzVveIlI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DeI5eywg90c/s1600-h/DCP_6120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkzVveIlI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DeI5eywg90c/s320/DCP_6120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277884451299922" /&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;this one is going to Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlX8sBpcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OBxEc25D_H0/s1600-h/DCP_6122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlX8sBpcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OBxEc25D_H0/s320/DCP_6122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272278513381123522" /&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;This one is going to Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlmQB50PI/AAAAAAAAAco/8G1CPxmI_ow/s1600-h/DCP_6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlmQB50PI/AAAAAAAAAco/8G1CPxmI_ow/s320/DCP_6123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272278759091327218" /&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;and this is just to show how big they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlvutsI1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/uQGmZVjzxvs/s1600-h/DCP_6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrlvutsI1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/uQGmZVjzxvs/s320/DCP_6125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272278921946866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7379295697269450291?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7379295697269450291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7379295697269450291' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7379295697269450291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7379295697269450291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SSrkTHyXI5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/vGymYpufYDE/s72-c/DCP_6112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8018465334945001900</id><published>2008-11-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:27:07.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!!</title><content type='html'>i was looking at my email in yahoo, and i saw an advertisement for the church!! how crazy is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8018465334945001900?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8018465334945001900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8018465334945001900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8018465334945001900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8018465334945001900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet.html' title='Sweet!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4603104041889209921</id><published>2008-11-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:08:47.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeeze and crackers!!</title><content type='html'>i was really surprised that barb had tagged me. never thought that would happen!&lt;br /&gt;so i first have to say thank you for giving me something to blog about! i have such a boring life, no humor, and spend my time working on things at home than surf the web and find cool stuff! so here it goes!! Yay! and this is not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things i am passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;-the gospel&lt;br /&gt;-living life as upbeat you can (understanding you have those days, but i do believe it is a choice)&lt;br /&gt;-being honest about everything, in particular your work&lt;br /&gt;-seeing people as spirit siblings, instead of someone i really really really hate!!! GRR!&lt;br /&gt;-my family&lt;br /&gt;-my friends - those who are still talking to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;-being a role model to all those around me, young old, mean, smart - all that jazz&lt;br /&gt;-understanding where and why people get their ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things i want to do before i die/wish list:&lt;br /&gt;-fly in a helicopter - conscious and no one hurt in the helicopter&lt;br /&gt;-get a jet ski&lt;br /&gt;-keep my promise to dad about importing him a foreign car&lt;br /&gt;-getting some land near family and have some horses and go horseback riding!&lt;br /&gt;-go to hawaii&lt;br /&gt;-create the greatest dish anyone has ever tasted! (or at least something really really really good)&lt;br /&gt;-learn to play the piano (the left hand)&lt;br /&gt;-go on a mission, either when i turn 21, or with my husband... whatever the Lord wills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things i have learned/am learning in my life:&lt;br /&gt;-Patience is everything!! oh my goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;-some people enjoy their misery, even if it hurts them more in the end&lt;br /&gt;-education is actually fun, and not just something that you have the younger age groups do to keep them out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;-God is really smart!&lt;br /&gt;-life takes work, and you can't have everything on a silver platter.&lt;br /&gt;-when you work for something by yourself, and earn every little bit of it, it is so much more satisfying than having it handed to you.&lt;br /&gt;-you need to kick life in the butt!! Yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;-you can still be a forceful manager/supervisor (or whatever you want to put there) and still be fun to be around and approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things i currently want/need:&lt;br /&gt;-money (want/need)&lt;br /&gt;-education (want/need)&lt;br /&gt;-nice clothing - including shoes!! (want)&lt;br /&gt;-food in my stomach... mmmm... hot dog... (need/want)&lt;br /&gt;-one of those cup chairs that can be folded like a camping chair (want)&lt;br /&gt;-paint for my room (want)&lt;br /&gt;-a better computer to run the sims 3!! (want)&lt;br /&gt;-learn how to speak danish (want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places i want to see/visit&lt;br /&gt;-denmark&lt;br /&gt;-egypt&lt;br /&gt;-hawaii&lt;br /&gt;-the sacred grove&lt;br /&gt;-the southern pyramids, peru, belize..etc.&lt;br /&gt;-anywhere in europe&lt;br /&gt;-provo&lt;br /&gt;-burger king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;-red robin&lt;br /&gt;-hacienda colorado&lt;br /&gt;-buca&lt;br /&gt;-carinos&lt;br /&gt;-fazoli's&lt;br /&gt;-subway&lt;br /&gt;-that chinese place we used to go to in roy&lt;br /&gt;-the other chinese place that was in logan that was a buffet (i also like mandarin garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 tv shows i can't live without&lt;br /&gt;-what not to wear&lt;br /&gt;-home makeover edition&lt;br /&gt;-good eats&lt;br /&gt;-food network challenge&lt;br /&gt;-hey arnold (yes, i still like my old kid cartoons)&lt;br /&gt;-the amazing spiderman&lt;br /&gt;-whose line is it anyway (when it isn't gross and not clean)&lt;br /&gt;-dexter's lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things i look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;-moving to utah&lt;br /&gt;-christmas time (i actually look forward to giving presents than receiving them, although getting presents is still a treat!)&lt;br /&gt;-playing games when someone in the family is actually willing to play with me&lt;br /&gt;-seeing any of my friends&lt;br /&gt;-a special occasion, like going to eat lunch with dad at work&lt;br /&gt;-getting new clothing&lt;br /&gt;-yummy drinks like hot chocolate, cider, and fuze&lt;br /&gt;-the next stage in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the chance of telling all of you a little more about myself!&lt;br /&gt;i now tag ben!! bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4603104041889209921?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4603104041889209921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4603104041889209921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4603104041889209921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4603104041889209921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/11/jeeze-and-crackers.html' title='jeeze and crackers!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7354809069247917055</id><published>2008-11-03T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:51:32.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly!</title><content type='html'>i was just on the internet, and i actually thought of something funny!&lt;br /&gt;At least i think it is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SQ-AV0d8bhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WocXyOrpaMQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SQ-AV0d8bhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WocXyOrpaMQ/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264567601769246226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer, get off the internet, and turn off your computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7354809069247917055?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7354809069247917055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7354809069247917055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7354809069247917055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7354809069247917055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly.html' title='silly!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SQ-AV0d8bhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WocXyOrpaMQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-741590836736330024</id><published>2008-10-24T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:40:43.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Barb's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style=" background: #000 url(http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/img/badge.jpg) no-repeat 0 0; display: block; width: 322px; height: 157px; text-align: center; padding-top: 150px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 30px; color: #ff9900; " href="http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/"&gt; &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;I could survive for&lt;/span&gt; 47 seconds &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bunkbeds.net"&gt;Bunk Beds.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! i'm so weak!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-741590836736330024?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/741590836736330024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=741590836736330024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/741590836736330024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/741590836736330024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/10/answer-to-barbs-blog.html' title='Answer to Barb&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5417337753045752240</id><published>2008-10-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:48:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to really love pictures. i hate having to take the time to take them, and then later on remember what was going on then. so i guess that is what scrap-booking is for, huh? i have never thought i was photogenic, and i don't ever think i will like any of the pictures i will be taken in, but i do like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SPi-5M3436I/AAAAAAAAATw/f8lmjRc060k/s1600-h/n1276208156_9610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SPi-5M3436I/AAAAAAAAATw/f8lmjRc060k/s320/n1276208156_9610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258162454872514466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               so if you had taken any pics of me up at the cabin, or really any pic of anything, please send it to me. i had my camera out for like, five minutes and then got tired of relatives giving me the look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Next is news, some of you know because i had mentioned something up at the cabin. i have been promoted! now i am at status of supervisor. although i am doing more managing work because my manager is lazy and can't seem to do it himself because he would rather be cooking than taking care of the paperwork that i now have to do. but i'm being positive about what i am doing. i just get to make sure the kids stay safe while plating all the food, and not eating when we are working! especially behind the line (the line is where we plate the food right in front of the customers or residents. in the dining room they do that in the kitchen, but this is the cafe). &lt;br /&gt;           i have been having fun and only getting a few problems from certain people, like Ben's girlfriend's little brother. he just doesn't like me and i can't seem to get along with him, so i just leave it at that. my manager assures me that if he gives me a ton of trouble, then he is either going to have to switch back to the dining, or leave all together. so we will see what happens. i've tried to get along and all but he won't have it. but on a more exciting note, i got to actually cook yesterday! we had a chinese theme going on, so i got to stir fry all the veggies the residents would pick out and serve it to them! it was so much fun and the highlight of my day! one of my friends in the kitchen, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SPjBwBxPKiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pd0OFPAjfKI/s1600-h/42-15440420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SPjBwBxPKiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pd0OFPAjfKI/s320/42-15440420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258165595807885858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rick said that the chef has a plan for me.. a way for me to learn so much faster than if i was in the prep cook position i wanted peeling potatoes and not doing much of learning. i was thinking, i would really like it if he would tell me all this, because i would like to know so i could have the patience. but we will see. everyone says that i had made the right decision. since i had already "perfected" the dining room, and know every aspect of it, that i needed to move on and try something else. so i suspect they are going to have more bars that require cooking so that i can learn how to cook for restaurants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5417337753045752240?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5417337753045752240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5417337753045752240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5417337753045752240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5417337753045752240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SPi-5M3436I/AAAAAAAAATw/f8lmjRc060k/s72-c/n1276208156_9610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2347708576075725071</id><published>2008-09-25T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:07:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first adult purchase!!</title><content type='html'>i don't consider my car my first adult purchase, because you really enjoy having a car when you are a teen. and i only bought half of my car. the purchase that i consider my first adult purchase is dishes. yeah, i bought dishes!! why would i need them you ask? i don't need them, but i figured that i would when i move out and then i could dirty up my own dishes instead of someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SNxDk3lsXeI/AAAAAAAAATo/NSpRq5_u5Zg/s1600-h/DCP_6037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SNxDk3lsXeI/AAAAAAAAATo/NSpRq5_u5Zg/s320/DCP_6037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250145566283554274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought them at the Treasure Chest. which is basically a big garage sale at my work that the residents "put on". they sell stuff that people don't have room for, don't want, whatever. the earnings go into a fund for residents who move in, but then get into financial trouble. they don't want to force anyone out of their house. so that is what the fund is for. i bought these for $15, the whole set!! i have 4 cups, 4 bowls, 4 small and 4 large plates. i love these dishes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2347708576075725071?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2347708576075725071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2347708576075725071' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2347708576075725071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2347708576075725071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-adult-purchase.html' title='my first adult purchase!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SNxDk3lsXeI/AAAAAAAAATo/NSpRq5_u5Zg/s72-c/DCP_6037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7680401390904696458</id><published>2008-09-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:38:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish</title><content type='html'>I really admire the amish, and how they can stick to their beliefs. when i was on my youth ward trip to nauvoo, we went through some amish land... areas and we saw so many. they seemed so friendly, and waved to us when we passed them! i thought that was cool, how they weren't going to ignore you because you use a car, or a huge bus in our case.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there is this amazing thing that a company is using them to promote their new product. it's called a heater miracle. the amish carpenters are basically building some genuine mantle pieces, and putting them around this heater that barely uses any electricity and gives out a huge amount of heat. no ashes, no wood, or chimneys. i think this would be really cool.. but very expensive. i don't know how long this product has been out, but the poor amish are working really hard to make enough, with christmas creeping up... (4 months).... they have a ton of orders. some people think that they (the company) have been scaming the amish and people for big bucks. they say the heaters are really only $25, when you are paying about $295 for them.. or something like that. i don't know.... maybe. but i thought it was cool how technology has created a good heat source supposedly with out water. just thought it would be good to blog about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fatwallet.com/forums/deal-discussion/786579"&gt;Amish stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7680401390904696458?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7680401390904696458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7680401390904696458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7680401390904696458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7680401390904696458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/09/amish.html' title='Amish'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1652042502595375635</id><published>2008-08-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:59:23.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, how sad</title><content type='html'>Sadly there was a death in the family today... poor silvester. Silvester was one of the parakeets we had gotten a few months ago. dad had woken me up by knocking lightly on my door. poor little guy. he had a hard life... moving from house to house, constantly getting poked by tweety, who is extremely mean... he had health problems, so me and dad figure that he had died from those health problems. i'm glad that he doesn't have to live with those problems anymore. i feel a little bad because i didn't even get any good photos of him.&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of a rainbow, so we don't have to focus on the bad, but the good... you know.. a upbeat note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLhHAf9NYGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8MUDkRh7KdU/s1600-h/rainbow_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLhHAf9NYGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8MUDkRh7KdU/s320/rainbow_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240016240349372514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1652042502595375635?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1652042502595375635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1652042502595375635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1652042502595375635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1652042502595375635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-how-sad.html' title='oh, how sad'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLhHAf9NYGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8MUDkRh7KdU/s72-c/rainbow_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1735529468576957809</id><published>2008-08-24T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:35:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinach salad</title><content type='html'>i used to hate spinach, at least the kind that comes in a can. but working with food, and being able to taste different foods, foods i wouldn't taste at home like some fish, meat, and tastes, has been able to develop more of my love of food. Spinach has never been something i willingly was going to taste when i was younger. although i did ask for it one time, and i hated it, ben loved it and said it tasted like green beans. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLHTzGsyYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/nzCrU5Sjvxg/s1600-h/spinach.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLHTzGsyYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/nzCrU5Sjvxg/s320/spinach.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238200716533850386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but at work we serve a lot, and i mean A LOT, of spinach. it's in the soup, it's steamed, and they even serve it as the main lettuce salad a good portion of nights. i was first curious of this salad, because it comes with a hot bacon dressing. and one night, i got up my bravery and tried the salad. it's now my favorite salad. today i made it for the family here, and they all actually tried the salad, and didn't make barely any complaints! (dad complained that there were eggs in it!) here are the ingredients for the salad (proportions don't matter, more of what you like, and less what you don't like, but everything together is soooo good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad:&lt;br /&gt;Spinach leaves&lt;br /&gt;White mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it! you gotta slice the mushrooms, crumble the bacon, and slice and dice the eggs, throw them together and voila! there is the salad. now for the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing:&lt;br /&gt;Honey mustard (a good deal of it, it'll reduce when you cook it)&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil (or any oil you have on hand, not too much though, just enough to give the bacon flavor somewhere to go)&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure to cook the bacon before it goes into the sauce, it's just easier and faster! put the honey mustard into a pot, whisk in the oil, and start to heat up, crumble the bacon bits into the pot and stir. let it get to a boil, then reduce the heat to low, and let it cook until the honey mustard takes on a dark yellowish brown color. put the dressing on at the last minute before the salad is eaten. Yum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1735529468576957809?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1735529468576957809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1735529468576957809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1735529468576957809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1735529468576957809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/08/spinach-salad.html' title='Spinach salad'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SLHTzGsyYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/nzCrU5Sjvxg/s72-c/spinach.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3305163122339683466</id><published>2008-08-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:47:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE breakfast! even though lately i've been eating it as a brunch, because i sleep so much, i still eat it like it's early in the morning. one time i was at youth ward conference here is colorado, just in our old ward before we moved, we stayed at some of the member's homes overnight (why they wouldn't just let us go home, i don't know. rumor was that they didn't want anyone skipping out on anything). the wonderful lady who housed me and a few of the other girls, made such a wonderful breakfast for us! she made pankakes, bacon, sausage, toast, eggs, hashbrowns, and my favorite.. the smoothie! this is when my love for smoothies was kindled! it was soo good! her saying was that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. that's why sometimes i'll have breakfast for dinner! that is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SKxKh76NJWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/c8oOudRi6qU/s1600-h/french-toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SKxKh76NJWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/c8oOudRi6qU/s320/french-toast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236642413603005794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i made myself some french toast that i'm eating right now. but it's not just ordinary french toast! it's banana bread french toast! we have had a loaf for a while, and i decided that i would just make toast out of it and have that for breakfast, but i have been thinking of french toast the last few days and so i decided to combine them! and it's really good. so if you feel brave enough and have some banana lying around getting really ripe, make banana bread and then make banana bread french toast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3305163122339683466?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3305163122339683466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3305163122339683466' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3305163122339683466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3305163122339683466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/08/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SKxKh76NJWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/c8oOudRi6qU/s72-c/french-toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3109656887928720043</id><published>2008-08-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:44:18.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockies Game Last Night</title><content type='html'>I was so excited! i was going to a professional baseball game! my first! so many of the kids couldn't believe that i hadn't been to a professional game before! My work decided that it would be fun to take the kids to a game. i thought it would be fun, and since i hold a certain position at work, i'm required to go, even if we weren't getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;But i really was excited! i had heard that it was going to rain, but didn't think much of it... since we hadn't much rain lately, and i thought it would be just a sprinkle. And i thought it would be fun to get rained on! when it first started to rain, i was excited, and it was just a sprinkle. i thought it was funny that as soon as it got a little hard, everyone ran for cover. a ton of the people on the bottom rows ran to where other seats were creating an over hang, and they all stood there! the second downpour lasted for like, a half hour, and it got hard and cold, because of the wind. so i had to take shelter during that one... the pics do get bigger if you click on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3EkEaGblI/AAAAAAAAASg/Z3NmkUVdEas/s1600-h/0da46e399f9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3EkEaGblI/AAAAAAAAASg/Z3NmkUVdEas/s320/0da46e399f9a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232554466011934290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the first rain, it was cool cause you could see it in the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3FpjNdrEI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZNnB334IjLw/s1600-h/1e8898e1777b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3FpjNdrEI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZNnB334IjLw/s320/1e8898e1777b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232555659691404354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the garbage that had gotten drenched after the storms. work provided food for us to eat. i didn't get to eat because i didn't eat right away and all my food got drenched. they gave us these huge bags of peanuts to eat, but they used them to throw stuff at each other. i didn't like that part because i kept getting hit, and i wasn't even the one throwing stuff! (i was getting cranky then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3GbTg6OYI/AAAAAAAAASw/P98jh_QYmc4/s1600-h/65079bdb5d1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3GbTg6OYI/AAAAAAAAASw/P98jh_QYmc4/s320/65079bdb5d1d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556514471459202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we were sitting. the nosebleed... $4.00 a ticket here! one of the kids said that they never sit in this section, they would usually sit right next to home plate. said those tickets cost $140 big ones. i thought that was rediculous, i mean it's just watching people throw a small ball and hit it. i don't think i would ever spend that much just to watch something i could watch just as good on tv. oh, and that's Doug in the yellow. he's one of the chefs. i give him props for driving a Saab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3HOkh8W3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/snho5xBgGfE/s1600-h/c66765b4c53e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3HOkh8W3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/snho5xBgGfE/s320/c66765b4c53e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557395212524402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another pick to show where we were sitting. no wonder these seats were $4.00, you can't see anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3IUf7iPDI/AAAAAAAAATI/HLI6jWFRHWk/s1600-h/a37f4afcc6dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3IUf7iPDI/AAAAAAAAATI/HLI6jWFRHWk/s320/a37f4afcc6dc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232558596568529970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where i hid out when the rain got too much to bare. you can see part of the crowd that was sitting in our section, and some of the kids i work with. sorry it is a little fuzy, but people were standing behind me, trying to get down the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3Hqg99YbI/AAAAAAAAATA/Sd0e5LQWrB4/s1600-h/23a33fc74f0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3Hqg99YbI/AAAAAAAAATA/Sd0e5LQWrB4/s320/23a33fc74f0b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557875292627378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put a tarp thingy over the field once it started raining. one of the kids said it was to protect the field. i thought that was silly, because it's just a field, and i thought a part of the challange, to really show how good you were, is to be able to play on any field, in the rain, snow (unless lightning is really close), any weather, with any field, no matter how it is. they kept taking wood thingy's to flatten the dirt after a few innings, wow, they are so concerned about it! i just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all i had a great time getting wet, cold, grouchy, and wanting to go home for 5 of the innings, and i didn't even get to see who won. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3109656887928720043?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3109656887928720043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3109656887928720043' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3109656887928720043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3109656887928720043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/08/rockies-game-last-night.html' title='Rockies Game Last Night'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJ3EkEaGblI/AAAAAAAAASg/Z3NmkUVdEas/s72-c/0da46e399f9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3290537416272114187</id><published>2008-08-05T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:03:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJkUX2DstoI/AAAAAAAAASA/etFFYaBMYQ0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJkUX2DstoI/AAAAAAAAASA/etFFYaBMYQ0/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231234842048116354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work i like to keep hydrated, just because it is sooo hot at work! i'm sweating up a storm and i have residents who tell me to turn up the heater because they are cold. i just say okay... and forget about it. i heard that while i was on vacation, that the air conditioner actually broke down and all the residents said that we shouldn't have to wear ties because it was too hot. i think they should have said we wouldn't have to wear our long sleeve shirts because not having any ties barely did anything! i'm getting close to paying someone to pass out because of heat exhaustion, maybe they would change their minds about our uniforms!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one way i keep hydrated is get a glass and fill it about 2/3rds full of lemonade, add some water, and then add a drink mix packet of raspberry, to make raspberry lemonade. it's sooo good! and quite refreshing after walking from one end of the kitchen to the other end of the dinning room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3290537416272114187?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3290537416272114187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3290537416272114187' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3290537416272114187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3290537416272114187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/08/drink.html' title='Drink'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJkUX2DstoI/AAAAAAAAASA/etFFYaBMYQ0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8734971390247869829</id><published>2008-07-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney classics</title><content type='html'>I have been watching a lot of disney movies and i decided that Aladdin is my favorite. I can't really explain it. i love how it is &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIUGcMmT-tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8BJ9POg6tRs/s1600-h/Aladdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIUGcMmT-tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8BJ9POg6tRs/s320/Aladdin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225590024121350866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;different from all the other ones, and how they focused more on aladdin and built character for him. i remember that most of the disney princes didn't have much of a personality. What is your favorite disney classic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8734971390247869829?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8734971390247869829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8734971390247869829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8734971390247869829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8734971390247869829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/07/disney-classics.html' title='Disney classics'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIUGcMmT-tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8BJ9POg6tRs/s72-c/Aladdin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8072815407287354489</id><published>2008-07-18T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:07.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIFTQPjRsVI/AAAAAAAAARw/8-PBIekQCak/s1600-h/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIFTQPjRsVI/AAAAAAAAARw/8-PBIekQCak/s400/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224548581243990354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Institute wants me to pay $5000 each quarter, which is six weeks. how much did, have, change, you have to pay when, are planning... etc. going to school? it frusterates me because BYU is like, 1,000 something a semester.. or something like that. why can't all schools be like that? it's just all about money, and it's frusterating to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8072815407287354489?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8072815407287354489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8072815407287354489' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8072815407287354489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8072815407287354489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-curious.html' title='Just curious'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SIFTQPjRsVI/AAAAAAAAARw/8-PBIekQCak/s72-c/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1638973596146205655</id><published>2008-07-14T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:08.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of a list of things i want to do while i'm in town. and a few things are on the top of my list: (note that one of these are in a specific order!)&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to lagoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJ_TBEoVI/AAAAAAAAARo/8_-kSAuOlSw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJ_TBEoVI/AAAAAAAAARo/8_-kSAuOlSw/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222919913395757394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bear lake - maybe that big cave thing again, that was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJypd5ewI/AAAAAAAAARY/uRlYWhtZd1E/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJypd5ewI/AAAAAAAAARY/uRlYWhtZd1E/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222919696083942146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to logan's heroes. i haven't been there in forever. i don't remember the last time i had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk around the temple at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJ6aSVrXI/AAAAAAAAARg/CTiokRspttY/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJ6aSVrXI/AAAAAAAAARg/CTiokRspttY/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222919829447880050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go visit my Carter grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is welcome to join me in these activities. my only problem will be figuring out how to get there if no one wants to go. man, i wish i had a good car to drive myself out there. but me and dad decided that my car wouldn't make it... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has any good ideas about things to do, or they want to do something with me, then share it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still counting down the days! only 8 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1638973596146205655?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1638973596146205655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1638973596146205655' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1638973596146205655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1638973596146205655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/07/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHuJ_TBEoVI/AAAAAAAAARo/8_-kSAuOlSw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7502825378355871999</id><published>2008-07-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:08.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip!</title><content type='html'>hi! i know, i'm so bad about keeping this thing. i mean if nothing happens in my life, what am i supposed to blog about? but i do have a few things to say, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;first - i finally have been getting some dentist work done, and i had a couple of root canals last week done, so i went in today so they could put fillings on the holes they made and make sure everything is doing alright. they even fixed the gap i had in my front teeth and one of the holes in the other. so they look spiffy! and it makes me excited!&lt;br /&gt;second - I am a little scared of my car now. i can drive it and it works great, or at least that's what i have been told, and yesterday i drove it to work, and when i was pulling into the parking lot, i killed it because i was trying to park, but then it died on me. i was embarrassed because some of my coworkers could hear the car halfway into the building because the parking lot for employees is up a hill. so they laughed at me all day because of the car. then as i was coming home, i went to fill it up with gas and came from a different direction, and as i was going up the small hill by our house, it died on me. and this little girl came up and asked me if i was out of gas. i said no and started up the car again but then it died on me and started to smoke. so i called dad and while i was calling him the little girl came up to me again and asked if i knew my car was smoking. and i thought 'no i can't see the smoke nor smell it when it is right in front of me.' but i said yes, i do know and she left. turns out that i had the car in third gear, when i really thought i was in first. so i felt stupid. so when i woke up this morning i didn't want to drive it to the dentist, for fear i would kill it and get stuck in the middle of the road. but i didn't even kill it once! on the way there and on the way back! so Yay for me!! i like my car again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHT30CEG8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VyBREKx5abE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHT30CEG8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VyBREKx5abE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221070341308608994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably the most important now is that i am coming out for my own little visit, since i couldn't come out with mom and dad. the planned dates are the 22nd of this month, til the first of august. my only question would be, would anyone be able to come get me from the airport late at night, about 10-11 on the 22nd. and would someone also be able to drop me off in the afternoon on the 1st. call, e-mail, or text me. or you can leave a note on here too. i get those! thanks so much! love you all and i can't wait to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7502825378355871999?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7502825378355871999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7502825378355871999' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7502825378355871999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7502825378355871999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip.html' title='Trip!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SHT30CEG8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VyBREKx5abE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5421882261838511531</id><published>2008-06-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:10.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday!</title><content type='html'>i know it was days ago, i was just too lazy to do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18 years old now! it's amazing i know, i'm beginning to feel old too!&lt;br /&gt;besides getting a new car, i got&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA7B0AuiLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uuikWJutUdc/s1600-h/DCP_5975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA7B0AuiLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uuikWJutUdc/s400/DCP_5975.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210729671195265202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this new robe, i haven't had one since i was really little, it's nice and it keeps me warm, so i'll wear it even if i am wearing my every-day clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is my new bed sheets, and the sweet quillow dianna made for me! (it's spiderman!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA7eWiIngI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hZSfMLXIplQ/s1600-h/DCP_5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA7eWiIngI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hZSfMLXIplQ/s400/DCP_5980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210730161498529282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's also warm and nice to sleep with!&lt;br /&gt;this one is me and one of my friends, becca. we were riding the light rail to elitch gardens. it was my first time, so it was so much fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA71Re3cPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9CsPxO_oX0c/s1600-h/DCP_5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA71Re3cPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9CsPxO_oX0c/s400/DCP_5981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210730555279634674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this present! when mom asked me what i wanted for my birthday. i told her i wanted a quesadilla maker. they are sooo good! it toasts your quesadilla perfectly, and melts the cheese... yum! ben made fun of me for it, so i was not happy with him that night. but i was really surprised that he got me one for my birthday! i was so excited!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA9i88-fdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TmWrJdFttYE/s1600-h/DCP_5978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA9i88-fdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TmWrJdFttYE/s400/DCP_5978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732439554391506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my friends at one of the light rail stations, we were transferring to a new rail, so then it would take us right to the front of the park&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA-KtMAzII/AAAAAAAAARA/WOM1Eod4yRg/s1600-h/DCP_5986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA-KtMAzII/AAAAAAAAARA/WOM1Eod4yRg/s400/DCP_5986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733122517257346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sign my leaders took to put in the yard. they do it for everyone in the laurels, so that's why my name was in paper. they also brought me some chocolate, i finished eating it today, it was so good!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA-o5LYLDI/AAAAAAAAARI/wwx3YML6S8k/s1600-h/DCP_5997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA-o5LYLDI/AAAAAAAAARI/wwx3YML6S8k/s400/DCP_5997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733641131895858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma and grandpa also got me cook books! i thought that was very thoughtful, so thanks! my car is running now and sorry i didn't get any pictures of the rides i rode, we put all of our stuff in a locker, and i didn't take my camera out. maybe you guys will just have to come out and go to elitch gardens with me!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and thanks for the happy birthdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5421882261838511531?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5421882261838511531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5421882261838511531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5421882261838511531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5421882261838511531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SFA7B0AuiLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uuikWJutUdc/s72-c/DCP_5975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8901333039360103240</id><published>2008-06-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:10.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am starting to feel like an adult!</title><content type='html'>I have a car! it cost me $200 and more, i'm sure for repairs and such. it's just like ben's, just a little younger. i think it is a '96. me and parents bought it for $400, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFO6y2KyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qW_MrmfjzlE/s1600-h/DCP_5970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFO6y2KyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qW_MrmfjzlE/s400/DCP_5970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208840935377873698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;split the cost of course. and insurance is going to be killer, along with gas, but for me, it's worth not having to ride the bus for longer than you would have to drive somewhere. i had to ride the bus to get home from school, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFY4ckrAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/R7q8YuPcehg/s1600-h/DCP_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFY4ckrAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/R7q8YuPcehg/s400/DCP_5971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841106546273282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we live 15 mins away from the school and it would take me an hour and a half to get home! so it's completely worth all that money. All we have to do, from what i heard dad say last night was fix the starter, i think it won't start without being jumped. and get a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFfVKzh6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Yn8DhIerYzY/s1600-h/DCP_5972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFfVKzh6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Yn8DhIerYzY/s400/DCP_5972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841217335592866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new muffler. it's really loud, and although it would be fun to rev my engine and make a lot of noise, i get tired of people doing that, so i won't. I'm going to buy a new turn signal clicker, the one by the wheel. it won't stay whether your turning right or left, and i just can't turn with one hand... so i need to get that. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFmlyc_zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P850oFzRIXw/s1600-h/DCP_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFmlyc_zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P850oFzRIXw/s400/DCP_5973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841342055939890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all i need to do now is learn how to drive a stick, and get my license, next week, tuesday, and 8:45 i'm going to the DMV to take the test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8901333039360103240?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8901333039360103240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8901333039360103240' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8901333039360103240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8901333039360103240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-starting-to-feel-like-adult.html' title='I am starting to feel like an adult!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEmFO6y2KyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qW_MrmfjzlE/s72-c/DCP_5970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1916084144850225348</id><published>2008-06-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:10.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cake day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEbrHJYuAqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NMJ2l1b8TPY/s1600-h/german-chocolate-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEbrHJYuAqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NMJ2l1b8TPY/s400/german-chocolate-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208108527111766690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 in our family, we have a cake day! which is today, and we always have german chocolate cake. I used to really dislike it, but now i'm fine eating it. whenever this day comes up, i always hope we get a different cake, but it's always the same one... and dad always picks the cakes to... hmm... i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cake Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1916084144850225348?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1916084144850225348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1916084144850225348' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1916084144850225348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1916084144850225348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-cake-day.html' title='Happy Cake day!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SEbrHJYuAqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NMJ2l1b8TPY/s72-c/german-chocolate-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7151226147331076933</id><published>2008-05-23T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:13.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation day!!</title><content type='html'>It was so much fun! i was super excited that i was graduating, and then i was free from public schools! the only problem was that it wasn't a nice day. sure it was okay, but it got cold, there were clouds for the most part... but i graduated! i was so excited! i wore my homecoming dress i bought this year, with some pink shoes. i was in the first section to graduate! i couldn't stop smiling and i couldn't believe that i was smiling so much! i thought i would miss high school and all the learning... but i guess i was wrong! here are some pics that dad, i'm guessing, took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeLvOr2ltI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mnYjWj9c3OU/s1600-h/DCP_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeLvOr2ltI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mnYjWj9c3OU/s400/DCP_5949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203781537962038994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is where i'm walking down to sit... i am right next to the lady in pink and light brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeMWer2luI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJL1E_sHBTU/s1600-h/DCP_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeMWer2luI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJL1E_sHBTU/s400/DCP_5950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203782212271904482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another where i'm walking down, instead, i'm right where that guy in the red is, so you can't really see me, just my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeMp-r2lvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ga4acgeqghI/s1600-h/DCP_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeMp-r2lvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ga4acgeqghI/s400/DCP_5954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203782547279353586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeM3er2lwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4EudkBBIhLU/s1600-h/DCP_5956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeM3er2lwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4EudkBBIhLU/s400/DCP_5956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203782779207587586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben looking very excited, i must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNEer2lxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-DhfIkBo3hE/s1600-h/DCP_5957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNEer2lxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-DhfIkBo3hE/s400/DCP_5957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203783002545886994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma looking like she's paying attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNTur2lyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AWw-Tic3Qgw/s1600-h/DCP_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNTur2lyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AWw-Tic3Qgw/s400/DCP_5958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203783264538892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad trying to be artistic (he says he thought it would be funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNm-r2lzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_3Z6v6refno/s1600-h/DCP_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeNm-r2lzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_3Z6v6refno/s400/DCP_5959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203783595251373874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me receiving my diploma case thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeN2Or2l0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/EV0HqPX28WA/s1600-h/DCP_5965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeN2Or2l0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/EV0HqPX28WA/s400/DCP_5965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203783857244378946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOD-r2l1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aHf_sbGjzsY/s1600-h/DCP_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOD-r2l1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aHf_sbGjzsY/s400/DCP_5966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784093467580242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOK-r2l2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/DFTctguvSQM/s1600-h/DCP_5967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOK-r2l2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/DFTctguvSQM/s400/DCP_5967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784213726664546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOYer2l3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ykp_V330ruI/s1600-h/DCP_5968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOYer2l3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ykp_V330ruI/s400/DCP_5968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784445654898546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOd-r2l4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/SKpnHGwM9uQ/s1600-h/DCP_5969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeOd-r2l4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/SKpnHGwM9uQ/s400/DCP_5969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784540144179074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7151226147331076933?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7151226147331076933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7151226147331076933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7151226147331076933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7151226147331076933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation day!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SDeLvOr2ltI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mnYjWj9c3OU/s72-c/DCP_5949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6318151580490090701</id><published>2008-05-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:13.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCsMG1HZS3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/BYOsxK70uOM/s1600-h/images-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCsMG1HZS3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/BYOsxK70uOM/s400/images-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200263506206215026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my last final!! for the last class of the day!!! and i never have to take another class at ThunderRidge High School ever again!! yay!! were you guys this excited when it was your last day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6318151580490090701?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6318151580490090701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6318151580490090701' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6318151580490090701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6318151580490090701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-news.html' title='Great News!!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCsMG1HZS3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/BYOsxK70uOM/s72-c/images-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1769308753025505034</id><published>2008-05-10T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:13.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCXOz-xbAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ySX1cCACBs/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCXOz-xbAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ySX1cCACBs/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198788737288045122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for the wonderful graduation Letters!! i feel totally loved and supported now!! i am sorry i haven't sent you any announcements about my graduating. maybe i'll send ones that say that i have graduated. would that be okay?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and i love you all so so soooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1769308753025505034?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1769308753025505034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1769308753025505034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1769308753025505034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1769308753025505034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCXOz-xbAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ySX1cCACBs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5900086372085121172</id><published>2008-05-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:14.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my big brother</title><content type='html'>Things that remind me of my big brother:&lt;br /&gt;Music - especially when i am driving with him, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMrE2CpfjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CxnSl9WWfNQ/s1600-h/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMrE2CpfjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CxnSl9WWfNQ/s400/images-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045757141777970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly i know, but there is a lot of music that i listen to because he played it in his car for me, so that i could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;        Video Games - my favorite times/memories is when we were playing some little game. One of the games i really enjoyed playing with him was Super Smash Bros. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqV2CpfeI/AAAAAAAAANM/9HHMvBl3ChA/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqV2CpfeI/AAAAAAAAANM/9HHMvBl3ChA/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198044949687926242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my only problem with that, was that he would always beat me. He's just naturally great at video games. give him a new game and lots of time, he could beat it in 1 or 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;          Everyone who is taller than me! - I'm short, it's time for&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqeWCpffI/AAAAAAAAANU/QkAxGGZfTPA/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqeWCpffI/AAAAAAAAANU/QkAxGGZfTPA/s400/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045095716814322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me to admit it. when i look up to talk to people it reminds me how short i am, and how tall he is. and how jealous i am of that height. even a couple more inches would satisfy me!&lt;br /&gt;         my bathroom - we used to share a bathroom. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMql2CpfgI/AAAAAAAAANc/GU7Zag-U2q0/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMql2CpfgI/AAAAAAAAANc/GU7Zag-U2q0/s400/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045224565833218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he moved out. but when he moved back, he started to use mom and dad's bathroom so i still have my own! which i do really like, because then we aren't fighting for it, i have more drawer space for all my hygeine junk.&lt;br /&gt;          My bed - my big brother has started to sleep on air matresses. he buys ones that he can sleep straight on, and not curl up. he got tired of the bed he has had for probably 6 years. well he gave me his bed, and i was really excited because i have had a day bed since i was 11 and i hated how i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMq5GCpfiI/AAAAAAAAANs/qIFGinO2hhA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMq5GCpfiI/AAAAAAAAANs/qIFGinO2hhA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045555278315042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couldn't sprawl out and get comfortable. now i can sleep any way i want to. i can sleep with my arms and legs spread out, i can sleep diagnol, i can sleep in a ball horizontally. i really like my bed and i appreciate him giving me it. i love my room all the more for it!&lt;br /&gt;           Ben has had some great influence on me, and i wish i could return the favor, but what can the youngest of the family do? I want to do things for him, but it turns out that he helps me even more than i can help him. mostly with picking me up from work, or driving me to king soopers to pick up some toothpaste or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqw2CpfhI/AAAAAAAAANk/BC6MTMGhGY4/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMqw2CpfhI/AAAAAAAAANk/BC6MTMGhGY4/s400/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045413544394258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i can say is Thanks Ben!! And Happy Birthday you oldie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5900086372085121172?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5900086372085121172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5900086372085121172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5900086372085121172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5900086372085121172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-my-big-brother.html' title='Ode to my big brother'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCMrE2CpfjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CxnSl9WWfNQ/s72-c/images-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-9205226770971498374</id><published>2008-05-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:14.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar sculputes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCCIV28FUoI/AAAAAAAAANE/xbFHcw7spP0/s1600-h/choc_piece2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCCIV28FUoI/AAAAAAAAANE/xbFHcw7spP0/s400/choc_piece2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197303879091704450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love those food network sugar sculpturing competitions. i think it takes real skill to be able to build a sculpture out of sugar! and hands that can stand really hot temperatures! i still would like to try it sometime though!&lt;br /&gt;here is one that i really like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-9205226770971498374?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/9205226770971498374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=9205226770971498374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/9205226770971498374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/9205226770971498374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/sugar-sculputes.html' title='Sugar sculputes'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SCCIV28FUoI/AAAAAAAAANE/xbFHcw7spP0/s72-c/choc_piece2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4967062105172528214</id><published>2008-05-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:30:37.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny stuff!!</title><content type='html'>I was working on an english homework assignment, and it was a practice test for the AP test (of which i am not taking cause i stink at english) and i came across this really funny one! here is exactly how it was typed in the test:&lt;br /&gt;                                          Be warned!! cat lovers should not read!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat&lt;br /&gt;         Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                1&lt;br /&gt;'Twas on a lofty vase's side,&lt;br /&gt;Where China's gayest art had dyed&lt;br /&gt;The azure flowers that blow;&lt;br /&gt;Demurest of the tabby kind,&lt;br /&gt;The pensive Selima reclined,&lt;br /&gt;Gazed on the lake below.&lt;br /&gt;                                2&lt;br /&gt;Her conscious tail her joy declared;&lt;br /&gt;the fair round face, the snowy beard,&lt;br /&gt;The velvet of her paws,&lt;br /&gt;Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,&lt;br /&gt;Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,&lt;br /&gt;She saw; and purred applause.&lt;br /&gt;                              3&lt;br /&gt;Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide&lt;br /&gt;Two angel forms were seen to glide,&lt;br /&gt;The genii of the stream:&lt;br /&gt;Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue&lt;br /&gt;Through richest purple to the view&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed a golden gleam.&lt;br /&gt;                             4&lt;br /&gt;The hapless nymph with wonder saw;&lt;br /&gt;A whisker first and then a claw,&lt;br /&gt;With many an ardent wish,&lt;br /&gt;She stretched in vain to reach the prize.&lt;br /&gt;What female heart can gold despise?&lt;br /&gt;What cat's averse to fish?&lt;br /&gt;                             5&lt;br /&gt;Presumptuous maid! With looks intent&lt;br /&gt;Again she stretched, again she bent,&lt;br /&gt;Nor knew the gulf between.&lt;br /&gt;(Malignant Fate sat by an smiles)&lt;br /&gt;The slippery verge her feet beguiled,&lt;br /&gt;She tumbled headlong in.&lt;br /&gt;                             6&lt;br /&gt;Eight times emerging from the flood&lt;br /&gt;She mewed to every watery god,&lt;br /&gt;Some speedy aid to send.&lt;br /&gt;No dolphin come, nor nereid stirred:&lt;br /&gt;Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.&lt;br /&gt;A favorite has no friend!&lt;br /&gt;                           7&lt;br /&gt;From hence, ye beauties, undeceived,&lt;br /&gt;Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,&lt;br /&gt;And be with caution bold.&lt;br /&gt;Not all that tempts your wandering eyes&lt;br /&gt;And heedless hearts is lawful prize;&lt;br /&gt;Nor all that glisters gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if you can answer these questions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines 1-3 describe&lt;br /&gt;A. a garden&lt;br /&gt;B. an embroidered dress&lt;br /&gt;C. a cat&lt;br /&gt;D. a china bowl&lt;br /&gt;E. an oriental painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third stanza, the poem employs elevated diction in all of the following EXCEPT&lt;br /&gt;A. "tide" (line 13)&lt;br /&gt;B. "glide" (line 14)&lt;br /&gt;C. "genii" (line 15)&lt;br /&gt;D. "armor's" (line 16)&lt;br /&gt;E. "Tyrian hue" (line 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stanza 6, the implication of the aphorism "A favorite has no friend" is&lt;br /&gt; I. the servants resent the pampered cat&lt;br /&gt; II. the other cats in the house refuse to help Selima out of envy&lt;br /&gt; III. those who have been most fortunate have the most to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I only&lt;br /&gt;B. III only&lt;br /&gt;C. I and III only&lt;br /&gt;D. II and III only&lt;br /&gt;E. I, II, and III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4967062105172528214?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4967062105172528214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4967062105172528214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4967062105172528214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4967062105172528214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny stuff!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8568830280165968962</id><published>2008-04-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:14.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOAB!!!</title><content type='html'>I just love being down in moab, or somewhere near there. I had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;I like to hike i really do, but hiking in sand for 6 hours wasn't extremely what i wanted to do, especially when i have my sunglasses on and it gets dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SBiQ5m8FUnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wZldUKngt4c/s1600-h/Succeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SBiQ5m8FUnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wZldUKngt4c/s400/Succeed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061489551364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken by Ben, in Goblin valley. I really liked being out there because there wasn't many people out there, and more places to explore.. i thought it looked like a kid trying to make sandcastles with water and mud! it seriously looked like that!&lt;br /&gt;Ben thought it would be fun to do a funny picture after dad said that we could do an artsy picture, but when me and carrie couldn't get onto the rocks, we decided that a succed, try and fail pic was the best way to go!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8568830280165968962?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8568830280165968962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8568830280165968962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8568830280165968962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8568830280165968962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/moab.html' title='MOAB!!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SBiQ5m8FUnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wZldUKngt4c/s72-c/Succeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4478139558605729982</id><published>2008-04-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:58:24.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, well... here i am again, waisting time</title><content type='html'>sorry, there isn't going to be any pictures in this one, i'm on a dell, and i have no idea how i would go about getting picture on the post...&lt;br /&gt;I am really beginning to feel like school is a waste of time. I and NEVER doing anything anymore! even in my AP classes i hardly do anything. i do wish my teachers would give me some extra credit to do, then i would be busy and i could raise some of my grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to what i want to talk about next.. wishes.&lt;br /&gt;I love wishing for stuff, or at least wishing i had something, and then dream about what i would do with it, or what would happen if. it doesn't really get me depressed. it will either give me a goal to work towards. or it gives me an opportunity to live a part of my life a different way, and it makes me satisfied with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i like to wish a lot, and sometimes it gets over whelming. I like to wish i was in the spiderman movie acting as mary jane, i also wish spiderman was real, and that if he was i would know who he was, and that he was my best friend. I know it's silly, but i do wish that! I also wish that i can provide for our family and take care of all expenses, such as school, mortgage, and importing a car for dad from sweden. new and top modle car! I wish i could express myself in a clearer way, and i also wish i wouldn't mix up words in a sentence. Like the other day i was trying to say don't try to take my pringles.. or something to that effect. but instead i said dont pringle my try take to. it makes me feel silly, and latly i have been really struggling with it and have been frusterated with myself. Luckly though i have been able to pull it off and make fun of myself so no one else will. I guess i'm just scared of people making fun of me for thinking to quickly and not being able to say what i want to express. i do get really excited when someone is able to understand what i say, and if you have ever heard me say "you speack Licia!" then you know you are doing something right. I also wish i was a great student. I have good grades but i think they could be better, but honestly, i'm to the point where i don't care. besides the fact that my teachers aren't having us do anything in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could convert everyone to the church. and show them why the gospel is true, and the happiness it brings me. I wish i could show them all these things and have them understand why they are the way they are. I have a few friends who are making so many stupid choices in life, and they keep fighting with me that i should try all these drugs and drinking. I tell them that it would bind me more than free me, because one of their big things is that it frees them. And i'm like, sure, that's why you always have to leave class half way through and run across the street for a smoke. you are really free when you get into an accident and kill someone because you have been drinking and driving. it usually quiets them down, but only for about a half hour. i think the world is starting to lose the motivation to be good and try for good things. which is really sad, because think of what our world would be if everyone was good and try to serve eachother. that's why i can't wait for the millenium. more people will be righteous and there will be less persecution of the saints. even if i'm not alive during that time, i'm still excited for those who will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was really poetic and deep. I know i can come up with some really good metaphors and such, but i can't explain in words what i feel. it would be really useful because i would be able to explain things more properly to others. even that sounds weird to me. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will just take time, to work at all this and learn from mistakes i have made when explaining to my friends or even people at work why i do the things i do. I have tried making a point that everything i do is my choice. sure it's something the church advises not to do, but i choose not to do that. Any experiences from you guys??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4478139558605729982?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4478139558605729982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4478139558605729982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4478139558605729982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4478139558605729982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-well-here-i-am-again-waisting-time.html' title='Okay, well... here i am again, waisting time'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-46117633520132705</id><published>2008-04-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:32:02.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well.....</title><content type='html'>lets see... there isn't much going on, and i have started to feel bad that i haven't been posting like i used to when i started this blog... so here is another random blog... about nothing really. I'm just wasting more time in peer counseling because i never see anyone! no one wants to come talk to me! i've had so many people come and start a conversation with me, just to tell me that they wouldn't come talk to me if they had a problem. i totally respect that, and i can understand why they would talk to their friends before they come talk to us. i just don't want to hear it, or have people talk to me, just to say they wouldn't. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had my windows open last night and it was so nice! i did get cold about 2 in the morning, and turned on my heating blanket, but i loved it! i have to go! lovies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-46117633520132705?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/46117633520132705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=46117633520132705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/46117633520132705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/46117633520132705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/well.html' title='well.....'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2811446576077653728</id><published>2008-04-19T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:16.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update on my life!! yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be Warned!!! IT IS LONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week i had my competition... it was fun, but i did so bad! in the first half hour I managed to drop my knife, over cook my tomatoes, and look really silly with the wrong hat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArEol4KDgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T0kaSAoZm1Y/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArEol4KDgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T0kaSAoZm1Y/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191177722139381250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but once i got to actually cooking and not showing my knife skills, i think i did alright. I had to much liquid in my rice, so it was soggy and sticky, which is exactly what they did not want! my sauce was a little thicker than i wanted.. and my cucumber boats weren't all that great..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArE0l4KDhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Bxnd6R5Ci20/s1600-h/tn-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArE0l4KDhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Bxnd6R5Ci20/s400/tn-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191177928297811474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so overall a great competition! (can you guys hear my sacasm?) I did have fun and it was only for my senior project so i guess i shouldn't complain. i only have a week left to work on it before i present it to the judges.. so i'm excited!!! i'm also excited because this week i get to go with ben and dad down to moab and hike around, camp and get so much off my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;Last week i also went to prom, after the competition so i was really busy, i'm sure you all remember me talking about how i wanted to go and how everyone said that it wasn't going to me memorable.... well you were right! actual prom was boring. i had fun the first hour, but hated it the rest cause i got really tired, the music was really bad and inappropriate... but when we went to after prom i woke up and had a huge blast. so after prom i will remember more than prom itself. getting ready for prom was fun though. i had my hair cut by my friends sister, and i really love it... although no one at home has noticed yet. lets see if they will get the hint this way! then she did all of our hair. mine looked like Belle's in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDMF4KDZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lLN_NwHAN2E/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDMF4KDZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lLN_NwHAN2E/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176133001481618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty and the Beast. and i was really excited because she put so much spray in it so it would hold the curls. my friend Sarah was freaking out because our dresses &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDeV4KDbI/AAAAAAAAAME/piww0Dz2hZ4/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDeV4KDbI/AAAAAAAAAME/piww0Dz2hZ4/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176446534094258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looked similar. i didn't care cause it's just a dress. but she was constantly talking about how we would look alike. i was close on just going out and buying a really bad dress just to make her happy. but she got over it and we had fun. We ate at Katlin's house and they did this elaborate set up. they made their tv trays look really nice,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDVF4KDaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oFziPNVO1f0/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDVF4KDaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oFziPNVO1f0/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176287620304290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and they had candles on each of them with their finest dishes. and they read the first few lines of Be our Guest from Beauty and the Beast, and we called the resaurant Tiramisu, which is now somewhere out in Golden-we don't know cause our parents drove us (ha ha)-, because we ate more of an Italian theme dinner. Katlin's sister Becca was our waitress and we called her Maria, and it was so much fun! and then we went to prom and one of my guy friends had me dance with this one guy whose date had ditched him (silly girl). he was nice and he was amazed that i don't like rap or country, he said i was perfect because of that.. and i was just like.. okay...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to after prom and we met up with some of our friends and went bowling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SAq_nV4KDYI/AAAAAAAAALs/MQ1bZ_qAX6Q/s1600-h/Prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SAq_nV4KDYI/AAAAAAAAALs/MQ1bZ_qAX6Q/s400/Prom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191172203106405762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i kept egging on our friend Zach, cause he's super competitive and i kept telling him i would beat him at all this stuff. and i did! we played lazer tag, my first time ever, i really liked it and wanted to go again. we played some arcade games, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDqF4KDcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EzOWYDCiOrk/s1600-h/tn-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDqF4KDcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EzOWYDCiOrk/s400/tn-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176648397557186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of which i am very bad at it. and just hung out for a while. they did have this ride that would take you in a circle, and you could spin yourself and the other three attached to your seat as fast as you wanted to,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDyl4KDdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vXR9k7c6ioU/s1600-h/tn-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArDyl4KDdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vXR9k7c6ioU/s400/tn-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176794426445266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think that was my favorite! anyway... that was my day last saturday! i only have a few more weeks of school and then i am out of there!! yay!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArD7V4KDeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PGUIbu-yGK4/s1600-h/tn-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArD7V4KDeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PGUIbu-yGK4/s400/tn-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191176944750300642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArEBl4KDfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nAVW_CoTkvA/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArEBl4KDfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nAVW_CoTkvA/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191177052124483058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry if the pics are to small! i'll get dad to help me with them and post some more that can be seen bigger! I'm just not good at figuring out all this blogging gadgets and such! if you haven't noticed.. my blog is really boring and not decorated. i just need a class i guess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2811446576077653728?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2811446576077653728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2811446576077653728' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2811446576077653728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2811446576077653728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-update-on-my-life-yay.html' title='Little update on my life!! yay!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SArEol4KDgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T0kaSAoZm1Y/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3653307531891531580</id><published>2008-04-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:02:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just one quick thing</title><content type='html'>I remembered ben's poem about hates but loves. and i have some serious down time right now, so i thought i would try it and waste ten minutes. thanks ben for the inspiration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not having anything to do,&lt;br /&gt;But I love my free time to be a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having no time to work on something,&lt;br /&gt;But I love my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hate crabby teachers,&lt;br /&gt;But love when they push me to do better.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cold drinks,&lt;br /&gt;But I love to have a way to cool off in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being short,&lt;br /&gt;But I love my view of other people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not being able to see the floor in my room,&lt;br /&gt;But I love being on the run.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how cold winter is,&lt;br /&gt;But I love hot chocolate to warm me up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking the long time to get close to people,&lt;br /&gt;But I love knowing I can count on them.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being far away from family,&lt;br /&gt;But I love the sweetness seeing them again brings.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick,&lt;br /&gt;But I love appreciating being normal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I break out,&lt;br /&gt;But I love how I have learned to take better care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework,&lt;br /&gt;But I love asking questions the day after.&lt;br /&gt;I hate standing for long periods of time,&lt;br /&gt;But I love the fact that when that happens I’m cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how people have lost their way,&lt;br /&gt;But I love the rejoicing in many that find their way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the veil,&lt;br /&gt;But I love knowing there is a father in heaven waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people,&lt;br /&gt;But I love that everyone is my spiritual family.&lt;br /&gt;I hate knowing what I am capable of,&lt;br /&gt;But I love working towards a goal that could happen with the guidance of patriarchal blessing and my own obedience.&lt;br /&gt;I hate unfair teachers,&lt;br /&gt;But I love being able to crab about them later on that gives a friend and I something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I hate challenges in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;But I love receiving the blessings promised to me if I stay on the straight and narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;I hate standing in front of my peers and bearing my testimony,&lt;br /&gt;But I love the rush feeling that I get if I have something great to say and fight it until I can’t anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the one to always come up with a devotional at the last minute,&lt;br /&gt;But I love being able to think about something that inspires me and relate it to the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;But I love when the moon comes out and reminds me of Heavenly Father always watching us no matter what troubles we have in our life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying I hate things,&lt;br /&gt;But I love countering it with things I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3653307531891531580?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3653307531891531580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3653307531891531580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3653307531891531580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3653307531891531580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-one-quick-thing.html' title='just one quick thing'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2944600660835720892</id><published>2008-04-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:17.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the first bit of news is that i had recieved a silver medal for one of my competitions this past weekend. There were only 7 of us competing in the baking and pastry event. we all went at once, even though they were going to have us go in shifts. It was cool because i knew one of the people there, his name is hung. I work with him actually, the only problem is that he only works sundays and i don't so i haven't seen him since, like January. I got 4th place, which isn't bad. i wasn't terrible, but i wasn't great. I did rather well for not practicing at all, and really well for strongly disliking baking. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xbdV7HdI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rid0CJdQKKc/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xbdV7HdI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rid0CJdQKKc/s400/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187638168580201938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not my favorite thing in the world. I do like to decorate cakes, which is something i had to do. I also had to make blueberry muffins and choux paste, which is the pastry for cream puffs. the outer shell. my cream puff shells were huge! which hurt me more than help. oh well... so yeah, it was fun and exciting and i'm excited for the competition this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second bit on news is about work! i had applied for a promotion about march time, just to PT which is peer trainer, who gets to train all the new people, and basically run the show. i had an interview with my managers a couple weeks ago and i got offered the postition just yesterday. It was funny cause they said to keep it hush hush, and everyone was wondering if they were talking to me about the position. When you work with high school kids, they know everything about what is going on, like if i'm gone for a few minutes with the managers, then something MUST have happened. i told them that i don't know anything about it yet, that i should know at the end of the week. I'm not sure if they bought it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xkdV7HeI/AAAAAAAAALc/yXdrJ-zK1w4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xkdV7HeI/AAAAAAAAALc/yXdrJ-zK1w4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187638323199024610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i do get a pay raise, they said a substantial raise. but i won't know the exact amount until possibly tonight. i get to wear a different colored shirt that everyone else, except the other PTs of course. we wear these light olive green shirts, just like that pot pic, that just don't look appealing, but now i will be able to wear a red wine color...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xwtV7HfI/AAAAAAAAALk/kCbqjLEd1ec/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xwtV7HfI/AAAAAAAAALk/kCbqjLEd1ec/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187638533652422130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like this one. I'm really excited to make it official!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2944600660835720892?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2944600660835720892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2944600660835720892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2944600660835720892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2944600660835720892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/news.html' title='News!!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_4xbdV7HdI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rid0CJdQKKc/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4887313905843666585</id><published>2008-04-07T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:17.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT's are so funny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_pCOuQ4_uI/AAAAAAAAALM/cmYv1QHlojo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_pCOuQ4_uI/AAAAAAAAALM/cmYv1QHlojo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186530741575024354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so this is an old story, but a goodie. a few weeks ago i was at work, getting my tables ready for the 5:00 crowd that comes in, and i was running to the back to get carafaes of water. and then right as i was reaching up to get them from the shelf, i noticed that my finger started to sting, it was a slight sting, but it was enough to make me look down at my finger. I had a cut right where your finger bends at the middle, and there was a good amount of blood, but not a whole lot. so i went to my manager's office and opened up the first aid kit, and there were no band aids! you would think there would be some in a kitchen right? i thought so to! so i told my manager and she had me go to the hostess' station and wait for the EMTs. i waited for 20 mins before they came and found me. they had said they went through the kitchen and was looking everywhere for me. so they took me to the private dining room and stuck this thing on my finger, to check my heart rate i'm guessing. and they took my blood pressure, asked me alot of questions about my health and family member's health. they even asked me if i had bird flu! I said yes, just to be joking and they thought i was totally serious! all the waiters and waitresses thought i had cut my finger off! they kept passing the room and only a few would come into the room and asked questions, only to be shooed off by the EMTs. then they put on some neosporian and slapped a band aid and said i was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4887313905843666585?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4887313905843666585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4887313905843666585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4887313905843666585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4887313905843666585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/04/emts-are-so-funny.html' title='EMT&apos;s are so funny!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R_pCOuQ4_uI/AAAAAAAAALM/cmYv1QHlojo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4593827889087696333</id><published>2008-03-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:18.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-mseCyQ2XI/AAAAAAAAALE/6BMrpmUU7Is/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-mseCyQ2XI/AAAAAAAAALE/6BMrpmUU7Is/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181862478410209650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got spiderman 3! i'm so excited! i'm going to watch most of it tonight. i hardly remember all of the story and all that, but i do love it when peter makes a total fool of himself dancing. i will laugh so hard! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Who else is excited?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4593827889087696333?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4593827889087696333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4593827889087696333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4593827889087696333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4593827889087696333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/spiderman-3.html' title='Spiderman 3!!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-mseCyQ2XI/AAAAAAAAALE/6BMrpmUU7Is/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1438553378622118424</id><published>2008-03-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:18.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-VOUSyQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sqidlTbeHSA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-VOUSyQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sqidlTbeHSA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180633056906631522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to love everything vanilla. vanilla candles, vanilla ice cream, vanilla perfume, vanilla vanilla vanilla! mom had bought me a febreze candle, that was vanilla, and i decided to light it and let it go, just to see if it was really good, and if it would make the room smell better. i had it burning for a few hours and then ben brought a couple of his friends home, and they both commented oh how nice it smelled. and they hadn't even realized that it was the candle. one thought it was the whip cream i had just made. i'm almost out of the candle, which is really sad, but i'm going to buy another once i get my paycheck this upcoming week. so then i can make my room vanilla fresh! i also plan to use vanilla air fresheners in my car... once i get a car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1438553378622118424?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1438553378622118424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1438553378622118424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1438553378622118424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1438553378622118424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/vanilla.html' title='Vanilla'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-VOUSyQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sqidlTbeHSA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4516664267656012898</id><published>2008-03-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:18.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>You all know my love for hot chocolate! my favorite brand is Stephen's, my fav flavor is a caramel chocolate blend, the picture has the actual title of it, so if anyone wants to, you can send me a pack of that stuff! they don't sell it out here... ;)   to die for! but the other day i was looking at all the hot chocolate mix and was like, i want the flavor in a different form, expecially since spring and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-B7sKr4ZaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zQOM-f70FNo/s1600-h/513sK-DesNL._AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-B7sKr4ZaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zQOM-f70FNo/s400/513sK-DesNL._AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275570188936610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; summer are coming soon, and i'm not downing hot chocolate like i used to, the mix would just sit there until fall. so what i did was make a milk shake, and just added some of the mix. it was REALLY good! but if you are going to try it, don't put to much in, it becomes very crunchy and powdery at the end of the shake. i liked it so much, now i can have hot chocolate all year round, without getting tired of it! it'll just be in a different form! oh! i can't believe that people are starting to make a mix with added caffeine! i think our country is hiked up on enough caffeine already!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and an update on my competition! today i met with most of the other contestants, and they said that there was like, 34 of us, so that makes me nervous! but the chef who went through all of our applications showed us what we need to do, and the basics of what we are making. they said that the whole thing should be over by 2, so the best part of that is that i'll be able to go to prom, and after prom and make everything a memorable night! i don't care what you say! i remember having fun with my friends after a competition! i don't care if i have a date or anything like that!! okay maybe i do a little, but that's not important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4516664267656012898?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4516664267656012898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4516664267656012898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4516664267656012898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4516664267656012898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R-B7sKr4ZaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zQOM-f70FNo/s72-c/513sK-DesNL._AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1166501565872226540</id><published>2008-03-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:18.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9v7qar4ZZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RCgyhL9IJyA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9v7qar4ZZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RCgyhL9IJyA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178008902728967570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the first Narnia so much! Me and ben went to see vantage point a few weeks ago and i thought it was good. but what i was really excited about was that they showed a trailer for the second narnia. i got all excited! and then it showed the rating for it... it was R. i got so sad! but i think it is just violence. so i don't know, i really want to see it. maybe when it comes out, i can read that kid review thing that tells you absolutely everything bad that happens in it. and then judge for myself. we will see. any movies you are excited for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1166501565872226540?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1166501565872226540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1166501565872226540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1166501565872226540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1166501565872226540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/narnia-2.html' title='Narnia 2'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9v7qar4ZZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RCgyhL9IJyA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8816407637415141459</id><published>2008-03-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:18.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! guess what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9npQar4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/J3u-NqK7oqI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9npQar4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/J3u-NqK7oqI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177425714889647490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! i got into the Best Teen Chef competition! they called me and then emailed me and said that they loved my essay, which makes me wonder if they liked my recipe. but i didn't care! i made it! now i can rest easy that i was able to have some competitions to talk about during my presentation at senior boards! today, they made an announcement at school, congratulating me, and all my friends were so happy for me! yay! my foods teacher said that there was an art institute representative here, the art institute is now known as the international art institute and is hosting this competition, came in when they made the announcement and he said that i have a lot of opportunity going to this one out here, because it is so small. and then my teacher basically said that they were going to be training me to go to nationals. so i don't know if i was the only one who entered, or if i am the best, but it gives me goose bumps! i mean, what if i make it all the way to the top and win nationals? i would win full tuition to the school! and i would live at home so it would basically be a free ride! I'm so excited! the only sad part, is that i have to give up on prom, it is the same day, but i think this is totally worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8816407637415141459?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8816407637415141459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8816407637415141459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8816407637415141459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8816407637415141459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey! guess what!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R9npQar4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/J3u-NqK7oqI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2452457049246461956</id><published>2008-03-10T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:32:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is</title><content type='html'>Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;it's monday oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;i know we are all excited to start the week!&lt;br /&gt;But this week can't be beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;How long have we spent&lt;br /&gt;our precious time in a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Working on our projects, Whoo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;i have slept in a class&lt;br /&gt;No worries, it's was jusst Peer counseling class!&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to do, although i could have slept in a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;The week is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;next week will be soon over,&lt;br /&gt;for it is spring break and will be too great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;Is this poem over yet?&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is growling&lt;br /&gt;for some nourishment to please it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my last moments before lunch&lt;br /&gt;working on this peom,&lt;br /&gt;in which i'm sure carrie is laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tenth...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the eleventh...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was pleasing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2452457049246461956?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2452457049246461956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2452457049246461956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2452457049246461956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2452457049246461956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is.html' title='Today is'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1654384244082694894</id><published>2008-03-06T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:40:39.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alteration</title><content type='html'>this is a book by one of my best friends, and his best friend. I just read it within a few hours and enjoyed it very much. His senior project was publishing a book and i bought the first copy! i know, i know.. how exciting is that!! while i was reading i forgot that he and his friend wrote this and i stopped guessing who the characters were supposed to be in real life. i really enjoyed it when i stopped doing that. that's the only problem knowing someone who writes a book and trying to support them by reading it and getting destracted by that. I know who 3 of the characters are, but i think i'll give up on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about how two brothers are having a normal day and then events happen that change the rest of their life. It is sorta being an epic, but at a modern time... i can't explain it well!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the description from the website i bought the book on:&lt;br /&gt;Living an average life in a sea-side town, Jason and his brother Arik were never anything special. Just a couple of teens who loved to hang out with their friends and practice martial arts. That is, until one day, the worlds of both them and their dearest friends get turned upside down as conspiracy of a secret agency threatens them. On the run and protected by a mysterious group of rebels, they must take the chances of a life time to save themselves and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a page where you can look at the cover and all that!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lulu.com/content/2107959&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1654384244082694894?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1654384244082694894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1654384244082694894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1654384244082694894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1654384244082694894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/alteration.html' title='Alteration'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-387080241943328507</id><published>2008-03-04T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:19.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R81ljGzCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nZSAznpmxW0/s1600-h/DCP_5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R81ljGzCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nZSAznpmxW0/s320/DCP_5631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173903200713078818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mom told me to put the pic on at a larger size, so you guys can look at it better! sorry for the small pic. that wasn't very nice of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-387080241943328507?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/387080241943328507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=387080241943328507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/387080241943328507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/387080241943328507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-another-chance.html' title='Here&apos;s another chance'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R81ljGzCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nZSAznpmxW0/s72-c/DCP_5631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2122989267053976713</id><published>2008-02-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:19.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National High School Chef of the Year</title><content type='html'>This is my plate for the National High School Chef of the Year, hosted by Johnson and Wales!&lt;br /&gt;The theme was Healthy Heritage. And of course, i did Danish as the heritage, because you could have chosen anything...&lt;br /&gt;i made smorrebrod, which is an open face sandwich, the danes specialty. the Danish LOVE their potatoes, just ask my friend line (it's pronounced leena) she is an exchange student straight from denmark! an i needed something veggie, something bright, so i took the idea from work and just steamed the veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8j2HI7k_fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DwbsPteGZnY/s1600-h/DCP_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8j2HI7k_fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DwbsPteGZnY/s400/DCP_5642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172654774551903730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i used a hand held zester and peeled the skin off of the zucchini and used it as a garnish. everyone who was around after school in the classroom was amazed at how good it looked, it looks even better in person! i created all this by just a few examples of recipes and i just came up with it! they were even more amazed by how good it tasted. which i was just thinking, you had doubt?? jeeze! ;) anyway i hope you all are doing well, and enjoying the time with mom and dad around... i'm just very excited because i don't have school on monday, and the rest of the week i only have to be at school for less than 4 hours!! yay! and on wednesday a few friends and i are going to go prom dress shopping, the only bad thing about that, is that if i win the Best Teen Chef for colorado, then i would be flown down to las vegas and the competition would take place on prom, and i actually want to go to this dance. so we will see how that works out! soon it'll be spring break and then about a 2 months i'll be an official grizzly alumini! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2122989267053976713?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2122989267053976713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2122989267053976713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2122989267053976713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2122989267053976713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/national-high-school-chef-of-year.html' title='National High School Chef of the Year'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8j2HI7k_fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DwbsPteGZnY/s72-c/DCP_5642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-9040940602693302895</id><published>2008-02-28T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:19.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Teen Chef</title><content type='html'>Here is my plate entry for the Best Teen Chef Competition. I really don't mind if i don't get into this competition, cause i'm starting to plan on going to prom and if i get into the 2nd level of the actual competition i wouldn't be able to go to prom. but in yet, i don't mind either way it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8ePBY7k_eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JMxyFb0yJRU/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8ePBY7k_eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JMxyFb0yJRU/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172259951093284322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping the plate would be a lot bigger and have more food, but i could just say it's an appetizer. it has asparagus, carrots, potato and tomato. there is lamb meatballs, and if you know how expensive lamb is, then you know why i'll never work with lamb again! the bars is a mint pesto sauce, but i'm actually going to do an arugula pesto because it'll taste better with all the food. the mint pesto just made the potato taste like an apple, i don't suggest trying it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-9040940602693302895?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/9040940602693302895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=9040940602693302895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/9040940602693302895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/9040940602693302895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-teen-chef.html' title='Best Teen Chef'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8ePBY7k_eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JMxyFb0yJRU/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5620129147001846932</id><published>2008-02-23T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:19.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys!</title><content type='html'>lately i have been recieving spam, you may have noticed and i apologize if you have clicked on their links... so i have to crack down and make it harder to comment. but those who love me will be pacitent.. right? lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been preparing for the upcoming deadlines for the competitions, and i feel so stressed because i have been so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8BMmvlR80I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P5cj83Wp14I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8BMmvlR80I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P5cj83Wp14I/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170216600712901442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lazy about it that i have two coming up, the 29th and the 3rd. these are important deadlines, so you won't be hearing from me, unless i am is peer counseling with nothing to do. once these are past, i will put more posts to show you what i have been doing!&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvience, but i've just been very irritated with whoever is doing this to my blog... oh well, that's the internet for you!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5620129147001846932?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5620129147001846932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5620129147001846932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5620129147001846932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5620129147001846932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R8BMmvlR80I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P5cj83Wp14I/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1797017634159447413</id><published>2008-02-19T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:20.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Shoes, shoes, don't we all love shoes, well if you don't i think you are weird!!&lt;br /&gt;Another handy thing about having a job, is that you can  buy cool and neat things like these great shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7ufdflR8yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MyvHEywux9U/s1600-h/DCP_5625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7ufdflR8yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MyvHEywux9U/s320/DCP_5625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168900326380663586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought these around homecoming time, because when me and my friends were dress shopping, i saw these at one of the stores we went to and i about died! i went back with mom right away (as soon as my next paycheck came in) and bought them. All the young women loved them and a few even went out and bought a pair with leopard print. they weren't the same ones, of which i am so thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ones mom gave to me when i was going through boxes for donations for goodwill. She bought them so she could be official and dressy when she was promoted to the manager position, but they would always hurt her feet, so she stopped &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7ufjflR8zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wB0co1APrro/s1600-h/DCP_5629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7ufjflR8zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wB0co1APrro/s320/DCP_5629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168900429459878706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing them and threw them in a box. luckily, i remembered them and when i came across mom and dad's old shoe box, i opened it up to see if they were in there, and low and behold  there they were! I asked for them and mom said take them. I'm glad mom went back to her old position for work though, the new manager position was just no fun for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a shoe fettish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a pair of shoes i loved that barb had. they were light blue strapped sandals and i think that is when i got hooked, because i felt so cute in them! I asked her about them, like, a year after, and she said she had gotten rid of them, and i got so sad! i really wished she would have given them to me! so if anybody has cute shoes that they don't want.. i can fit into a 7 1/2 to 8 1/2 shoes. but 8s are much better! ;) and yes, that is spiderman in two spots back there.. can anyone guess where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1797017634159447413?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1797017634159447413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1797017634159447413' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1797017634159447413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1797017634159447413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7ufdflR8yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MyvHEywux9U/s72-c/DCP_5625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-2465555864927065416</id><published>2008-02-18T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:20.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7m61PlR8wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MJevUx1_AR4/s1600-h/wcd_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7m61PlR8wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MJevUx1_AR4/s400/wcd_home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168367471263085314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was just thinking that it would be really cool if the company i worked for would start a new resident campus up there in logan, and chose me to go head the food service department! I really do like working for this company, and love spending time with the residents. and i would be more than willing to move up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking about space yesterday, cause dad and ben fell asleep to a history channel special on space. There was this one guy that was predicting the earth being hit by a huge asteroid, about 2026 or something, and if not then, then is 2038... I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7m7BPlR8xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Fc8BgmdGOjg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7m7BPlR8xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Fc8BgmdGOjg/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168367677421515538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thought it was a little funny because all they were talking about was the end of the earth. and they were trying to make it entertaining, but it just ended up funny, at least to me. Then there was one about what would happen if the human race died out. they showed that the pet dogs would go back to packs, and scavenging. they made it look like they wouldn't survive without us! and the scenario they played should have taken all life out of the planet, but there was still dogs, and cats, and bird left. i thought it was funny! i think that when the time is right, christ will come and i really don't think any of these extravagant things will happen, maybe an asteroid or two, but other than that.. no. but it still fascinates me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-2465555864927065416?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/2465555864927065416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=2465555864927065416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2465555864927065416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/2465555864927065416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-just-thinking.html' title='I was just thinking'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R7m61PlR8wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MJevUx1_AR4/s72-c/wcd_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-3001771120993192789</id><published>2008-02-14T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:19:35.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-3001771120993192789?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/3001771120993192789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=3001771120993192789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3001771120993192789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/3001771120993192789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-day!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8338995892956559558</id><published>2008-02-14T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:16:03.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took the space test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/space_ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/space/6c4eab62be2bd2d8.png" alt="The NerdTests' Space Test says I'm a Knows Space Exists.  What kind of space geek are you?  Click here!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that better than jeff's, or worse?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's worse... at least i know it exists!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8338995892956559558?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8338995892956559558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8338995892956559558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8338995892956559558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8338995892956559558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-took-space-test.html' title='I took the space test'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-297474912948107731</id><published>2008-02-10T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:20.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Canes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6-rE_lR8vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oiDHJJZSMe0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6-rE_lR8vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oiDHJJZSMe0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165535399892873970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have left over candy canes that you just don't want to eat? i know i do! here's a great tip. heat up some milk to a good heat, one that can melt candy canes, stick that milk in a blender (especially if you don't have a nifty hot chocolate maker like me) break up some or your favorite candy canes, flavor doesn't matter, just as long as the flavors do go together. turn on the blender with the top on of course, and blend away. pour and drink. it is good, depending on if you like the flavor of your candy cane. if you are going to use pepper mint, throw some chocolate mix in with it, and enjoy peppermint hot chocolate! enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-297474912948107731?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/297474912948107731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=297474912948107731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/297474912948107731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/297474912948107731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/candy-canes.html' title='Candy Canes'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6-rE_lR8vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oiDHJJZSMe0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8582303647455358675</id><published>2008-02-09T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:21.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy!</title><content type='html'>one thing i love about working is that you can buy yourself really cool stuff! one of the things that i have bought and absolutely love is my new ipod nano, it's pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R63mTvlR8uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hILoIo8Iyos/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R63mTvlR8uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hILoIo8Iyos/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165037574528561890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out about two weeks ago and i got it last saturday! some of my friends were impressed, one of them told me it was totally me, and a few thought i was weird, but i don't care! this is going to be my last big purchase, because i have to save up money for my competitions, and all the practice and trial and error stuff. you know. and then maybe i'll have a little extra to help me decide what i want to do after high school... we will see how that goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8582303647455358675?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8582303647455358675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8582303647455358675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8582303647455358675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8582303647455358675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-toy.html' title='New toy!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R63mTvlR8uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hILoIo8Iyos/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-839021772470705985</id><published>2008-02-05T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:21.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Counseling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6ikeQ8f1WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mc2SlQ2q9OU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6ikeQ8f1WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mc2SlQ2q9OU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163557812632016226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting here in peer counseling, a little angry because this morning we got a delay, which is great! But i was supposed to go on a field trip down to Johnson and Wales, and then Metro to see the kitchens and such, but my teacher cancelled because of the snow, luckly i felt like i needed to bring my school stuff, so i had all that at least. then in our first class they decided to conduct a drug search, which we just sit in our class and cannot leave for about a hour, or more depending on how many druggies they catch. they actually random room check, and they did my class today. they made us put all of our stuff on our desks, made us line up out of the classroom, and they let the puppy loose in the room. no one was caught with drugs in our class so we all returned unscaved. now i'm bored. i'm about ready to go to my Ap government class in which i am not prepared because i didn't write my assignments down! all because of a delay!! man! what a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-839021772470705985?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/839021772470705985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=839021772470705985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/839021772470705985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/839021772470705985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/peer-counseling.html' title='Peer Counseling'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6ikeQ8f1WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mc2SlQ2q9OU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8133511128284927729</id><published>2008-02-03T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:21.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garg!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6aBCw8f1VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYlOH7ep8RU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6aBCw8f1VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYlOH7ep8RU/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162955907325220178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm working on my senior paper, it's due tomorrow, and the lazy person in me had won the battle! i waited til last minute to work on it, and now do i feel stupid! hey, i like being a vegetable in front of the T.V. i'm searching for stories of people who have certain diseases caused by obesity so that i can support my thesis, and lengthen my paper by two pages, cause i need 6 minimum. how am i doing so far? i have 3 and a fourth pages. I hate writing argument papers, i really do. How can you LIKE writing carrie? i really don't like it! maybe i'll get lucky and find a great source for stories and just use that one! wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8133511128284927729?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8133511128284927729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8133511128284927729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8133511128284927729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8133511128284927729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/garg.html' title='Garg!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R6aBCw8f1VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYlOH7ep8RU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-803740144010470932</id><published>2008-02-02T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:56:41.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.synchallenge.com" style="display: block; background: url('http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/478/548/synesthesia.tjqcmf66gk.jpg') no-repeat; width: 318px; height: 114px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 126px;"&gt;63%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like these quizes! if you have any other websites that have quizes, please tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-803740144010470932?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/803740144010470932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=803740144010470932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/803740144010470932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/803740144010470932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/creative-juice.html' title='Creative Juice'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-971091996476283887</id><published>2008-02-01T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:44:22.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background: url('http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/628/876/disney.li1gcu1xr0.jpg') no-repeat; width: 294px; height: 230px;"&gt;&lt;a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 172px;  height: 35px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 23px; font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; color: #0099FF;" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view/disney-trifecta"&gt;I SCORED A 90%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-971091996476283887?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/971091996476283887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=971091996476283887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/971091996476283887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/971091996476283887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/02/disney.html' title='Disney!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4160677940929640894</id><published>2008-01-27T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:06:55.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Carrie</title><content type='html'>So mel put a link on if you were in a rut, and i am, so i thought i would check it out and i found one about zombies! here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/zombie" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 209px; padding-top: 35px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/904/272/zombie.jssf41n85k.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;"&gt;34%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they don't think you can survive if you try to save others or your family! how sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4160677940929640894?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4160677940929640894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4160677940929640894' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4160677940929640894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4160677940929640894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/dedicated-to-carrie.html' title='Dedicated to Carrie'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5016533777562302958</id><published>2008-01-22T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:22.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R5auHA8f1UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMHhOD22qCM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R5auHA8f1UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMHhOD22qCM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158501858735543618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is willing to admit that that word is a little scary. Right now it scares me a lot. I know i need to apply to colleges, but i'm scared of everything that will come with it. like moving out, making it on my own. paying for everything you need. how do you do it? i can barely get by with what i get because i love spending. I'm addicted to it! right now i just want to test my wings, and just cook. but i know i should get a better education. paying for it is the problem. when i look for scholerships, it's always for people in a certain city in a country or with brown hair or something! i wish someone would just tell me what to do, and what was expected of me so i could just do it. i don't like making big decisions like this! it really scares me. But can any of you give me suggestions or tips on anything!? please!&lt;br /&gt;maybe some encouraging words would be nice! thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5016533777562302958?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5016533777562302958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5016533777562302958' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5016533777562302958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5016533777562302958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/future.html' title='Future!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R5auHA8f1UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMHhOD22qCM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4139820754660771111</id><published>2008-01-15T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:22.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Pike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R42Er7LC9DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dQ2sW7DJSNk/s1600-h/516R4N5JS4L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R42Er7LC9DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dQ2sW7DJSNk/s320/516R4N5JS4L._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155923038562350130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dianna for reminding me of christopher pike! That was the guy i was trying to remember on barb's blog, and i couldn't remember his name. i really liked those books because they were different! i do remember Joan lowry nixon. her books were good. And i remember the .com books at least i think they were called that. i really liked the one where that kid was dating a girl, but then she had a crazy sister who tried to kill both of them! Ah, that was a good book, kept me on the edge of my seat! I would like to start reading again, but my text books fill my vision every night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4139820754660771111?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4139820754660771111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4139820754660771111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4139820754660771111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4139820754660771111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/christopher-pike.html' title='Christopher Pike'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R42Er7LC9DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dQ2sW7DJSNk/s72-c/516R4N5JS4L._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-6450964411598937086</id><published>2008-01-15T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:04:20.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog Rating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/84/166/rated_g.ysmz0z1iha.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Free Online &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; from JustSayHi&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i got this was because i mentioned knife! isn't that funny! i wonder what caused mel's to be pg 13!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-6450964411598937086?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/6450964411598937086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=6450964411598937086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6450964411598937086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/6450964411598937086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blog-rating.html' title='My blog Rating!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7340105366445781365</id><published>2008-01-13T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:22.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4pJu7LC9CI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MR_-diF8VOg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4pJu7LC9CI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MR_-diF8VOg/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155013793985786914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am again, talking about my senior project, it's boring but bare with me!&lt;br /&gt;So what i'm doing for my project is i am entering 3 different competitions in the culinary field. the first one that i'm going to do is the FCCLA competition during the convention here for Coloradans, i will be making a three meal course in one hour. then present it to the judges. i'm still not sure on the details for it, but then again i just changed which competition i'm participating in.&lt;br /&gt;The second i hopefully will participate in is the Best Teen Chef for the Art Institute of colorado. i just have to pick a recipe and cook it in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then the third and most important one is the High School Chef of the Year for Johnson &amp; Wales. I have to come up with a heritage recipe and make it healthy (or i could use an old family recipe). so lately i have been researching health requirements and such.&lt;br /&gt;I could win full tuition to Art Institute and J&amp;W if i get first place, and there are other scholorships for the other places. so i'm getting really excited! yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7340105366445781365?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7340105366445781365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7340105366445781365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7340105366445781365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7340105366445781365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/senior-project.html' title='Senior project'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4pJu7LC9CI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MR_-diF8VOg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-4447488808137517012</id><published>2008-01-09T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:09:57.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How addicted am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/385/536/blog_addiction.vocrlzwbk8.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;70%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Find &lt;a href="http://www.medical-assistant-training-schools.org/ultrasounddiagnosticschools.htm"&gt;Ultrasound technician schools&lt;/a&gt; near you&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeeze! who'da thunk! i hardly post anymore.. because i'm not as creative as some folk are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-4447488808137517012?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/4447488808137517012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=4447488808137517012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4447488808137517012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/4447488808137517012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-addicted-am-i.html' title='How addicted am I?'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-1827344028454427570</id><published>2008-01-07T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4LzYbLC9BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/37Hyn0HIfg8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4LzYbLC9BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/37Hyn0HIfg8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152948524601766930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianna asked me if i still like Egyptian stuff, and i still love it! i have really gotten into learning about biblical stories dealing with Egypt, but i still love the history and the "mysteriousness" of it. I have recently been amazed with the Incans and the Mayans, because i feel like they were just "left overs" (for lack of a better term) from the huge war with the Lamanites and the Nephites, where the Lamanites set out to destroy the Nephites and if they denied their god, then they lived. I always imagined Moroni traveling through the forest, carrying the most important thing in our lives. i really want to go down there some day and see the pyramids and think that i was standing in Zarahemla. ahh... ancient history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-1827344028454427570?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/1827344028454427570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=1827344028454427570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1827344028454427570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/1827344028454427570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/egypt.html' title='Egypt'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R4LzYbLC9BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/37Hyn0HIfg8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-8007506157174688125</id><published>2008-01-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:22.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Holiday am I?</title><content type='html'>You Are Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3_RnbLC9AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BzFhlSrioWc/s1600-h/thanksgiving.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3_RnbLC9AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BzFhlSrioWc/s200/thanksgiving.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152066973974328322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a homebody who enjoys being in the company of people you love.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a lot to make you happy. You're enjoying life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;You have many blessings in your life, and you are grateful for each one.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that life is about what you *do* have. You feel like you have enough of the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you celebrate: Family, friends, and the changing of the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At holiday get togethers, you do best as: The host of the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a holiday, you're the one most likely to: Spend so much energy preparing that it's a full time job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-8007506157174688125?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/8007506157174688125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=8007506157174688125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8007506157174688125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/8007506157174688125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-holiday-am-i.html' title='What Holiday am I?'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3_RnbLC9AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BzFhlSrioWc/s72-c/thanksgiving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-845438310655683053</id><published>2008-01-03T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:25:31.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh NO!!!</title><content type='html'>Man, i have school today! jeeze! what i'm unhappy about, is that they took a week of our break! just this year! and we aren't even getting out earlier this summer! it's the same! Columbine doesn't have to go back until the 8th! they say that we have less because we have a fall break, but even if we did, all the other years we had more christmas break and a fall break! how weird is that? rumor has it, that parents were complaining about kids being home too long! oh well, i'm done complaining! better finish getting ready for school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-845438310655683053?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/845438310655683053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=845438310655683053' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/845438310655683053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/845438310655683053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh NO!!!'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-5925268774197463509</id><published>2007-12-30T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:23.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>if you don't like cheesecake, then you are crazy! i love cheesecake! i like the thick and creamy, the ones that can only be described as dry, but really isn't cause it gives you a dry texture. no bake, take an hour bakes. Chocolate, strawberry, blueberry, plain. i love them all! here is a good recipe that i had tried about a week or two ago.. i think just a week. it's from Tyler Florence, he's a foodnetwork star who went to Johnson and Wales. supposedly he's an expert on cheesecakes, but we will have to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3fxzbLC8_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RgO0nP3GX9M/s1600-h/sr0101_cheesecake_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3fxzbLC8_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RgO0nP3GX9M/s200/sr0101_cheesecake_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149850564691162098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Recipe courtesy Tyler Florence&lt;br /&gt;Show: &lt;br /&gt;Food Network Specials&lt;br /&gt;Episode&lt;br /&gt;All-Star Desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crust: &lt;br /&gt;2 cups finely ground graham crackers (about 30 squares) &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;1 stick unsalted butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;Filling:  1 pound cream cheese, 2 (8-ounce) blocks, softened  3 eggs  1 cup sugar  1 pint sour cream  1 lemon, zested  1 dash vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;Warm Lemon Blueberry Topping, recipe follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Crust: &lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;In a mixing bowl, combine the crust ingredients with a fork until evenly moistened. Lightly coat the bottom and sides of an 8-inch springform pan with nonstick cooking spray. Pour the crumbs into the pan and, using the bottom of a measuring cup or the smooth bottom of a glass, press the crumbs down into the base and 1-inch up the sides. Refrigerate for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;For the Filling:  In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the cream cheese on low speed for 1 minute until smooth and free of any lumps. Add the eggs, 1 at a time, and continue to beat slowly until combined. Gradually add sugar and beat until creamy, for 1 to 2 minutes. Add sour cream, lemon zest, and vanilla. Periodically scrape down the sides of the bowl and the beaters. The batter should be well mixed but not over-beaten. Pour the filling into the crust-lined pan and smooth the top with a spatula.&lt;br /&gt;Set the cheesecake pan on a large piece of aluminum foil and fold up the sides around it. Place the cake pan in a large roasting pan. Pour boiling water into the roasting pan until the water is about halfway up the sides of the cheesecake pan; the foil will keep the water from seeping into the cheesecake. Bake for 45 minutes. The cheesecake should still jiggle (it will firm up after chilling), so be careful not to overcook. Let cool in pan for 30 minutes. Chill in the refrigerator, loosely covered, for at least 4 hours. Loosen the cheesecake from the sides of the pan by running a thin metal spatula around the inside rim. Unmold and transfer to a cake plate. Using a spatula spread a layer of Warm Lemon Blueberry topping over the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Slice the cheesecake with a thin, non-serrated knife that has been dipped in hot water. Wipe dry after each cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Lemon Blueberries: &lt;br /&gt;1 pint blueberries &lt;br /&gt;1 lemon, zested and juiced &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;In a small saucepan add all the ingredients and simmer over medium heat for 5 minutes or so until the fruit begins to break down slightly. Leave to cool before spreading on cheesecake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-5925268774197463509?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5925268774197463509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=5925268774197463509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5925268774197463509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/5925268774197463509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheesecake.html' title='Cheesecake'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3fxzbLC8_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RgO0nP3GX9M/s72-c/sr0101_cheesecake_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-463004938056654194</id><published>2007-12-28T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:23.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rag Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3VoDrLC8-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NbSBn3oB05Y/s1600-h/DCP_5595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3VoDrLC8-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NbSBn3oB05Y/s200/DCP_5595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149136161305981922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianna's reminesesnce of our games reminded me if these dolls. from right to left, there is Elicia, Suzie, and the other girl is either named annie, or haley. i can't remember. Grandma F made these for us, and i think she should start again! i love these rag dolls, especially the outfits grammy would make for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-463004938056654194?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/463004938056654194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=463004938056654194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/463004938056654194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/463004938056654194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2007/12/rag-dolls.html' title='Rag Dolls'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3VoDrLC8-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NbSBn3oB05Y/s72-c/DCP_5595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728930756778283855.post-7691396426409166752</id><published>2007-12-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:15:23.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas</title><content type='html'>So Dianna wanted to know what i had gotten, but i'll tell you one thing that i have gotten today, and if i remember to do this tomorrow, then i'll tell you something else i had received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new Hot Chocolate maker. If you know me well, i love hot chocolate. And since we don't have our kettle out, i usually have to take a ton of time boiling water, or sticking a glass in the microwave to get some hot water. Now i just have to pour water or milk into this nifty container, and heat it up for about 3 minutes in the microwave. after that i just use the mixer, the little &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3J89LLC89I/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZ3deETYKi8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3J89LLC89I/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZ3deETYKi8/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148314714450883538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stick thing, press the button when it is in the pot, and it mixes up the whole thing! making your hot chocolate frothy and smooth. You could either use powdered cocoa, hot chocolate mix, chocolate syrup, or put in little chocolate pieces before you heat the milk up. the chocolate pieces will melt, and when you mix it, they will incorporate into the milk. I tried that an it is soo good!  What surprised me was that dad had this idea! and he didn't spend mornings with me, waiting for my water to boil like mom did! Thanks dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728930756778283855-7691396426409166752?l=eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/7691396426409166752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728930756778283855&amp;postID=7691396426409166752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7691396426409166752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728930756778283855/posts/default/7691396426409166752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliciashouseoffun.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas'/><author><name>Elicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656008014031270088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/SJn1863PDjI/AAAAAAAAASY/-pdhCz_jszE/s1600-R/DCP_6025-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtX-EQYhR10/R3J89LLC89I/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZ3deETYKi8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
