<?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-7261080445856237722</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:23:52.787-07:00</updated><category term='new job'/><category term='moving'/><category term='diet'/><category term='funny'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='sun conure'/><category term='Tracy Aviary'/><category term='design'/><category term='reality show'/><category term='fun places'/><category term='bad week'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Project Runway'/><category term='birds'/><category term='bosses'/><category term='updates'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='wheat'/><category term='new bird'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Wipeout'/><category term='Proposition 1'/><title type='text'>Summer's Wonders</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-5861935442915915365</id><published>2010-09-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:44:23.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><title type='text'>New Life????</title><content type='html'>So it has basically been a year since I have written on this bloggy thing, but really nothing has happened until now. It is so crazy! So let me take you back, back to when this craziness all started. I decided a while ago that I was going to follow my dream of training birds and go into Zoology. Well the only place in the whole freakin' state to have that degree was Weber State. So I signed up for classes thinking that I would drive there every other day for my one class and take the others online. well I have never paid attention to how long it takes to get to Ogden because I was never driving. Last time I was preoccupied with a bird! I don't have time to look at clocks! Anyway I drove there to see an adviser and it freakin' took fffooorrreeeevvver! Plus the campus was twice as big as SLCC's  and my classes where in the farthest building away on campus. I was thinking "what the crap is wrong with me?!!? I can't do this! I am only 24 years old, I am still just a baby! (according to my mom and dad in the real world 24 is old, but they know nothing) anyway for months I was concerned about what to do. It basically haunted my every action! I was never not able to think about it. People kept asking me " are you going to move there?" and I was like No way man I am staying right here! but the thought of moving kept nagging at me. What? Move? am I going crazy? what is wrong with me? I don't want to move! I told my parents I would live with them till I was 50! I can' t break their hearts like that. I can't let them down now. but I the thought wouldn't leave me. so every day, seriously, every day I looked for an apartment to rent or roommates but everything was so expensive or the people sounded crazy or lived with cats which I am allergic too. So my friend Megan, just got off her mission a few months ago, kept telling me that Ogden was the bomb and she had so much fun there. So I thought why can't see live with me! Genius! but of course that would have been easy and fun so no. that wouldn't be allowed. She found a job in Salt Lake. Crap! Everyone of my friends is either married or graduated. why do my friends have to be so awesome. why couldn't they be socially stunted like me? ugh! Dang friends. Well it was two weeks before August and I knew time was running out, school was starting soon. So then I had a visit from my visiting teachers and I told them I didn't know what to do. I was scared with either choice I made and I felt like I was suppose to have answer but I wasn't getting one. They told me that sometimes you have to make a decision and move forward with it and then the Lord would tell you if its right or not. so I thought long and hard about it and decided to take the plunge and move. I think I was kind of hoping the Lord would intervene and tell me I was wrong and to stop and stay home. But No, that's not how my life works, pretty much everything fell into place. The next Sunday Megan said that she knew a girl looking for a roommate and she gave her my number and by Thursday we had seen the place and I was saying yes to moving in with her. Again when I said yes I was waiting for that sinking feeling to come into my heart but it never came. then I tried to make it come and still nothing! Dang it! I was really doing this. So I quit my job at the college and two weeks later I moved to Ogden. That day was the hardest of my life. My mom and brother and sister helped me move everything in. Then they were gone. I was alone. with a girl I didn't know. SIDE NOTE: okay so I am not a normal person, I don't like meeting people, and the only ones that really really know me are my family. not even my closest friends know everything about me. and I get embarrassed about the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am all alone, I am crying while I unpack everything but trying not to let my roommate, Jamie is her name, know. but it is harder then you think because there is a freakin' Hole in the wall that goes into her bed room! what the crap! you have got to be kidding me. so I go to bed I just wanted this to be a dream and be over with but I couldn't go to bed because of the special Hole in the Wall! her light was shining through this giant hole. and then I couldn't get the door to close because the door knobs are so old I think the pioneers brought them across the plains with them. So the first night was a memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;Well so far its week 3 of school and the classes get harder every week but I am trying to stay on top of it. I still don't have a job even though I have applied to every where within a 15 mile radius of my apartment. and I have come to learn that my roommate is the most perfect girl ever. you know that girl that you love to hate because she is so awesome? yep that's her. she is so sweet and nice and loves everything and is a health nut and everyone wants to be her friend and date her. Basically the exact opposite of me!  its not her fault, but man it can be annoying some days. I come home so much that my dad is wondering why I moved out. I always tell him "I think aliens took over my body" its the only explanation that makes sense. so far I haven't made any friends and I just found out that there is not Target in Ogden. nNNNNOOOOO! so I will try to keep you five people posted of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and here are some pictures of my place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImKkJ0OpxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZH2D1G0zWis/s1600/Summer+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImKkJ0OpxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZH2D1G0zWis/s320/Summer+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515091572406789906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lovely corner I spend most of my time in, when I am not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImLYHQkfGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jm527sO770Q/s1600/Summer+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImLYHQkfGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jm527sO770Q/s320/Summer+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515092465073552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This living room is smaller then it appears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImMORVqSJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AoMlBjjDXgo/s1600/Summer+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImMORVqSJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AoMlBjjDXgo/s320/Summer+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515093395492194450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kitchen but nice!&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/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImM4DB32qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g0gXzK9uqTw/s1600/Summer+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImM4DB32qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g0gXzK9uqTw/s320/Summer+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515094113205607074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the small shared bathroom. did I mention I hate being open to people I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-5861935442915915365?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/5861935442915915365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=5861935442915915365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5861935442915915365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5861935442915915365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-life.html' title='New Life????'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/TImKkJ0OpxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZH2D1G0zWis/s72-c/Summer+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-1075714371069237082</id><published>2009-03-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:45:41.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun conure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>NEW BIRD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So on Saturday I went to Ogden to go pick up my new bird. I found her on KSL.com. The owner was giving her away because she didn't have time to spend with her since she hurt her leg and the bird was named Sunny and was 6 years old. Well I have been looking for a baby sun conure for months and no one had any yet. when I saw this bird I thought that why should I get a baby when this poor bird needs love too. So I sent out an email to the owner not thinking I would get a reply. but sure enough that same day she emailed me and asked me if I wanted her. I was over freaking joyed plus she was only $175 were a baby Sun Conure would have cost me around $400. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got her home she was really upset and we weren't sure if she really was a biter or not, the lady had said that she hadn't ever bitten anyone but I seem to be the person who has the first time with things like this, so finally I got her to sit on my shoulder and she would play with my hair and play with my eyelashes, which means she was preening me and was a good sign. Plus I was in need of a good preening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was nice and she was getting kind of use to us. plus she lets you pet her and she won't bite at you for it! it was really weird. I am use to having a bird that would chew my hand off if it got to close so I was really nervous that she would turn around and attack, but she never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my mom how my dad felt about me getting the new bird but she was like "I didn't tell him about it did you?" I was shocked she tells him everything even when I tell her not to tell dad she still does. so we wanted to see what would happen when he got home but this bird is really quite and he didn't even notice! it was so fun he came out and didn't even see the cage in the family room. but then we went to say family prayers and Sunny started screaming cause we left her alone. My dad had this look of  shock on his face and looked at me. He asked " What the heck was that?" I just smiled and said " My new bird!" hahahaha it was funny. He acted all mad but he thought she was pretty and when she screamed again he said "Man it sounds like we are in a Jungle!" I listen to her squawk again and it does! its like being in Indiana Jones when he is in the jungle. its so cool! but I found out its not so cool when she screams and is on your shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so far she is doing good and she loves people to pet her but she hates being picked up, and she never goes in the bottom of her cage but hopefully she will get use to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-1075714371069237082?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/1075714371069237082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1075714371069237082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1075714371069237082'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-2529147716191875234</id><published>2009-02-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:17:14.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Bad week</title><content type='html'>So this week was really awful. Everything seems to happen at the same time all the time. Monday I had a day off from work which was awesome for the most part and I went to see the movie Coraline. Which is less creepy then the book but still really creepy I wouldn't recommend this movie for children. It scared me and there was a scene that I thought was a little to risky for a "children's" movie. We saw it in 3D which was cool but man where my eyes tired! I had to close them for a minute or two after the first hour and then I needed a nap. another reason why you shouldn't take your kids to this movie! Then I went to my sister house to play rock band. it was really cool but my gosh I can't play the drums. my left had can't keep a beat for anything. the guitar was a little easier but still really hard. but it was fun and some of the songs are insane so its fun to sing to sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But Tuesday at like three in the morning I wake up and have to throw up. it was awful so I stayed home from work and was sick to my stomach all day. I just sat around which since being on this diet I don't really like anymore. but my muscles hurt enough that I didn't want to move. lucky for me, my mom was off that day. I think it was unlucky for my mom because I found out later she was annoyed with me! I can't help it if I am bored and she is the only one to talk too! But I am positive if I was in her shoes i would be annoyed with me too so I can't really be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have been thinking about getting a new bird and I really really want a conure but my DAD won't let me have two birds in the house. Sometimes that man is so unreasonable I can't stand it but this bird we had was noisy and would bite and was mean. so I put an ad on the Internet to see if anyone would buy her. I told the truth that she was a mean bird and people wanted her!!!!!!  I found this really nice lady that had other birds and I knew my bird would be so much happier there. so I was going to give her up on Saturday, but the lady wanted to know more about the birds character. so while writing an email to her I realized I really did like this bird and started crying. I am such a bad person! what in the world was I doing. I was giving up a bird that I had had for ten years just because I wanted a newer model? oh for shame! but I had already told the lady I would do it so I had to go through with it. trust me my conscience didn't let me go that easy I cried and had nightmares all week about it. but Saturday came and I had to let my bird go. but she was really happy when I left she was playing with all the other birds. and didn't scream when I left. but the one ray of hope is that she will send me pictures and updates about my bird so I don't have to just forget her and hope she might be happy I get to know!&lt;br /&gt;So all week I was stressed about my bird and then I had a doctors appointment and I had only lost three pounds when I got there which means I gained and I had to beg her to let me have soy because she doesn't want me to add food every two weeks like I thought cause the longer i am on this diet the more weight I will lose. but even the health foods have soy so she let me but I still can have wheat only 3 times a week but its better then nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it doesn't sound like a lot but there are other things that are on my mind but this is far to long anyway. but trust me it was a lllloooooooooonnnnnnnggggggg week. (sign) and now here comes another one. don't worry thought I always come out alive somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-2529147716191875234?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/2529147716191875234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=2529147716191875234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/2529147716191875234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/2529147716191875234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-week.html' title='Bad week'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-1143656525710013946</id><published>2009-02-11T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:23:03.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat'/><title type='text'>Wheat can be oh so Awesome!</title><content type='html'>so here is an update about the food thing I am doing. I went to the doctor and she said that I was doing good but she wanted me on the diet for two more weeks to really get the "toxins" out of me. I basically told her I would die if she didn't let me add something back into the diet. Now I had thought a lot about what I would add back in and I had it all picked out. Soy. I was going to add Soy back in, but has I am sure this happens to you. the doctors makes me very nervous. so when she asked me what I would like to add back in I blurted out "WHEAT"! what the? where did that come from? wheat? I think I was thinking of having a sandwich at the time but it is all very fuzzy. but I still can't have loads a week I can only have wheat three times a week. so when I was done the first thing I did was run to subway!!! My little sister is the manager and I had her load up a sandwich with Veggies even the ones I don't really like! it was awesome I was so happy. real food! Glorious Bread! Never leave me. Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my mom I went to subway she seemed disappointed in me but I told her the bread was whole grain. but then harvest came home and bursted my bubble. She said she read the ingredients and it was made of Enriched Wheat flour. which means it was not whole grain. I was crushed, I wanted to cry no no more sandwiches from subway! wwwaaaaaaawwawawawwaw. but I got over it. life must go on. so we went out and bought whole wheat bread and some meat I could have and slap some mustard on there and you have an awesome sandwich for someone who is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the diet isn't all bad so far I have lost 13lbs! I still look huge but I am hoping that will go away soon. right now I still have a week and a half before I go back and am able to add more stuff in and this time I will stick to my guns and yell out SOY! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-1143656525710013946?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/1143656525710013946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=1143656525710013946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1143656525710013946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1143656525710013946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheat-can-be-oh-so-awesome.html' title='Wheat can be oh so Awesome!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-3938705974733275874</id><published>2009-01-30T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:11:41.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating is Everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SYNJZmrRAtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WHj4MJnqAP4/s1600-h/Thai_Fruits_Mango_Guava_Baby_Banana_Pineapple_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297158290945409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SYNJZmrRAtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WHj4MJnqAP4/s200/Thai_Fruits_Mango_Guava_Baby_Banana_Pineapple_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I finally have something to write about it my blog!!!!! Aren't you so happy! All two of you  that read this.  I have been to my share of doctors and I hate going because they never treat me like a person and just tell me I need to lose weight. Well my goodness I had no idea I needed to lose weight! I've only had 12 other people tell me that. I just think they are mean and so busy that they don't see the big picture. anyway so my mom found a Doctor that works in her building and she was impressed when she talked to her. She really seemed like someone who cares about her patients. So last week I went to her and she said that I am the kind of person that has a hard time losing weight and that for my stomach she wanted to put me on a special diet. one that detoxes the system. so I was like what is so special about it? Well I can't have Wheat, Dairy, Corn, Soy, or preservatives for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWHHHHHATTTTT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like EVERYTHING!!! so she gives me a packet of what I can and can't eat and some recipes I should try to make during the two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its almost a been a week and let me tell  you I want to die!!! its so hard when you can't eat anything so I have been eating fruit and veggies and weird crap called Moki and stevea. I have never head of any of this crap! Then going to the health food store was like entering another dimension where everything tasted bad and all the people looked mad and unhappy. or at least that's how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;OK its been hard yes but I know its good for me but I can't watch TV commercials cause they all have food and I want to sneak out and go to the drive thorough. and my sister has to eat at a different time then me because she can eat anything and be skinny all the time. oh that really burns my cookies........ yummy cookies ..... no summer no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK where was I? oh yes the diet and let me tell you fiber doesn't fill you up. I can eat and eat but I am never full and I am always hungry my stomach hasn't stopped growling since Sunday. (At least fast Sunday won't be so hard this month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and let me tell you about the recipes she gave us. my mom made this special salad dressing I could have and it is so gross it always makes my stomach lurch but I am so hungry I eat it anyway. then she makes this Cinnamon bread. I usually hate Cinnamon bead but I was so hungry and wanted something soft to chew. it was actually really good! I was so happy! for the first time something tasted good! I also tried to make my own spaghetti sauce and it was OK but it had a weird after taste. I was never very good at cooking. and then I tried last night to make an Applesauce Bread. I was so excited to eat it. when it came out of the oven I cut a piece straight away and took a huge bite. oh my gosh it tastes like FEET!!!! yuck!! patooooy! oh yuck. It was so gross ! oh this whole pan was a waste cause there was no way I am eating that. when my mom came home I didn't tell her it was gross I wanted to see if she said it was good cause she likes to fake me out and tell me it taste good so I will some how change my mind if she likes it. the look on her face when she had a piece was priceless!!! she hated it too! and she threw the whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I have no idea how i am going to survive the rest of the week. just pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-3938705974733275874?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/3938705974733275874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=3938705974733275874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3938705974733275874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3938705974733275874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-is-everything.html' title='Eating is Everything!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SYNJZmrRAtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WHj4MJnqAP4/s72-c/Thai_Fruits_Mango_Guava_Baby_Banana_Pineapple_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-7055336827003653873</id><published>2008-11-05T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:28:53.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am trying to blog more but not a lot happens to me and I never have cute pictures of what has happened. but anyway, Thanks for voting everyone the Aviary got the money that it desperately needed! and so did the Zoo! I was so afriad that they wouldn't get it because they couldn't advertise like the zoo did. So hurray it gets to stay and improve the buildings and build a new area for the park!&lt;br /&gt;Also I forgot to tell you who won on Project Runway! (I know you were all dying to know) well...... Leann won! yahooooo! I was so happy. Her collection was really the best. Koto's collection was really pretty but a little plain. and Leann was the only one that shorts, pants, skirts, dresses, and shirts. the others just had dresses and skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing! Does anyone know how to get a life? Cause my mom says that if I don't get one soon she is going to kick me out of the house. I am pretty sure that she was joking and just trying to scare me but I better be safe then sorry. But I don't really know what getting a life entails? I have some friends and we go out and I go to school and I have a job. so what more am I to do? I guess she wants me to get married but ....... I don't know any guys. like I am not joking I don't know any guys that aren't married or engaged. I know I know go to the singles ward. but they really aren't so nice to people that are ugly you know? so that is out but if you have any ideas for unattractive people I would really love to hear them! but I don't think anyone reads this so I don't think there will be to many Ideas. but I had fun blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-7055336827003653873?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/7055336827003653873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=7055336827003653873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/7055336827003653873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/7055336827003653873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-5204205171271362199</id><published>2008-10-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:02:42.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proposition 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracy Aviary'/><title type='text'>Save Tracy Aviary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SQIbyfjuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbdg9yz-OWY/s1600-h/main13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260797869000918226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SQIbyfjuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbdg9yz-OWY/s200/main13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE HELP! For all that is good and holy you must help. On Election day You must vote for Proposition 1. Tracy Aviary is the largest and oldest Aviary in the nation and the only one west of the Mississippi! This place is one of my favorite places to go. I love birds! They are interesting and beautiful. Its a great place for kids to take field trips and you learn so much while you are there. Unfortunately, due to lack of funding buildings are falling apart and are short of staff. Please this place means so much to me and the history of Utah and to all the birds that call it home. If you vote yes they have all sorts of new exhibits they want to add. Now I know you are thinking well they have birds at the zoo. Well not like this. They have birds that are native to Utah and South America. This place is also a bird rescue, there is a bald eagle there that has had its wing shoot off by a hunter and can no longer fly. They saved him and brought him back to health. I have seen this bird and it is Hugh!!! One of the most beautiful birds you will ever see! Plus they have this cool thing, where you can go and feed the parrots and they all flock to you at once! It was the coolest thing ever, having those cute birds all over me and to see them up close, they were nice and didn't really bite(but I am used to bird bites from my cockatail). They also have bird shows that show the tricks they have learned and why birds do things the way they do. Its a great place for a family outing! Little kids will love it. Trust me, I know!&lt;br /&gt;Want to learn more about Tracy Aviary then &lt;a href="http://www.tracyaviary.org/index.php"&gt;click here&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/7261080445856237722-5204205171271362199?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/5204205171271362199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=5204205171271362199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5204205171271362199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5204205171271362199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-tracy-aviary.html' title='Save Tracy Aviary'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SQIbyfjuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbdg9yz-OWY/s72-c/main13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-4266096715082737264</id><published>2008-09-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:02:27.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Project No way!</title><content type='html'>So I love watching reality TV shows! and one of my favorite shows is Project Runway. My sister made we watch an episode with her half way into the second season. I loved it! It was a show about how creative and different people could be with fashion. Now I am not anyone that knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about fashion, but I did take a fashion design class in high school and I must say a lot of people like what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the Fifth season of Project Runway is coming to a close and I hate everyone left! Its so sad but no one is very strong and all of their type of style is lame. Let me just go through and explain my thought process to you before you get all mad at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First let's start with the one that I least hate. (don't worry there is only four people left on the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382751827302754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0bS4mBGWI/AAAAAAAAABY/V-VLB8-bSbY/s400/bts_pr5_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leanne believe it or not is from California, I think she is the sweetest out of all the people this season and has a nice smile but really, if she is going to be a fashion designer, DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR HAIR! I mean in this picture it looks like she at least tried to do something to it but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sweetie&lt;/span&gt; the bangs are so ugly on you, and it looks like you have thin hair like mine and you could really use the extra hair. Man also those old lady glasses have to go. Ever heard of contacts? oh back to fashion, I think Leanne has won at least one challenge so far, and has really come along way from this.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250384837487232290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0dMSSGBSI/AAAAAAAAABg/lVVOfZ-KmeA/s200/portfolio_leanne_502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250385079959248690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 135px; height: 199px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0daZj7XzI/AAAAAAAAABo/LVitjVfTdBg/s200/portfolio_leanne_508.jpg" border="0" height="190" width="135" /&gt; She has really improved but like on that shiny brown dress she likes to put weird shapes on this. hopefully she will listen to Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gunn&lt;/span&gt; when he says its to much. &lt;p align="left"&gt;Our next contestant is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250385772405793538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0eCtIDIwI/AAAAAAAAABw/AT63cxvH8NQ/s400/bts_pr5_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerell&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now he is a little more then I can handle sometimes but he too has improved but I hate everything he has put out. And for some reason he keeps winning. It just blows my mind. I wonder if the TV is distorting what I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; really badly because his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;designs&lt;/span&gt; are tacky and, for a nice word, Gross. Here are some designs that either won or came in a close second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzlHzZ8I/AAAAAAAAACI/yEuRRKIUPFk/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250387711582496706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzlHzZ8I/AAAAAAAAACI/yEuRRKIUPFk/s320/portfolio_jerell_507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250387713126229778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s320/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzStPfBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/joYvcshpXKA/s1600-h/portfolio_510_jerell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250387706639252498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzStPfBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/joYvcshpXKA/s320/portfolio_510_jerell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0fzq325xI/AAAAAAAAACA/bs585afZViY/s1600-h/portfolio_jerell_509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; see I have a big problem with the one on the right. (your right not my right, work with me people) because it is a girl who just graduated from college and is going out into the world to find a job, so the Mother wanted to give them a makeover. First of all the dress is to short to be wearing at a place of business, the color is so boring, he has a weird leafy mesh thing under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cami&lt;/span&gt; that bugs me and is that or is that not a mullet? Can I just not see right? do I need new contacts? I just don't think its cute at all! She also looks like her arms were glued to her sides. On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lighter&lt;/span&gt; note she has nice legs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh and I threw this in because I think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; funny! The challenge was to make an outfit for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Athletes&lt;/span&gt; when they walk in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stadium&lt;/span&gt; at the Olympics. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250391483605626994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0jPJAMsHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/os-_lZraSAQ/s400/portfolio_jerell_504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now I don't know about you but that just SCREAMS American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Athlete&lt;/span&gt;. Don't you think? I mean seriously. seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now here are the winners that Have gone and made me blog. the ones that I can't stand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Korto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250392201596720978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0j47unV1I/AAAAAAAAACY/UBJSk2-IziE/s400/bts_pr5_30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she has some really good designs, and can make a great dress but Man! is she whinny and mean! She always talks behind peoples backs about how she should win and she is so awesome and she really is the best ever! Goodness if she could marry her designs she would! And with all that she has this awful mono-tone voice that has an annoying scratchy sound that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;uuugghhhh&lt;/span&gt;! so really I think she should be in the top three to go to Bryant Park, I just hate her personality. like a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fourth and last person that I have really come to hate IS..................&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394666065820338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0mIYl1erI/AAAAAAAAACg/RPaVB8L1_sI/s400/bts_pr5_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;KENLEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the hate I have for her. I hate her so much... it-it- the f - it -flam - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, breathing-breaths- heaving breaths. Heaving breath... (love that show). She is so mean and snotty. She laughs all the time and not in a cute way, and she said that another designer was her friend and when he said that he had great taste (which he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; why he is no longer on the show) to the judges, she laughed at him! What kind of a friend does that? and She thinks that her taste is Fabulous and man is she way off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0sLtrwbfI/AAAAAAAAACw/aS6w55EpCbY/s1600-h/rate_runway_kenley_507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250401320337174002" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0sLtrwbfI/AAAAAAAAACw/aS6w55EpCbY/s320/rate_runway_kenley_507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So this challenge was to make an outfit out of car parts and to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be creative. So she made the vest out of leather from the seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the belt from a seat belt, and I think the white is out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other fabric, I really don't know. but the little tutu thing is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air filters that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;em&gt;draw&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;zebra&lt;/span&gt; print on. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate that air filter I think it would be a cute design if she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;zebra&lt;/span&gt; print tutu around her waist. is that really to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to ask that she take that off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh this one she had to team up with another designer that was kicked off &lt;/p&gt;and they had to do a design that went with the sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;. Let me ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0t3Oh9JSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kAATGGlP3gI/s1600-h/rate_509_kenley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250403167400437026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0t3Oh9JSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kAATGGlP3gI/s200/rate_509_kenley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you, do you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt; in this design? Cause to me this poor model looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a giant bow standing in a flower bed. And she was mad that she was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom three. you have got to be kidding me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tasty&lt;/span&gt;? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And Last, this is her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; of Hip Hop Style. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tim came in and told her he thought it didn't look at all like Hip Hop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got all up &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0vCLG2CgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgjzbZv7c8A/s1600-h/rate_511_leanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250404454971607554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0vCLG2CgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgjzbZv7c8A/s200/rate_511_leanne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;, and freaked out and said that Tim had no idea what Hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0vCLG2CgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgjzbZv7c8A/s1600-h/rate_511_leanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop was. I was so mad. "You can't talk to Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Gunn&lt;/span&gt; that way!" I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TV screen. It was also funny that they other designers were like "she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be doing Hip Hop but I don't know what that is." but know one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0vCLG2CgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgjzbZv7c8A/s1600-h/rate_511_leanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really willing to step forward and say that. But still she missed the mark again and she is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0vCLG2CgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgjzbZv7c8A/s1600-h/rate_511_leanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the show.  If she wins the whole show I might just pull my hair out. I really will.&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;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0sLtrwbfI/AAAAAAAAACw/aS6w55EpCbY/s1600-h/rate_runway_kenley_507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-4266096715082737264?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/4266096715082737264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=4266096715082737264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/4266096715082737264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/4266096715082737264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-no-way.html' title='Project No way!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SN0bS4mBGWI/AAAAAAAAABY/V-VLB8-bSbY/s72-c/bts_pr5_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-3342964961341164836</id><published>2008-07-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:45:29.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosses'/><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I seem to be the type of person that really can't stay in one spot to long. As is true with the places I have worked. To me it seems that not a lot of people my age have changed jobs all that much but for me it is a way of life. I have worked at a bakery with a mean boss that cut hours and stood over me for most of the day telling me I was doing things wrong, and yelling at me in front of my co-works at a company lunch. so I found a job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joanns&lt;/span&gt; Fabric. it was a cut in pay but the hours were good and the people were nice. Plus I got to work with one of my friends. it was awesome! for a time.... then they deiced that they were going to close the store and open up a giant one on redwood. so I helped close that store and was moved to the giant store. long story short they didn't like the way I liked to read when there were no customers around so they gave me stupid little jobs and to keep me busy and the boss thought I was a trouble maker. so I left and went to target to work with my best friend to be a photographer of little child. At first it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; the child were hard to deal with and pleasing parents was non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; but it has its ups and downs. but i worked every Sunday when no one else had too. because my friend got permission that she didn't have to work on Sundays or she would have quit and she took the best pictures so I see why they did it. but I was the only one out of five people to work on Sundays! Plus other locations would call and tell you they needed you down in C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enterville&lt;/span&gt; that day and if you couldn't do it, then you would have to call and find someone your self. it was pretty stupid. so I went to be a receptionist at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt; supply company and let me tell you that was not an easy job. five months into I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; off because they said they wanted someone full time and I was going to school. they gave me a 50 dollar bonus and sent me packing. Then my sister found a job for me in the parking services of a college. now the longest I have stayed at a job was close to a year. well I stayed at Parking for nearly three years. and I loved the people I got to work with and we had fun there, but I was so sick of students and parents yelling at me in person and over the phone, I had to get out.&lt;br /&gt;I have been at my new job for about three weeks now. It is a job still on the campus but in a different building and department. let me tell you the first weeks have not been easy.&lt;br /&gt;The first day I was early (good sign right?) and I walked over to the door and it was... locked! I couldn't see anyone through the blinds and it was all dark. so I am standing there not knowing what to do and its my first day and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; out of my mind. Finally the lady who had interviewed me came and told me she was the one training me. well after meeting a whole lot of people and a few hours of training on the computer, my boss says "oh by the way I have a meeting today for two hours and you will be here by your self."   ******WHAT?***** I am thinking, you got to be freaking kidding me! but everything was fine and no one needed my help for those two hours anyway. Then when she comes back she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; "oh and another thing I am going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; and won't be back until Tuesday." my mouth dropped to the floor. I just stood there sputtering thinking "why, why, why why,.... you can't leave me! I am so not good at learning things through osmosis!". yes it was the week of July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; but come on people! you can't just throw a chicken in a pen of wolves and expect it to live! Plus I didn't have a key. I knew something bad was going to happen. Cause I am Summer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the way life goes for me. Something bad must always happen, its the rule and I am trying to learn to live with it, but sometimes I wish I could break it into a million pieces and run away.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the first week was pretty quite and some of the people in the office would ask me questions and I didn't know what they were talking about but that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. they understood.&lt;br /&gt;Finally when Tuesday comes around again, my boss finally started training me on the important stuff. well it was so important it took half the day and she said" well it looks like I don't have to come back tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;oh hurray for you! lucky for me I was kind of getting the swing of how this place operates and I finally had a key to the door!&lt;br /&gt;For right now I am still unsure of the next step and Fall semester is just around the corner and I can feel the shadow of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;luming&lt;/span&gt; over head.&lt;br /&gt;but I guess that can be the story for my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-3342964961341164836?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/3342964961341164836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=3342964961341164836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3342964961341164836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3342964961341164836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-3432119201408265074</id><published>2008-06-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:49:01.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wipeout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha Wipeout!</title><content type='html'>So last night I was channel surfing hoping to find something new and exciting since most of the shows are all reruns I wasn't putting out much hope. But lucky for me I found something! Its this new show on ABC that is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wipeout&lt;/span&gt;. Its a reality TV show where people have to try to have the best time on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; course. Now let me tell you that these courses are not running around tires and just climbing a wall. its basically a course on water and mud and is almost impossible to do perfectly.  and let me tell you it is the funniest thing I have ever seen!!!! I was laughing so hard that I was crying. They have these giant red balls that you have to jump on one at a time and no one ever got passed the second one.&lt;br /&gt;Now people falling is some what funny but what really makes the show is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commentators&lt;/span&gt;. they have the funniest things to say about these crazy people. and when they watch things in slow motion. they draw pictures that just up the comedy a thousand times!&lt;br /&gt;So watch it! its on Tuesday nights. you will not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;ok you have to go to the link to watch the video but I promise it will make you cry. it sure made me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=ABC-wipeout&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sitesearch"&gt;http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=ABC-wipeout&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sitesearch&lt;/a&gt;=#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-3432119201408265074?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/3432119201408265074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=3432119201408265074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3432119201408265074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/3432119201408265074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/06/ha-ha-ha-wipeout.html' title='Ha Ha Ha Wipeout!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-8895547234673634603</id><published>2008-06-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:55:25.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older and not so much wiser</title><content type='html'>Today I am 23. Yes I know I don't look it and some people close to me might say I don't act it, but there is no getting passed it. Nature makes me 23. And as a friend reminded me, on this day, five years ago I graduated from High School. I remember after graduation how I had felt like my life was over. I had no idea what to do next or where I should go. Five years later, I still don't have any freaken' idea what to do with myself!!!!!!! When I was little I never thought about what I would be when I grew up. I always just figured that High school was the end that I guess I would just died after that. or something cool would happen anyway. I guess I was a crazy little kid and was dropped on my head one to many times from climbing on crap all the time. cause I never thought of my future. now that its here, I want nothing to do with it. if you knew me you might understand a tiny bit what I am talking about.(then again maybe not). Its just nothing I have ever done turns out. I am so used to failure my mom has started calling me that by accident. and when something starts to work I give up because its to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;anyway five years later I just don't want to try. I feel like I am empty and lost and not sure how people can do this! how as a human race have we made it this far!!!! I just don't understand it!&lt;br /&gt;anyway its my brithday and I still have no idea what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Brithday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-8895547234673634603?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/8895547234673634603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=8895547234673634603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8895547234673634603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8895547234673634603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-year-older-and-not-so-much-wiser.html' title='One year older and not so much wiser'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-1440232770109742964</id><published>2008-05-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:22:11.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures gone wrong</title><content type='html'>So I tried to scan some picture on to the computer but for some reason the computer knew it was important to me and wouldn't work. but lucky for me my digital camera loves me and let me put on pictures anyway they maybe a few months old but I don't think anyone but me has seen them so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-hcmLYzqI/AAAAAAAAABI/TjkfibWBFgw/s1600-h/HPIM0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-hcmLYzqI/AAAAAAAAABI/TjkfibWBFgw/s400/HPIM0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197050007665561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley wearing Grandpa's glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-g2GLYzpI/AAAAAAAAABA/r8DDcS6QI7M/s1600-h/HPIM0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-g2GLYzpI/AAAAAAAAABA/r8DDcS6QI7M/s400/HPIM0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197049346240597650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Micah being awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-gL2LYznI/AAAAAAAAAAw/S6YniFUyCAI/s1600-h/HPIM0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-gL2LYznI/AAAAAAAAAAw/S6YniFUyCAI/s400/HPIM0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197048620391124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macey being cozy and Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-f2mLYzmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfhx1qpZSI4/s1600-h/HPIM0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-f2mLYzmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfhx1qpZSI4/s400/HPIM0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197048255318904418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb being the Charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-fjmLYzlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EPdgDGRgEj8/s1600-h/HPIM0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-fjmLYzlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EPdgDGRgEj8/s400/HPIM0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197047928901389906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelia being sweet and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-fFmLYzkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xNIWA-akqpU/s1600-h/HPIM0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-fFmLYzkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xNIWA-akqpU/s400/HPIM0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197047413505314370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a picture I liked of the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-1440232770109742964?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/1440232770109742964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=1440232770109742964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1440232770109742964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/1440232770109742964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-gone-wrong.html' title='Pictures gone wrong'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SB-hcmLYzqI/AAAAAAAAABI/TjkfibWBFgw/s72-c/HPIM0249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-4868509621174155465</id><published>2008-04-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:11:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out for the Summer, school's out Forever!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about all of you guys but I am ready for school to be out and done with! I don't know how in high school we went all the way until June.  I am just so burned out and We still have two weeks left! but by April 29th Finales will be over and I will be free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought about taking classes in the summer but if my brain is this hard to control in the snowy spring, then summer is out of the question.  but I have learned lot from my two classes. I have learned that math doesn't always have to be super hard if you just do the homework, and that I won't be majoring in photography like I thought I might. why you ask?because I stink at it! And my teacher keeps telling us that after this class someone will ask you to photograph their wedding and I'm thinking there is  no way someone would let me do their wedding they would have to be blind. so I guess its back to the drawing board.&lt;br /&gt;but on saturday I did have fun Photographing my Neices and Nephews. it was a bright sunny day and not a cloud to be found. Troys backyard is awesome cause they have this cool playground type thing and I had a blast playing on it with the kids. Caleb was way funny cause he could hold a pose and say cheese for the longest time! it was so funny and Jewelia loved getting her picture taken too. All Hayley wanted to do was buckle the swing buckle on the baby swing together. she could do that for hours. Micah was awesome keeping everyone together for me and doing what ever I asked of him. it was really fun! and I will post the pictures as soon as I can. hopefully they turned out better then my last project. I guess I can post those next time too.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-4868509621174155465?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/4868509621174155465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=4868509621174155465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/4868509621174155465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/4868509621174155465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/04/schools-out-for-summer-schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s out for the Summer, school&apos;s out Forever!'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-8900875144943605910</id><published>2008-03-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:04:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>Sorry friends that my blog never has pictures and such but I am just not that cool I guess. Anyway it was spring break last week and it was awesome. I got to come into work late and leave early and watch movies all day. and I was wondering to my self how could I possibly not like this job? Well Monday morning rolls around and the students are back and now I remember why I hate it so much. Cause of them! They are stupid, mean,  and cranky! and I just can't take it! but it pays for a car that my sister drives and pays for weightloss plans that don't work, so I guess I shouldn't complain but then I would have nothing to live for! So March has been pretty uneventful except I am trying to plan a trip to Disney world with three of my friends and nothing seems to go as planned and so far I am not sure if I am going or not and its in May! Believe me I want to go so badly but it seems (as usual) the universe is against me and doesn't want me to be happy. ever. so who knows if I will ever get to go. Probably not. so right now i am not really counting on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-8900875144943605910?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/8900875144943605910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=8900875144943605910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8900875144943605910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8900875144943605910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-7837426230915264362</id><published>2008-03-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:07:34.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan In Real Life</title><content type='html'>so yesterday I went to my friend Megan's house to see a movie my friends have been talking about for month! They talked about it all the time and made me watch parts of it off of youtube. I really couldn't wait it watch it. so finally it came out on DVD yesterday and my friends said I had to come watch it with them cause my life would never be the same! ok I didn't really believe my life would change but it was nice to think about it. anyway so let me tell you a little about Dan In Real Life. the leading man Dan is played by my favorite guy Steve Correll, He is a widower with three daughters and he writes for the newpaper. and he goes to visit his family when he falls for his brothers girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest (and sorry Minds) but it wasn't as funny as my friends had said it would be. oh there was funny stuff in it believe me there is a part where the brothers make but an awesome song about Dan's blind date. but you're not laughing the whole time. the story is really touching and for a guy who plays a goof in almost everything he does really can tug at the heart strings with his acting. I (althought I hate to admit it) was crying near the end. It really is a good wholesome movie that you could really have fun watching with the whole family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing I did hate about the movie was his stupid daughters. the little girl lilly was cute but the teenage girls I thought were way to hard on their dad and need to be slapped around a bit. but thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you have an evening when there is nothing on the TV. you should watch this cute movie!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry this is a post that for some reason never got posted)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-7837426230915264362?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/7837426230915264362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=7837426230915264362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/7837426230915264362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/7837426230915264362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/dan-in-real-life.html' title='Dan In Real Life'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-873421671305351364</id><published>2008-02-28T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:43:27.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to take a Trip</title><content type='html'>As the sun comes out and the snow is melting, everyone can feel that spring is just around the corner. and I am Dying! I hate that I have to sit in front of this computer and see that it is already starting to pass me by. I want to go outside and play some B-ball or play a game of softball. I want out! I want to go and be somewhere besides here at work doing crap.  I really just want to go to Disneyland or Disney world! I love Disneyland but i have heard that Disney World is the bomb!!! so I was looking up pricing and all that and found some fair deals, but then I started to play around to see what other things I could do, and I found a Page of awesome deals for cruises. Man they were like for Mexico and the Bahamas and Europe! Oh I want to go so badly. but why oh why do trips have to be for the rich and the more rich its not fair!!. even the little guys need some down time once in a while. Oh to be on a trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-873421671305351364?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/873421671305351364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=873421671305351364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/873421671305351364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/873421671305351364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/02/wanting-to-take-trip.html' title='Wanting to take a Trip'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-8626952944045516210</id><published>2008-02-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:47:05.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh President's Day how I love thee! Well not really, you don't get presents and special candy or get to put up cool decorations. So why do I love Presidents day? Is it because I have grown up in a land that has had Great Leaders lead our country to be one of the best Nations ever? NO! I got work off today. Sadly yes that is my motive for loving this holiday. Also sadly I have found out that my life is work. I didn't do anything productive today, sure I did a ton of dishes that my brothers and sisters left me with after my mom and my sister and I cooked dinner for them. But really I had nothing to do. Oh sure I had things for school that need to be done but who wants to do that on their day off? so as is my life, I sat home. I know right? so let me know is that what normal people do on their days off or am I extremely lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-8626952944045516210?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/8626952944045516210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=8626952944045516210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8626952944045516210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/8626952944045516210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidents-day.html' title='President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261080445856237722.post-5926163507462404541</id><published>2007-07-03T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:17:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday I went to Cafe Rio for lunch with my sister Willow. Now I love a good mexican resturant as much as the next fat person, but when its run by Mexicans that don't speak English well thats were the Problems starts. I ordered a burrito with shedded pork well they gave me a small enchillada speacial! not even close to what I ordered. and they rush you through the line as fast as possible so you don't have time to even think! yes it was cheaper then what I really wanted and it was Great tasting but for heavens sake all I wanted was a burrito! but it was fine and then we went to leatherbys for ice cream and man thats never wrong! it was  a hot one and we needed cooling off.&lt;br /&gt;so even though I got the wrong food and was rushed through a line with no wait. The food was good and the ice cream made everything else just seem right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261080445856237722-5926163507462404541?l=summerswonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/feeds/5926163507462404541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261080445856237722&amp;postID=5926163507462404541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5926163507462404541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261080445856237722/posts/default/5926163507462404541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerswonders.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-yesterday-i-went-to-cafe-rio-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Summie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937001963668622156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3lzx2kIFgiQ/SZL9lfULNKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5BqFEQ6YnCE/S220/HPIM0158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
