<?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-4072768190729290988</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:13:10.190-08:00</updated><category term='ONE shoe...ONE....'/><title type='text'>Anyone can start today and make a New Ending!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4403583216844404712</id><published>2012-01-30T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:48:56.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think its time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMHnhAYs2lc/Tya5hOuj_tI/AAAAAAAABWI/tIPEHKqlvHc/s1600/6%2Bweeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMHnhAYs2lc/Tya5hOuj_tI/AAAAAAAABWI/tIPEHKqlvHc/s320/6%2Bweeks2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703449958651526866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5by7gIsIi7w?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pregnant! I haven't made any announcements, i'm not really the announcement type, and i'm not even sure who all will see this, so i feel comfortable in putting it here, as opposed to facebook and such, I'm 10, almost 11 weeks, and that ultrasound was taken at 6 weeks.  I'm scared, i'm excited, i'm tired, and sick and just want to hold my baby already.  who made this 9 month plan? 9 months? that's just crazy talk, although i hear elephants are pregnant for 22 months, thats almost 2 YEARS. can you even imagine?  i'm also not giving birth to a 230lb baby, i'm hopefully not giving birth to a 9lb baby! (i have a friend who's wife just gave birth to a 9 lb 15oz baby, that's just crazy! I'm sick, i'm tired, i'm cranky, moody, hungry, i cry at random, ANYthing my husband says i can cry at pretty much (you all should feel bad for him, i know i do) but he's so happy and he's been soooooooooo supportive, massaging my feed or my back, cleaning so i don't smell gross stuff, doing laundry, and attempting to cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited, i really hate when people find out and we get this "well that was fast" kind of look, i want to be like, well is that ANY of your business? nope not really.  We made the decision before we got married to not "stop" anything, and if it was supposed to happen, it would happen according to heavenly father's plan.  SO we're having a baby.  CRAZY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4403583216844404712?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4403583216844404712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4403583216844404712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4403583216844404712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4403583216844404712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-its-time.html' title='I think its time...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMHnhAYs2lc/Tya5hOuj_tI/AAAAAAAABWI/tIPEHKqlvHc/s72-c/6%2Bweeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4834268219341865672</id><published>2011-12-19T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:22:17.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Friday (or Monday)</title><content type='html'>So friday wasn't really good for me, so i figured i'd post some more fantastic clips today, because, let's face it, we could all us a little pick me up on a Monday afternoon, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with a little Holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OY1xxhlq4RU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qCowrXGwdjs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND because it's FUNNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2uDLQ64cQAY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4834268219341865672?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4834268219341865672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4258210359983044263</id><published>2011-12-09T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:19:33.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Kids Will Never Get</title><content type='html'>I've recently been thinking about ALL the wonderful things i got that my kids will never get...i'm sure my kids in turn will be able to come up with a list of things they get that i never did, but whatever, my kids are spoiled rotten. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF&lt;br /&gt;Full House&lt;br /&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;br /&gt;Corey and Topanga&lt;br /&gt;Now and Then&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Valley High&lt;br /&gt;Breaker High&lt;br /&gt;The Nanny&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Taylor Thomas (JTT)&lt;br /&gt;Nsync&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Drew&lt;br /&gt;The Babysitters Club&lt;br /&gt;The Powerpuff Girls&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Beat, Bop, and BB&lt;br /&gt;Devon Sawa&lt;br /&gt;Wayne’s World&lt;br /&gt;Tear away pants&lt;br /&gt;Little Giants&lt;br /&gt;Mighty ducks&lt;br /&gt;Space Jam&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Lunchables&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;br /&gt;Heads up 7up (do kids even play this game in school anymore, I mean REALLY?)&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold&lt;br /&gt;Around the World&lt;br /&gt;Hangman&lt;br /&gt;4 square&lt;br /&gt;Teatherball&lt;br /&gt;Twister&lt;br /&gt;*69&lt;br /&gt;Pagers&lt;br /&gt;Walkmans&lt;br /&gt;Dial up internet&lt;br /&gt;Video taping TV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so excited, I’m so excited, I’m so, I’m so scared….” If you know where that comes from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chockers&lt;br /&gt;Slap Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;Glow Worms&lt;br /&gt;Pound Puppies&lt;br /&gt;Littlest Pet Shop&lt;br /&gt;Beanie Babies&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;   Kevin and Winnie&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;Watching Friends on Primetime&lt;br /&gt;Macarena&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Frank&lt;br /&gt;Trolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is too long, but you get the idea, and i could keep going, and i'm sure plenty of you are thinking, wait you forgot ________! yes. i did. Because i'm old. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of the Times&lt;br /&gt;-The shows you grew up with are nick at nite&lt;br /&gt;-You still think of actors as the iconic characters they portrayed in their youth (ie Zach Morris, Blossom)&lt;br /&gt;-Your favorite teen pop starts are constantly staging comebacks&lt;br /&gt;-Rap songs all sound the same, and the ones you like are by artist who have been around twenty years(Jay Z, Snoop Dogg, P. Diddy, Dr. Dre, Eminem, 50 Cent, Nelly…etc..)&lt;br /&gt;-Hollywood is already remaking the movies you watched as a kid&lt;br /&gt;-You’ve lived through a full cycle of fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should check &lt;a href="http://www.blog.jessicamalnik.com/2011/10/21/20-things-gen-z-will-never-know-about/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4258210359983044263?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4258210359983044263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4258210359983044263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4258210359983044263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4258210359983044263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-my-kids-will-never-get.html' title='Things My Kids Will Never Get'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-164986130370636734</id><published>2011-12-09T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:38:11.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*R*I*E*N*D*S Friday</title><content type='html'>I think i should make a new tradition on this blog, every Friday share one of my favorite friends scene's, because let's face it, it's friday, we made it through the week we deserve a good laugh right?  I came across this gem today, and it made me laugh and smile, because sometimes i'd like use this in terms joey doesn't get, sometimes i'd love to tell someone, HEY!,I'm "sorry"...okay? hahaha..who doesn't? especially when your right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bW8OkSJvhvE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the best episodes.   Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z63y1ZmxzjI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tell it to the time turtle!"  "rat datat atataatata"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-164986130370636734?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/164986130370636734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=164986130370636734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/164986130370636734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/164986130370636734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends-friday.html' title='F*R*I*E*N*D*S Friday'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bW8OkSJvhvE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2383254435029169218</id><published>2011-11-10T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:46:08.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT an inspiration...</title><content type='html'>So i have been thinking lately with all the "news" i've been reading and such how messed up things are right now in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a girls facebook and under "people who inspire me" she had all the Kardashians listed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! I seriously don't get this, and i want to make  facebook status about it, but i can't, because i am afraid to offend this person, but i mean, come on! What ever happened to working for you money, and working for your marriage, and just....seriously?! it's like a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but people are SERIOUS about this...These people are NOT inspirations...now at the same time i'm not trying to judge anyone, but for reals? OMG. i think i'm going to be sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2383254435029169218?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2383254435029169218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2383254435029169218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2383254435029169218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2383254435029169218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-inspiration.html' title='NOT an inspiration...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8491495103598325230</id><published>2011-10-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:17:15.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mr. to my Mrs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFa_0eBJBf8/TqgkQtrKXYI/AAAAAAAABTI/zofCIcN14cM/s1600/301345_218855488179861_100001662358527_543095_1705863879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQGD5jmGHcU/TqgkP6VwGMI/AAAAAAAABSk/adLGzFZmNqc/s320/320886_218852011513542_100001662358527_543019_206973790_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667819986822895810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Happily Ever After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpoHlaNYDBQ/TqgkP2jlBSI/AAAAAAAABSY/EJOcWn3d4_A/s1600/320510_10150328059896612_521481611_8344015_1317239502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpoHlaNYDBQ/TqgkP2jlBSI/AAAAAAAABSY/EJOcWn3d4_A/s320/320510_10150328059896612_521481611_8344015_1317239502_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667819985807148322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8491495103598325230?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8491495103598325230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8491495103598325230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8491495103598325230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8491495103598325230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-to-my-mrs.html' title='The Mr. to my Mrs.'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFa_0eBJBf8/TqgkQtrKXYI/AAAAAAAABTI/zofCIcN14cM/s72-c/301345_218855488179861_100001662358527_543095_1705863879_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1236442656947741679</id><published>2011-10-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:33:13.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Time</title><content type='html'>I got tickets to go to conference for Sunday morning, and Sunday afternoon, W has never been before so i was SUPER excited for him to be able to have this experience, and even more excited to be a part of it with him, i had to translate on Saturday, so it was a great timing schedule that we were able to go to both together.  The speakers were AWESOME, and the spirit was SO strong, one of my FAVORITE talks from yesterday was sister Dalton's talk on how men should raise daughters, it was so wonderful.  Let's face it, the WHOLE conference was amazing.  I LOVE the opportunities to hear the prophet, and the apostles, hear their council and strengthen our testimonies.  I also had a great confirmation of the choice i will be making in 2.5 weeks :)  in 2.5 weeks i will marry my best friend forever...i'm so excited to have him by my side through this life and through eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got a new haircut, and kept telling me how much he liked his haircut (trying to get me to tell him whether or not i liked it), and he finally asks me, "okay do you like my hair cut?" and i said, i love it. "FINALLY!" he said...haha :) so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lu4iTL942Q/TonVYCaw3kI/AAAAAAAABSM/kyqXMjVi-2s/s1600/100_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lu4iTL942Q/TonVYCaw3kI/AAAAAAAABSM/kyqXMjVi-2s/s320/100_0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289015710441026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yEq-Hs4Tt8/TonVX-0zepI/AAAAAAAABSE/oLqEtNY6Jqg/s1600/100_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yEq-Hs4Tt8/TonVX-0zepI/AAAAAAAABSE/oLqEtNY6Jqg/s320/100_0843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289014745922194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSzmHIJx3ps/TonVX66ovyI/AAAAAAAABR8/8SyvzPij_VA/s1600/100_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSzmHIJx3ps/TonVX66ovyI/AAAAAAAABR8/8SyvzPij_VA/s320/100_0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289013696642850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAkUsOVPcu4/TonVXsqwpXI/AAAAAAAABR0/EurKJZBzGRc/s1600/100_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAkUsOVPcu4/TonVXsqwpXI/AAAAAAAABR0/EurKJZBzGRc/s320/100_0834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289009871955314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJoaE3iLwSk/TonVXZUS-KI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZugEE8uSLrg/s1600/100_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJoaE3iLwSk/TonVXZUS-KI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZugEE8uSLrg/s320/100_0833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289004677462178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1236442656947741679?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1236442656947741679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1236442656947741679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1236442656947741679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1236442656947741679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/conference-time.html' title='Conference Time'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lu4iTL942Q/TonVYCaw3kI/AAAAAAAABSM/kyqXMjVi-2s/s72-c/100_0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3043936091430942444</id><published>2011-10-03T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:28:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered with love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LdmQG55nkc/TonF-2KxRQI/AAAAAAAABRk/WBcoYviZkSc/s1600/100_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LdmQG55nkc/TonF-2KxRQI/AAAAAAAABRk/WBcoYviZkSc/s320/100_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272090250986754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-684xczUotfw/TonF-1eDCWI/AAAAAAAABRc/wE94Lzfmf14/s1600/100_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-684xczUotfw/TonF-1eDCWI/AAAAAAAABRc/wE94Lzfmf14/s320/100_0831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272090063407458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EAyfwkzYs8/TonF-o_n7HI/AAAAAAAABRU/J6RnRYdWy7I/s1600/100_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EAyfwkzYs8/TonF-o_n7HI/AAAAAAAABRU/J6RnRYdWy7I/s320/100_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272086714575986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6jkmi1kms/TonF-kyEH9I/AAAAAAAABRM/O-xgA2JmUnQ/s1600/100_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6jkmi1kms/TonF-kyEH9I/AAAAAAAABRM/O-xgA2JmUnQ/s320/100_0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272085583962066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z1wPDwbdmk/TonFdJ2pTTI/AAAAAAAABRE/O7GRvMEu3wQ/s1600/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z1wPDwbdmk/TonFdJ2pTTI/AAAAAAAABRE/O7GRvMEu3wQ/s320/100_0827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659271511419735346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbkB46d-qu8/TonFdHhk9sI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ITJRshH3hso/s1600/100_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbkB46d-qu8/TonFdHhk9sI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ITJRshH3hso/s320/100_0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659271510794499778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3O-k9adK8oM/TonFcyN8SjI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ed2wu7g4MUA/s1600/100_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3O-k9adK8oM/TonFcyN8SjI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ed2wu7g4MUA/s320/100_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659271505074997810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI2uLhUpOmU/TonFcxhDg-I/AAAAAAAABQs/OTmJlob_H3c/s1600/100_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI2uLhUpOmU/TonFcxhDg-I/AAAAAAAABQs/OTmJlob_H3c/s320/100_0812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659271504886727650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9u-V8lhM1M/TonFch_RjTI/AAAAAAAABQk/f234X6FbK1U/s1600/100_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9u-V8lhM1M/TonFch_RjTI/AAAAAAAABQk/f234X6FbK1U/s320/100_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659271500718509362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty MIA lately, so most of these are just gonna be pictures, because i'm also lazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago my MOA Holls threw a Bridal Shower for me, these are pictures from that evening, it was so nice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made the theme "the perfect day" each person was assigned a different time of day and they were supposed to bring a gift for that time of day...i have to say i was kind of surprised, my (future) sister-in-law was the ONLY one who brought "night clothes", not gonna lie it was a little akwie...but they had great food, and people that love me came and showed their support for me and this new part of my life, it was a very humbling experience, i am so so grateful for everyone who made it! and even those who couldn't make it, i understand that life happens to us all :)  i'm grateful for your intentions, and thoughts.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3043936091430942444?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3043936091430942444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3043936091430942444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3043936091430942444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3043936091430942444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/showered-with-love.html' title='Showered with love :)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LdmQG55nkc/TonF-2KxRQI/AAAAAAAABRk/WBcoYviZkSc/s72-c/100_0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2027186127718613726</id><published>2011-09-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:34:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>Remember when i was so good at blogging?  And then i got engaged...and now i'm slowly going insane.  maybe it's because of my lack of  blogging...? or because i do a bunch of things for the wedding, but my list, is just as long as when i started...it's like i do 5 things and i remember 20 things...so crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i last blogged i have, booked the temple, booked the chapel, got my ring, got his ring, found and apartment, had the utilities turned on, got in a car accident, had to have a root canal, and thusly 2 other appointments to have the crown made, and put on, and my teeth cleaned...had a beautiful wonderful bridal shower that absolutely made me feel loved and it was good :) got invitations made, stuffed them, and mailed them, but the end of this week i will have also packed, moved, taken my roommate to the dr, interpreted for the woman's meeting, got my stake president interview and had a "Swain family" meeting to discuss who's gonna help with what...there's a bunch of other things sewn into all that, but i can't think of them because all i can think of is what we still have to do! Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay for the food we're having catered, pick out, and rent the tux's, centerpieces, trips to the airport, marriage license, tablecloths, fountains, decorating, 2 more bridal showers, a dress fitting, pick up said tux's and dress, make sure all the b-maids have their dresses and shoes, set up the music( ie create a music playlist) start going to my new "family" ward (i hope it's a good one)...interpret conference, await and pray for my families safe arrival(they're all driving), but the tickets to the open house, and most importantly try not to go completely INSANE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get overwhelmed if i think about it all, but i'm trying REALLY REALLY HARD to just take it each day/week at a time, "okay self, this week we need to...blah blah blah"...so far it's been an alright approach but as it get's closer and closer it's like...holy crap. i'm getting married.  in 30 days.  FOREVER.  *cue panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i get a text from my BFF fiance that says, "My likatu(beautiful girl) good morning, i want to say that i am SO lucky because i am going to have life with you forever, i love you so much."  and then i give a big sigh of relief, and then we play his play station (me for the first time) and he tells me he can't wait to play with his best friend whenever he wants...(implying i'm his best friend) and my heart melts a little more, and then i BEAT HIM at his own game...of which i have never played...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is, i'm alive, somewhat co-herent, dealing with a sore mouth, insurance companies, wedding details, but in ONE MONTH from THIS DAY i will marry my best friend forever, everyone else, the drama, the gossip, whatever is just crap.  this is forever...and i love him, and he loves me...yay for weddings, 30 days! 4 weeks...and then FOREVER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2027186127718613726?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2027186127718613726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2027186127718613726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2027186127718613726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2027186127718613726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5164380313684471893</id><published>2011-08-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:58:21.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8gCZJaT7kc/Tkp1K2R75pI/AAAAAAAABQM/MalTBVGBy_Y/s1600/IMG-20110811-00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8gCZJaT7kc/Tkp1K2R75pI/AAAAAAAABQM/MalTBVGBy_Y/s320/IMG-20110811-00168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641450312464852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  It's true.  W and i went swimming with one of my roommates from college Ams(if you've been reading or know me at ALL you know who she is) her husband J, and their ADORABLE little boy...it was SO much fun, and i'm gonna be honest, i'm kind of sad i only took 2 pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started swimming, and then A made DELICIOUS homemade pizza, and breadsticks, and yummmmmmmm, and we talked, and "the boys" played wii, and Thomas did bubbles, and jumped off the pool, and got dunked under the water, and scared his mom, and got thrown in the air, and it was one of the best days EVER :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really kind of funny because W is always REALLY nervous before we go and meet any of my friends...to the point where he says he doesn't want to go, but everytime we go and at the end of the night he's SOOOO happy we went, and he had SOOOOO much fun...so i'm thinking, dude, stop fighting it....i think he's mostly nervous about whether or not my friends will like him, or understand him, and that's the part when he get's all freaked out...but he did have SO much fun, and i'm pretty sure he has a re-match with J, and definitely has a new best friend in this fella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7JoYr1TEIY/Tkp2up6WygI/AAAAAAAABQU/nmrJNu7ETNs/s1600/IMG-20110811-00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7JoYr1TEIY/Tkp2up6WygI/AAAAAAAABQU/nmrJNu7ETNs/s320/IMG-20110811-00169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641452027131644418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for such loving, and supportive people in my life, i am grateful for the paths my life has gone down and all the people who have cemented themselves into my lives...certain people have come and gone, but i am so grateful for the ones who have stayed and helped me through some of the worst times of life, and cheered with me through some of the best times of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5164380313684471893?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5164380313684471893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5164380313684471893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5164380313684471893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5164380313684471893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-best-friends.html' title='New Best Friends'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8gCZJaT7kc/Tkp1K2R75pI/AAAAAAAABQM/MalTBVGBy_Y/s72-c/IMG-20110811-00168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8693535500729941755</id><published>2011-08-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:47:55.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco Find</title><content type='html'>So we got a membership to costco, and what's better then walking around seeing what's at costco??  This was our best find on this particular day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Ekp_jCQKM/Tkp0jMp_FpI/AAAAAAAABQE/tEVjNf_Kb-U/s1600/IMG-20110812-00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Ekp_jCQKM/Tkp0jMp_FpI/AAAAAAAABQE/tEVjNf_Kb-U/s320/IMG-20110812-00170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641449631276537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!  It's HUGE the picture really doesn't do it justice...thank you, Costco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told W it could be replacement him when i'm upset with him i'll just cuddle the bear instead, that's why he made me find the brown one...what a bearist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8693535500729941755?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8693535500729941755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8693535500729941755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8693535500729941755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8693535500729941755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/costco-find.html' title='Costco Find'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Ekp_jCQKM/Tkp0jMp_FpI/AAAAAAAABQE/tEVjNf_Kb-U/s72-c/IMG-20110812-00170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6882889246341991287</id><published>2011-08-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:43:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Picked Love</title><content type='html'>So yesterday i was at my house eating some dinner waiting for W.  He called me and told me he was on his way, and almost half an hour later he still wasn't there and i thought, huh, that's weird...then the doorbell rang...when i opened the door he was standing there with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6GV-TrgeP0/TkpzWM7kV8I/AAAAAAAABP8/OESiOlGSL7c/s1600/IMG-20110815-00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6GV-TrgeP0/TkpzWM7kV8I/AAAAAAAABP8/OESiOlGSL7c/s320/IMG-20110815-00172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641448308500355010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then told me how he was sorry that he couldn't afford to buy me flowers, but he wanted to do something, he had walked up and down my street to find these and made a little bouquet out of them...i almost cried....ALMOST...but don't tell him that!  Seriously, how can you not love that?  I would take hand picked flowers, over 7.99 flowers at wally world anyday...i just want them to last forever....*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6882889246341991287?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6882889246341991287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6882889246341991287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6882889246341991287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6882889246341991287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-yesterday-i-was-at-my-house-eating.html' title='Hand Picked Love'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6GV-TrgeP0/TkpzWM7kV8I/AAAAAAAABP8/OESiOlGSL7c/s72-c/IMG-20110815-00172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3887232467339454810</id><published>2011-08-11T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:24:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Beyonce</title><content type='html'>One of my companions from the mission posted this on her facebook, and i listened, and i was IN LOVE, because HOLY COW!  This has so many meanings to me, and so many situations run through my head, and i am SO happy and grateful for unanswered prayers, i finally found someone who will love me.  I'm glad i found the good in goodbye too beyonce. :)  Cuz he totally turned out to be the BEST thing i NEVER had...and i AM the BEST thing he NEVER had. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SRALj2kYcrs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3887232467339454810?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3887232467339454810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3887232467339454810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3887232467339454810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3887232467339454810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you-beyonce.html' title='Thank you, Beyonce'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SRALj2kYcrs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8669650825221845210</id><published>2011-08-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:04:49.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen...</title><content type='html'>These were called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBtCViDrXas/TjxMwK0MCVI/AAAAAAAABP0/DezyyRcQmyg/s1600/IMG_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBtCViDrXas/TjxMwK0MCVI/AAAAAAAABP0/DezyyRcQmyg/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637465223981697362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlpLgPFSG5o/TjxLTWwCcvI/AAAAAAAABPM/zGopevCsaEw/s1600/IMG_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlpLgPFSG5o/TjxLTWwCcvI/AAAAAAAABPM/zGopevCsaEw/s320/IMG_3379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637463629457683186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUMVbHHeW4U/TjxLTJv5UdI/AAAAAAAABPE/CMSMzTBkZfc/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUMVbHHeW4U/TjxLTJv5UdI/AAAAAAAABPE/CMSMzTBkZfc/s320/IMG_3378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637463625967423954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSXqUwoiCmI/TjxLTNxuaZI/AAAAAAAABO8/hnOS0AbNRYg/s1600/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSXqUwoiCmI/TjxLTNxuaZI/AAAAAAAABO8/hnOS0AbNRYg/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637463627048839570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnAwUghni94/TjxLS7l17UI/AAAAAAAABO0/do2MxNmvU9s/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnAwUghni94/TjxLS7l17UI/AAAAAAAABO0/do2MxNmvU9s/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637463622167162178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were chosen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLDP86iydC0/TjxL0QvkUmI/AAAAAAAABPc/XOF45K9Re90/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLDP86iydC0/TjxL0QvkUmI/AAAAAAAABPc/XOF45K9Re90/s320/IMG_3382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637464194780779106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxYu1GpXW0/TjxL0C2KuiI/AAAAAAAABPU/Nb9euaFZV9E/s1600/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxYu1GpXW0/TjxL0C2KuiI/AAAAAAAABPU/Nb9euaFZV9E/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637464191050365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg4957JdQAw/TjxL0mdVIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/4c_YuB7NoUw/s1600/100_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg4957JdQAw/TjxL0mdVIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/4c_YuB7NoUw/s320/100_0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637464200609866530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWfpQ2OUNwU/TjxL0m-XrfI/AAAAAAAABPs/NL0u3c5tIkQ/s1600/IMG-20110804-00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWfpQ2OUNwU/TjxL0m-XrfI/AAAAAAAABPs/NL0u3c5tIkQ/s320/IMG-20110804-00166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637464200748445170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8669650825221845210?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8669650825221845210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8669650825221845210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8669650825221845210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8669650825221845210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/many-are-called-few-are-chosen.html' title='Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBtCViDrXas/TjxMwK0MCVI/AAAAAAAABP0/DezyyRcQmyg/s72-c/IMG_3374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8837885837680027483</id><published>2011-08-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:53:29.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged</title><content type='html'>Ever since we've made things official sometimes i stop and think of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HjmWIJQf7qA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on account of people thinking i'm screaming "i'm gay, i'm gay" i'll just keep it in my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8837885837680027483?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8837885837680027483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8837885837680027483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8837885837680027483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8837885837680027483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/engaged.html' title='Engaged'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HjmWIJQf7qA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1404032083086546820</id><published>2011-08-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:45:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She thinks she's funny...</title><content type='html'>Ehibit A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ2ossRmdCw/TjwPdeO02CI/AAAAAAAABOM/5ZPF0RzX2Yk/s1600/100_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ2ossRmdCw/TjwPdeO02CI/AAAAAAAABOM/5ZPF0RzX2Yk/s320/100_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637397832566888482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work we have this "treat drawer" that's full of chocolate covered deliciousness...and "pub mix"...it's pretty much satan's mistress...which is probably why she loves it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waItv0ZA2SE/TjwPdit5nNI/AAAAAAAABOU/fHlEm6f_Oec/s1600/100_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waItv0ZA2SE/TjwPdit5nNI/AAAAAAAABOU/fHlEm6f_Oec/s320/100_0797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637397833770966226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she mocks me, but entertains me...thanks Hugh Berks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1404032083086546820?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1404032083086546820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1404032083086546820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1404032083086546820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1404032083086546820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-thinks-shes-funny.html' title='She thinks she&apos;s funny...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ2ossRmdCw/TjwPdeO02CI/AAAAAAAABOM/5ZPF0RzX2Yk/s72-c/100_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2782025990714254602</id><published>2011-08-04T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:29:25.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" trip...</title><content type='html'>Yeah it's been a long time coming...given i've been a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; busy with other things that have been a little more "Pressing"...like PLANNING A WEDDING, so get off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago W and i hit the road for an AWESOME road trip, it was SO much fun! So mostly i'm just going to upload all pictures and then write captions for them, they will not be in order...so deal with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo i just uploaded them and their pretty much backwards in the timeline...so now you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way from Spokane to Olympia we stopped at the Gorge to take some "View pictures" excuse my wardrobe, i'd been driving for 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1F87awBmB3M/TjrE09RaeRI/AAAAAAAABME/7Mb17GIPrYM/s1600/100_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1F87awBmB3M/TjrE09RaeRI/AAAAAAAABME/7Mb17GIPrYM/s320/100_0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034297687439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbOgbLO8Q3c/TjrE06T2g1I/AAAAAAAABL8/VvToAX4ubAc/s1600/100_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbOgbLO8Q3c/TjrE06T2g1I/AAAAAAAABL8/VvToAX4ubAc/s320/100_0785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034296892359506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNfTEyHSRsA/TjrE0l0v5fI/AAAAAAAABL0/Tis63bcRzJU/s1600/100_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNfTEyHSRsA/TjrE0l0v5fI/AAAAAAAABL0/Tis63bcRzJU/s320/100_0784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034291393193458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1BVkiW0b3U/TjrE0jGnNrI/AAAAAAAABLs/0kWNFOM_cCk/s1600/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1BVkiW0b3U/TjrE0jGnNrI/AAAAAAAABLs/0kWNFOM_cCk/s320/100_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034290662815410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Bzzcqni-E/TjrEmt5K6QI/AAAAAAAABLk/aRtbo3bNqok/s1600/100_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Bzzcqni-E/TjrEmt5K6QI/AAAAAAAABLk/aRtbo3bNqok/s320/100_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034053041056002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvwvsgR_vM4/TjrEmeLgVsI/AAAAAAAABLc/Ig_qN9kEeKM/s1600/100_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvwvsgR_vM4/TjrEmeLgVsI/AAAAAAAABLc/Ig_qN9kEeKM/s320/100_0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034048822990530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqS7t86TQ7c/TjrFfPhl0sI/AAAAAAAABOE/a_2QzkNKY0o/s1600/100_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqS7t86TQ7c/TjrFfPhl0sI/AAAAAAAABOE/a_2QzkNKY0o/s320/100_0781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637035024141636290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy9spIO10yM/TjrFfE7-msI/AAAAAAAABN8/s06xyOCyk_A/s1600/100_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy9spIO10yM/TjrFfE7-msI/AAAAAAAABN8/s06xyOCyk_A/s320/100_0783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637035021299522242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on our way to Olympia we passed this gem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6zSHZKk_e4/TjrE1AieosI/AAAAAAAABMM/j49rV8UDG2U/s1600/100_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6zSHZKk_e4/TjrE1AieosI/AAAAAAAABMM/j49rV8UDG2U/s320/100_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034298564321986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! That's right! Kenny's tour bus baby! I seriously contemplated hitting it...okay not really...i just passed it nicely...i guess he was doing a show the weekend we were there...brought back some SERIOUS memories of going to Kenny with my Gal Pal Heather...man did we have good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDCRHyWjokU/TjrFe0qztlI/AAAAAAAABN0/oSB2XTq2XZk/s1600/invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDCRHyWjokU/TjrFe0qztlI/AAAAAAAABN0/oSB2XTq2XZk/s320/invite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637035016932537938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_evFQhG24s/TjrFe3izoWI/AAAAAAAABNs/_VrU3M7lXvg/s1600/IMG-20110724-00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_evFQhG24s/TjrFe3izoWI/AAAAAAAABNs/_VrU3M7lXvg/s320/IMG-20110724-00145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637035017704284514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxoyeNtFD4U/TjrFelypcjI/AAAAAAAABNk/HdypGHTeVmY/s1600/IMG-20110722-00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WdYKebWwx4/TjrEdSkeA3I/AAAAAAAABKs/HCveptsIv1I/s320/100_0772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637033891087647602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dT8a14sQNQ/TjrEdE_PHbI/AAAAAAAABKk/RdAz_em32nA/s1600/100_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dT8a14sQNQ/TjrEdE_PHbI/AAAAAAAABKk/RdAz_em32nA/s320/100_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637033887441821106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kTBuQZBig/TjrEdFyV7eI/AAAAAAAABKc/Pc5xAjoRqAY/s1600/100_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kTBuQZBig/TjrEdFyV7eI/AAAAAAAABKc/Pc5xAjoRqAY/s320/100_0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637033887656177122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2YwtYqQtNE/TjrE__yTkfI/AAAAAAAABMU/BhJqht82YCc/s1600/100_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2YwtYqQtNE/TjrE__yTkfI/AAAAAAAABMU/BhJqht82YCc/s320/100_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637034487340831218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm tired of making captions now so i'll just re-cap, we stayed with W's best friend his wife, and their little girl, it was awesome, and split up the drive nicely, they are in Spokane, the only picture i got was the next morning she was passed out on the floor...My niece doing her "pose", we went to the beach, and hungout in the back yard, we went and visited Tay's grave, and saw Chris' old house...both are monumental in my life...not so much the house but all the good times there...we went on a drive in my dad's car (no pictures, they are on W's phone which he deleted somehow)went to eat at an amazing BBQ place (on food networks top 10) drove A LOT, there MIGHT be a picture of "someone" REALLY needing the rest room, or some kind of new wildlife species...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly i had an AMAZING time spending QUALITY time with W, since we've come back it's been REALLY hard to share each other again...with our jobs, our friends, etc...it was SO nice to just be him and i, away from everything...I love him so much, and i'm so grateful for him...i'm glad we both see how good it was to be together, and are now looking forward to that for eternity...i cant wait to marry my best friend, and spend all the time i want with him...i can't wait to "come home" to him, to go home after a long day of work, and see him...*sigh*....11 weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2782025990714254602?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2782025990714254602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2782025990714254602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2782025990714254602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2782025990714254602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/trip.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; trip...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1F87awBmB3M/TjrE09RaeRI/AAAAAAAABME/7Mb17GIPrYM/s72-c/100_0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7153387931111719578</id><published>2011-08-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:38:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5f9R4JV6rA/Tjq5912ylFI/AAAAAAAABI8/LyxOCSlWM40/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5f9R4JV6rA/Tjq5912ylFI/AAAAAAAABI8/LyxOCSlWM40/s320/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637022355687642194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be my &lt;em&gt;eternal&lt;/em&gt; anniversary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; figured everything out, a date, a place, a time, etc...October 22nd, Salt Lake Temple, 10 oclock, reception 4-8 at my stake center.  wow.  I'm SO happy we were able to figure all that out, now let's see what else is on my checklist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Centerpieces&lt;br /&gt;*Flowers&lt;br /&gt;*Sashes&lt;br /&gt;*Shoes&lt;br /&gt;*Dress fittings&lt;br /&gt;*Book hotel&lt;br /&gt;*Food&lt;br /&gt;*Decorations&lt;br /&gt;*Tux's&lt;br /&gt;*Marriage License&lt;br /&gt;*Recommends&lt;br /&gt;*Find a place to live&lt;br /&gt;*Change name(and all that applies with this-Bank, driver's license, passport, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;*Hair/Make up(How and who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiuORILxsxU/Tjq59q5hM7I/AAAAAAAABI0/tBn3uPHI2_g/s1600/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiuORILxsxU/Tjq59q5hM7I/AAAAAAAABI0/tBn3uPHI2_g/s320/yum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637022352746296242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that all those items have subcategories, and their subcategories have subcategories(i'm sparing you my pain)...A friend told me last night to start making lists, i start a list in one place, then i add to it on another list, and pretty soon &lt;strong&gt;my lists are stressed out &lt;/strong&gt;cuz they dont know where they belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VriXx1uAy64/Tjq5-IXyLjI/AAAAAAAABJE/l9atLc9jTRY/s1600/stress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VriXx1uAy64/Tjq5-IXyLjI/AAAAAAAABJE/l9atLc9jTRY/s320/stress1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637022360657866290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that i feel like that but surprisingly i don't.  The &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; important thing is taken care of...and the rest i really don't care about, it doesn't matter if i have a cake, or if i make it, or if i don't have enough tables/chairs, or if we don't have enough food, i don't care.  All i care about is going to the temple and marrying the man who is &lt;strong&gt;so in love with me&lt;/strong&gt;...:)  Okay i might &lt;em&gt;sorta &lt;/em&gt;be in love with him too...but seriously, yes i get stressed when i think of all the billion things i need to do, but i dont care if we just put up tables and chairs and people come and say hi, or if we don't have it at all, so i think i'm in a good place...of course i'm saying all this now, hopefully i can keep my head on straight and my game face on...11 weeks people, &lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN WEEKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7153387931111719578?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7153387931111719578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7153387931111719578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7153387931111719578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7153387931111719578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/october-22-2011.html' title='October 22, 2011'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5f9R4JV6rA/Tjq5912ylFI/AAAAAAAABI8/LyxOCSlWM40/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6012145332478190683</id><published>2011-08-01T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:47:46.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we should Elope...</title><content type='html'>Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all little girls dream about their wedding day as some magical fairytale, that's because someone else gives them everything they want...how come they don't show the princesses going to like 8 different dress shops trying to find "the one"...well it's because she really IS a princess and all she needs is a magic wand...i need that wand...actually i found my dress..and it's beautiful :)  the downside...it's on my mom's camera which is currently on her person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple was a sinch to book, they had the date and time we wanted, in the temple we wanted, which is like AMAZING...we are now struggling with finding a church to hold our reception in...not so much struggling as much as people should just answer their phones and call people back because it's CLEARLY the polite thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to book the church in which i currently meet, the only downside is that it's probably at LEAST...3 times smaller....then the stake centers we're trying to reserve...so PLEASE ANSWER YOUR PHONES!...i don't know if all the roast pig will fit in that gym...:) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. Answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the fabric for the sashes for the bridesmaids dresses and my FABULOUS Post-Roommate(i didn't want to say old and think i meant her age) Cathy is going to help me sew them because she is AMAZING :D we need to find ties, and we're hopefully gonna have left over material to make those square things that go in tux pockets...i also need to cut off small squares to give the bridesmaids so they know what color of shoes to find...plus the food, and the decorations, and booking the secret hotel...:) hehehe...i can say it on here because he will most likely not read this blog anytime soon...but i think i'm going to secretly book a hotel for a couple days after the sealing, why not right?  we can't afford to actually go anywhere, so at least we can sneak away for a couple nights right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much to plan and prepare for, when the MOST important thing is already taken care of, that's why it was a "sinch"...cuz it's all that matters...*sigh*...fairytale wedding...is just way too much work without a fairy godmother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6012145332478190683?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6012145332478190683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6012145332478190683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6012145332478190683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6012145332478190683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-we-should-elope.html' title='Maybe we should Elope...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7629303477814759730</id><published>2011-07-29T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:13:28.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dangers of blog stalking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utdZZtRQu9c/TjMR_P2NQzI/AAAAAAAABIk/vHd5c92FP7o/s1600/stalking22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utdZZtRQu9c/TjMR_P2NQzI/AAAAAAAABIk/vHd5c92FP7o/s320/stalking22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634867337053946674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this girl i've been blog stalking...she's &lt;a href="http://brittanywarnock.blogspot.com/"&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/a&gt; the way she writes just makes me laugh out loud even.  How i found her blog is besides the point...but here's where it get's tricky, she blogged a few weeks ago about getting a new job, then she started describing where she worked, without saying where she worked...let's just say i've seen her like 5 times, and it's a little akwie...like hey guess what, i read your blog...is this creepy?  Do people want strangers reading their blogs...like...i don't even know what to say...1 day i got in the elevator in the conference center and she got on on P3 i was like umm...longest elevator ride EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here's my question...do i tell her?  Or do i just continue to pretend i know nothing....ignorance is bliss right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuXqJTL3O5c/TjMSNesfaCI/AAAAAAAABIs/JW2w5MiZEiw/s1600/stalking-real-life-facebook1_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuXqJTL3O5c/TjMSNesfaCI/AAAAAAAABIs/JW2w5MiZEiw/s320/stalking-real-life-facebook1_large.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634867581557893154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different when you "blog stalk" people you know, or are socially connected, but random people?  So she's not the only one i blog stalk, but she's the first one ive blog stalked who i've ran into...and it is kind of akwie...like i could totally strike up a conversation with but again how akward would that be!  It makes me wonder how many people blog stalk me, and if they've ever seen me on the street...what would they say?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, i'm clearly not as entertaining as she is...so i probably have nothing to worry about...and now you can &lt;a href="http://brittanywarnock.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog stalk her&lt;/a&gt; too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7629303477814759730?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7629303477814759730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7629303477814759730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7629303477814759730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7629303477814759730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/dangers-of-blog-stalking.html' title='The dangers of blog stalking...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utdZZtRQu9c/TjMR_P2NQzI/AAAAAAAABIk/vHd5c92FP7o/s72-c/stalking22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-679976178160157672</id><published>2011-07-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:50:06.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Re-Mix</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs a new re-mix every now and then...I quite enjoy this one...plus is Friday, so why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OxMmB9BhgVQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because...take a gander at this gem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rpy7eyLGxk0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the man reasons i love JT.  How can you not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DxqSkRlJexw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-679976178160157672?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/679976178160157672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=679976178160157672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/679976178160157672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/679976178160157672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-re-mix.html' title='Friday Re-Mix'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OxMmB9BhgVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-152434713962854878</id><published>2011-07-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:28:08.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Married?! Don't mind if I do...</title><content type='html'>Drum roll please...it's true..I'M ENGAGED! :)  About a month ago when W's dad was here we actually got into an argument, and i was really upset, we were driving and i pulled into this school parking lot, W got out of the car and sat on a curb because he felt so bad, and i sat there, he then came and opened my car door and pulled me out, he held both my hands and kneeled on the ground, he told me how sorry he was, and how much he loved me, and all those cute mushy things girls like to hear occasionally...then he said, i want to marry you, and i REALLY REALLY want to ask you right here, right now, but i REALLY want to talk to your Dad first.  So last week we went to the magical state of Washington where W fell in love with the state and my family.  He asked my dad, and after some time my dad gave him his blessing and we are now engaged! :)  We are getting married October 29th in the Salt Lake Temple.  I am really excited...it's funny cuz i'm not like girlie excited...i see a lot of these 19 year olds get engaged and it's like crazy how crazy they get, but for me i feel SO comfortable, it just feels good, and i just can't wait to spend my life and forever with him, it's not this gitty love, he and have been through SOOOOO much....SO much...and it's not this cheap gitty love...and i LOVE that, i love that i've known him for THREE YEARS and gotten to know SO much about him...not 3 weeks or 3 months (not that this is bad, just not my style...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so it's official.  October 29th.  I hope I don't go crazy before then...till then look how cute we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjgeM4Cpajk/TjBknLyFj7I/AAAAAAAABGc/le0OHYCacpc/s1600/WillandChels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjgeM4Cpajk/TjBknLyFj7I/AAAAAAAABGc/le0OHYCacpc/s320/WillandChels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634113758181035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-152434713962854878?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/152434713962854878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=152434713962854878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/152434713962854878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/152434713962854878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-married-dont-mind-if-i-do.html' title='Get Married?! Don&apos;t mind if I do...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjgeM4Cpajk/TjBknLyFj7I/AAAAAAAABGc/le0OHYCacpc/s72-c/WillandChels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6914936353441962078</id><published>2011-07-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:45:28.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BoReDoM to the MAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cCd9xsVUtk/Thx53ASR2yI/AAAAAAAABF4/Ir-VcT_-GlE/s1600/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cCd9xsVUtk/Thx53ASR2yI/AAAAAAAABF4/Ir-VcT_-GlE/s320/box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628507620182711074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.  ALL day long.  The meaning of the boredom is 3-fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all my boss is gone for TWO WEEKS.  yeah TWO WHOLE weeks.  which means i have no assignments, no meetings, nothing.  The ONE meeting i have this week keeps getting moved around...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all, this is my LAST week of work before my vacation.  Are you feeling the pain of this?  i have a million things running through my head of stuff i COULD be doing to get ready for the longest roadtrip EVER...but no...i'm at my desk, BEGGING for someone to write their blogs so i have something read, or something exciting to happen in the news or someone to actually post something INTERESTING on facebook! and i got NOTHING.  NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd...it hurts...no really, it's like PAINFUL to be so bored...time goes by painfully slow, it's not even lunch time yet! i feel like i've been here ALL day! what is a girl to do?...HELP!  it's only TUESDAY...i think im catching something...*cough cough*...maybe i need to be sick...just kidding Hughes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzzzFJWuAfo/Thx4uYPYjVI/AAAAAAAABFw/V28XdOOP5gQ/s1600/08escape_boredom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzzzFJWuAfo/Thx4uYPYjVI/AAAAAAAABFw/V28XdOOP5gQ/s320/08escape_boredom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628506372482567506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6914936353441962078?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6914936353441962078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6914936353441962078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6914936353441962078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6914936353441962078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/boredom-to-max.html' title='BoReDoM to the MAX'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cCd9xsVUtk/Thx53ASR2yI/AAAAAAAABF4/Ir-VcT_-GlE/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8515899296416894220</id><published>2011-07-05T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:11:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Islands...</title><content type='html'>W's sister had these made, i haven't got them yet, but she put these pictures up on facebook yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic6Znh7hifM/ThNTvCEuwkI/AAAAAAAABFg/fL21FrlWLu8/s1600/267766_174212242641907_100001593961836_429397_5563827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic6Znh7hifM/ThNTvCEuwkI/AAAAAAAABFg/fL21FrlWLu8/s320/267766_174212242641907_100001593961836_429397_5563827_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932426991551042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2kHGBJgBsA/ThNTvPLC0MI/AAAAAAAABFY/eZL-ZxjHuQY/s1600/264211_174219852641146_100001593961836_429460_5286939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2kHGBJgBsA/ThNTvPLC0MI/AAAAAAAABFY/eZL-ZxjHuQY/s320/264211_174219852641146_100001593961836_429460_5286939_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932430507692226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GofUnVC6HKI/ThNTu_O-JHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/sR8YKgZ-6WQ/s1600/264211_174219845974480_100001593961836_429458_3543544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GofUnVC6HKI/ThNTu_O-JHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/sR8YKgZ-6WQ/s320/264211_174219845974480_100001593961836_429458_3543544_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932426229195890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited...:)  Thanks Marley!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8515899296416894220?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8515899296416894220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8515899296416894220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8515899296416894220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8515899296416894220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-islands.html' title='From the Islands...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic6Znh7hifM/ThNTvCEuwkI/AAAAAAAABFg/fL21FrlWLu8/s72-c/267766_174212242641907_100001593961836_429397_5563827_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2650445731419593353</id><published>2011-07-05T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:48:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I was really lucky to get to spend sunday-monday with my nephews.  i always love to spend time with my family...especially these 2 crazy kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and picked them up on Sunday and they helped me make dinner...we had steak, southwestish potato salad, corn on the cob, and fruit pizza's for dessert, then we went to a birthday party at the park and the kiddos bounced in the bounce house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3mAYxK4V_8/ThNNaXBTspI/AAAAAAAABEo/UW3qjZouUyk/s1600/IMG-20110703-00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3mAYxK4V_8/ThNNaXBTspI/AAAAAAAABEo/UW3qjZouUyk/s320/IMG-20110703-00091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925474767319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner was hot (it was 102) and the sprinklers were on at the park so they were running through the mist i thought...tanner was not...he full on was running through the sprinklers, he was SOAKED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and played the game of life and ate watermelon, then W left, so we watched Ratatouille...Tanner fell asleep on the couch, and is now officially passed the "carry me to bed" stage of his life, sorry kiddo!  He also lost his tooth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night my 10 year old nephew rolled off their bed onto my mattress, he almost squished me good! so i made him trade places with me...Monday morning (10:30) i got up and started making a "festive" breakfast, strawberry pancakes, blue scrambled eggs, bacon, and more fruit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSkIYmNvZKQ/ThNNb50ERVI/AAAAAAAABEw/PxuWRNWWq20/s1600/IMG-20110704-00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSkIYmNvZKQ/ThNNb50ERVI/AAAAAAAABEw/PxuWRNWWq20/s320/IMG-20110704-00095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925501286892882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop at Iceberg to get them some delicious ice cream on our way back to drop them off...it was super fun to have them for the evening and i can't wait for my vacay in 2 weeks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i dropped them off i went home and got ready to spend the day with W.  He didn't have to work and that rarely happens! We went and saw the new transformers movie, which i haven't seen the first 2, but i really liked this one...all night i kept imagining what cars would look like if they were transformed into robot things...it was way cool...i even found myself cheering when the good guys came back...i know..i need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOB8tOpRP6w/ThNNc2_GziI/AAAAAAAABFI/wkVJEkizxL4/s1600/100_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOB8tOpRP6w/ThNNc2_GziI/AAAAAAAABFI/wkVJEkizxL4/s320/100_0761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925517707759138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-nlE993AAY/ThNNchWcCnI/AAAAAAAABFA/L7g9_mD1VCw/s1600/IMG-20110704-00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-nlE993AAY/ThNNchWcCnI/AAAAAAAABFA/L7g9_mD1VCw/s320/IMG-20110704-00100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925511900039794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg9xtEwQnJ0/ThNM5D3Nk7I/AAAAAAAABDY/1FhZYCDZqrc/s1600/100_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg9xtEwQnJ0/ThNM5D3Nk7I/AAAAAAAABDY/1FhZYCDZqrc/s320/100_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924902689018802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDlQRkcfQfE/ThNNcG93eUI/AAAAAAAABE4/r-DqZHWZjoo/s1600/IMG-20110704-00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDlQRkcfQfE/ThNNcG93eUI/AAAAAAAABE4/r-DqZHWZjoo/s320/IMG-20110704-00097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925504817658178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6pQpBJt2_0/ThNM5d3Bh9I/AAAAAAAABDg/tncy-v1Jqdk/s1600/100_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6pQpBJt2_0/ThNM5d3Bh9I/AAAAAAAABDg/tncy-v1Jqdk/s320/100_0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924909667551186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to dinner at Applebee's which was DELISH.  We watched fireworks at Sugarhouse park, where there were a billion + 1 people...so we actually left before they began, and watched from the side walk, and then got in the car before they ended, we were out of there before anyone even go to their cars...i went last year and spent at least 2 hours waiting in the parking lot just to get out...not this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JFp0qsfbM4/ThNNNUgwfWI/AAAAAAAABEg/7NTJ0ywMlxs/s1600/100_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JFp0qsfbM4/ThNNNUgwfWI/AAAAAAAABEg/7NTJ0ywMlxs/s320/100_0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925250755624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2NQuEbYAkD8/ThNNNIWITAI/AAAAAAAABEY/DhYtWKRsKSM/s1600/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2NQuEbYAkD8/ThNNNIWITAI/AAAAAAAABEY/DhYtWKRsKSM/s320/100_0755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925247489821698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO4N9-eESKY/ThNNM3ZEKvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/uNNnH2F2OiY/s1600/100_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO4N9-eESKY/ThNNM3ZEKvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/uNNnH2F2OiY/s320/100_0754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925242938731250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K190am2i_HU/ThNNMgAi5MI/AAAAAAAABEI/r15Kj7nrIeM/s1600/100_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K190am2i_HU/ThNNMgAi5MI/AAAAAAAABEI/r15Kj7nrIeM/s320/100_0752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925236661871810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIy9XGw8eB8/ThNNMSG1g0I/AAAAAAAABEA/DC1Bxu2x528/s1600/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIy9XGw8eB8/ThNNMSG1g0I/AAAAAAAABEA/DC1Bxu2x528/s320/100_0751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925232930161474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgirDKhj0PI/ThNM7lckM4I/AAAAAAAABD4/W6Cx2ue9mKc/s1600/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgirDKhj0PI/ThNM7lckM4I/AAAAAAAABD4/W6Cx2ue9mKc/s320/100_0747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924946063799170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-562Z1swg_v8/ThNM7DWuuHI/AAAAAAAABDw/rRQi3jwGF7w/s1600/100_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-562Z1swg_v8/ThNM7DWuuHI/AAAAAAAABDw/rRQi3jwGF7w/s320/100_0746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924936912517234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb8c-v_SdT8/ThNM5TmN3tI/AAAAAAAABDo/dssnkiXAF9s/s1600/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb8c-v_SdT8/ThNM5TmN3tI/AAAAAAAABDo/dssnkiXAF9s/s320/100_0745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924906912702162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, and fairly uneventful...just hangin out with the b/f. only 2 more weeks till vacay!  I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2650445731419593353?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2650445731419593353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2650445731419593353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2650445731419593353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2650445731419593353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3mAYxK4V_8/ThNNaXBTspI/AAAAAAAABEo/UW3qjZouUyk/s72-c/IMG-20110703-00091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6705050540209148496</id><published>2011-07-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:12:08.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye..</title><content type='html'>Saturday we said goodbye to W's dad...it was a sad day...the night before we went out to dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rewgu6nx8Kw/ThNE-n4JglI/AAAAAAAABC4/vr2RDbJbDu4/s1600/100_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rewgu6nx8Kw/ThNE-n4JglI/AAAAAAAABC4/vr2RDbJbDu4/s320/100_0739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625916202162946642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0dnu8GkGLY/ThNE-dee3pI/AAAAAAAABCw/fTc61BtQPUM/s1600/100_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0dnu8GkGLY/ThNE-dee3pI/AAAAAAAABCw/fTc61BtQPUM/s320/100_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625916199370940050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun just talking stories and having some good food.  After dinner went back to W's place and his dad ended up coming in and talking to us, which turned into a HUGE council between his dad and him, i felt semi-akward, but i'm glad i got to hear all the things his dad said.  His dad is an amazing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took him to the aiport on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9G_TgmZ3kA/ThNE-8UB27I/AAAAAAAABDI/7omZh8rHJII/s1600/100_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9G_TgmZ3kA/ThNE-8UB27I/AAAAAAAABDI/7omZh8rHJII/s320/100_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625916207648594866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxfrDpWcUFA/ThNFxcPX4uI/AAAAAAAABDQ/SNYNdkHfwec/s1600/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxfrDpWcUFA/ThNFxcPX4uI/AAAAAAAABDQ/SNYNdkHfwec/s320/100_0741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625917075212460770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the airport W just kept telling me how sad he was...he really misses his dad already...his dad was here for the PERFECT weekend.  W really needed his dad to be here, it was amazing timing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6705050540209148496?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6705050540209148496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6705050540209148496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6705050540209148496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6705050540209148496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye..'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rewgu6nx8Kw/ThNE-n4JglI/AAAAAAAABC4/vr2RDbJbDu4/s72-c/100_0739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6842828557470974174</id><published>2011-07-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:33:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cutest little boy...</title><content type='html'>This is T, he makes my heart smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-QcUFBwCUU/Tg3aXXT7rEI/AAAAAAAABCI/L1XRK2XmI1Q/s1600/t"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-QcUFBwCUU/Tg3aXXT7rEI/AAAAAAAABCI/L1XRK2XmI1Q/s320/t" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624391604585081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see him nearly as often as i should, but when his mom posts pictures like this it makes me love him all over again...he's just SO darn cute! But don't worry, i'll leave the munching to A ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6842828557470974174?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6842828557470974174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6842828557470974174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6842828557470974174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6842828557470974174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/07/cutest-little-boy.html' title='the cutest little boy...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-QcUFBwCUU/Tg3aXXT7rEI/AAAAAAAABCI/L1XRK2XmI1Q/s72-c/t' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1830468924939191953</id><published>2011-06-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:37:58.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son</title><content type='html'>W’s dad W senior has been here for a week for work.  He’s the translator for the Marshallese triple.  So for the last week I’ve eaten lunch with him.  For the last week I’ve spent at least an hour everyday learning new things about W’s family I didn’t know before.  I’ve learned so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last week I’ve seen how much a son can love his father.  The last time W’s dad was here, W wasn’t in a very happy place…he made some choices that led him down a very dark and unhappy life.  It’s incredible to see how much change has happened, how happy he is to see his dad, and for his dad to be here and see this new him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night his dad got here, his dad was sitting on the bed talking to me and W was just staring at him with this stupid very cute grin on his face…that’s how happy he was.  Sometimes I catch him just staring at him, he’s so happy to have him here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I left to run to the store and when I came back to the house I saw this through the kitchen window…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mKQkQKbkpY/TgzsE5ch0NI/AAAAAAAABB4/9DmxBDbS_1o/s1600/270419_10150239717163539_507298538_7239442_3304443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mKQkQKbkpY/TgzsE5ch0NI/AAAAAAAABB4/9DmxBDbS_1o/s320/270419_10150239717163539_507298538_7239442_3304443_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624129603563016402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my heart smile a little bit.  I mean how cute is that?! I’ve always been a fan that W doesn’t have any issues doing the dishes...BIG FAN over here…anyways…it was just a tender moment…then a couple nights later I took this beauty…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhVBq91MHlA/TgzsFF5wqKI/AAAAAAAABCA/ukGgh9a1GqQ/s1600/270937_10150240666503539_507298538_7250740_1162819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhVBq91MHlA/TgzsFF5wqKI/AAAAAAAABCA/ukGgh9a1GqQ/s320/270937_10150240666503539_507298538_7250740_1162819_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624129606906849442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the grin I’m talking about…almost creepy  cute…hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really has been a wonderful week, I’m going to be very sad to see Baba W leave on Saturday…he’s done a lot for me this week…a couple nights ago W told me “please don’t tell my Dad anything else, I’m so tired of being lectured…”…haha…pretty much I’d tell his dad stories at lunch, then he’d get home at night and rag on him…LOVE IT! I’m pretty sure he loves me most…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly this week I’ve really grown to appreciate my relationship with W.  We got some great news on Sunday, and he's so excited and happy about it.  He's come so far and been trying so hard.  We’ve had some really good conversations, and have really opened up to each other.  I hope that things will continue to go well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s mostly terrified to meet my family, but it’s not so much he’s afraid of them, I think he’s mostly worried about feeling like he won’t be accepted.  I know those feelings will go away once he meets them, because let’s face it, my family is pretty much AMAZING.   I can’t wait to tour Seattle, and go the board walk, and eat on the water, and spend time with my sisters and parent’s and all the kiddos.  BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1830468924939191953?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1830468924939191953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1830468924939191953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1830468924939191953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1830468924939191953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/father-and-son.html' title='Father and Son'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mKQkQKbkpY/TgzsE5ch0NI/AAAAAAAABB4/9DmxBDbS_1o/s72-c/270419_10150239717163539_507298538_7239442_3304443_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5923453974719149126</id><published>2011-06-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:35:39.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with all the replies</title><content type='html'>i love my job.  I do.  I do NOT love that people i work with have yet to learn the difference between, "Reply" and "Reply ALL"...a couple months ago my co-worker Berks started getting all these ridiculous emails that had nothing to do with her, with was a train of emails that wouldn't end because people kept pushing "Reply ALL"...Sometimes in facebook i get messages from people i do NOT know, and it annoys because they can't tell the difference between Reply and Reply All...here's a visual...reply means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk_UoW2GpDo/Tgyzlg-JXPI/AAAAAAAABBo/l8iENPzpIyA/s1600/reply.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk_UoW2GpDo/Tgyzlg-JXPI/AAAAAAAABBo/l8iENPzpIyA/s320/reply.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624067491766033650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-the sender/reciever and them-sender/reciever.  Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply all means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlduHCm5Mr4/TgyzljxmaUI/AAAAAAAABBw/P1dPp-ThJ8k/s1600/reply%2Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlduHCm5Mr4/TgyzljxmaUI/AAAAAAAABBw/P1dPp-ThJ8k/s320/reply%2Ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624067492518717762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and their mom.  So please for the good of humanity and my sanity, PLEASE use reply all responsibily.  PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5923453974719149126?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5923453974719149126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5923453974719149126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5923453974719149126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5923453974719149126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-with-all-replies.html' title='The One with all the replies'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk_UoW2GpDo/Tgyzlg-JXPI/AAAAAAAABBo/l8iENPzpIyA/s72-c/reply.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4642008537472737510</id><published>2011-06-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:00:11.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7-Tibrg0o28" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the whole song of the blog down under i referenced...it gives me chills...seriously, where's my sweater? okay maybe not quite the same, but i love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend Ams also send me a note that this song was on SYTYCD and i tube'd it...the story behind the dance is it's supposed to be symbolic of the choregrapher's mother who has been really ill recently...i think you always need the background from the choreographer's...it add's so much more...enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xnguqsMQmg4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4642008537472737510?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4642008537472737510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4642008537472737510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4642008537472737510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4642008537472737510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7-Tibrg0o28/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4334186158009372091</id><published>2011-06-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:55:49.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner in the mountains :)</title><content type='html'>So K and C decided to have a little BBQ in Big Cottonwood Canyon last night, it was so much fun!  They also invited T, V, and  P…it was so much fun…the food was delish, the company was the best, and it was so much fun to laugh and be in the mountains and enjoy the fresh air, and the rushing water, and spend time with friends…it was a lot of fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_tBJJ-y6s/TgNY2fTU3LI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_dboKzv9S_4/s1600/264606_2130760354246_1403124634_32500421_6097038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_tBJJ-y6s/TgNY2fTU3LI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_dboKzv9S_4/s320/264606_2130760354246_1403124634_32500421_6097038_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621434453027249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Al-kKGQVq_Q/TgNY2RzLgnI/AAAAAAAABBI/8Ld2e0qGkg0/s1600/264606_2130760314245_1403124634_32500420_591366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Al-kKGQVq_Q/TgNY2RzLgnI/AAAAAAAABBI/8Ld2e0qGkg0/s320/264606_2130760314245_1403124634_32500420_591366_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621434449402757746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diiykbQLnWU/TgNY17byuzI/AAAAAAAABBA/-w0YY2lbOhw/s1600/263901_2130776474649_1403124634_32500465_8133509_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diiykbQLnWU/TgNY17byuzI/AAAAAAAABBA/-w0YY2lbOhw/s320/263901_2130776474649_1403124634_32500465_8133509_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621434443399084850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZSxNK6tAr4/TgNY1r6EwfI/AAAAAAAABA4/V18uY9eEqTQ/s1600/263901_2130776394647_1403124634_32500463_5411338_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZSxNK6tAr4/TgNY1r6EwfI/AAAAAAAABA4/V18uY9eEqTQ/s320/263901_2130776394647_1403124634_32500463_5411338_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621434439231128050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzUkCdfAsX8/TgNha8bgykI/AAAAAAAABBg/2CfJ6SeJrug/s1600/264986_2130739633728_1403124634_32500387_4180817_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzUkCdfAsX8/TgNha8bgykI/AAAAAAAABBg/2CfJ6SeJrug/s320/264986_2130739633728_1403124634_32500387_4180817_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621443875414526530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W got another haircut :)  this time his brother did it, so it was free...and i think i like this one better :)  After all the fun we just relaxed at their house and talked stories, and it ws just one of those perfect days...sometimes getting away and spending time in nature is the best therapy you can get...clears the mind, clears the senses and rejuvinates you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsTSdaE8j-Q/TgNY1cHszeI/AAAAAAAABAw/c_fzFTLZCb4/s1600/100_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsTSdaE8j-Q/TgNY1cHszeI/AAAAAAAABAw/c_fzFTLZCb4/s320/100_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621434434993311202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4334186158009372091?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4334186158009372091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4334186158009372091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4334186158009372091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4334186158009372091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/dinner-in-mountains.html' title='Dinner in the mountains :)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_tBJJ-y6s/TgNY2fTU3LI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_dboKzv9S_4/s72-c/264606_2130760354246_1403124634_32500421_6097038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4664835250949429742</id><published>2011-06-22T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:45:20.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the voice on Hulu, and I think it's AMAZING!  They have some SERIOUS talent on this show!  I think I'm a bigger fan of this show then American Idol...cuz seriously, these kids have SERIOUS talent...one of my top contenders sang a coldplay song last night that i haven't heard before, and it was AMAZING...See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eMG7SmPX7MQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are the words to the whole song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fix You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that AMAZING?!  PS i also LOVE Blake Shelton, i think he is hilarious...my top contenders from each team are Javier from Team Adam, Vicci from team Cee-Lo, Frenchie from team Christina and Xenia from Team Blake, my top 2 are Xenia and Javier, although Vicci's peformance last night was probably the best of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y2d7tj85_Qg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE! I like wish I was THERE that's how steller that was...SO INTENSE! Anyways I totally recommend this show, very nicely done, and i dont even mind Carson Daly...i think they've weeded this competition SO well....they really have picked the best, not like American Idol...LAME SAUCE compared to this...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4664835250949429742?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4664835250949429742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4664835250949429742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4664835250949429742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4664835250949429742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eMG7SmPX7MQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-641352762301881791</id><published>2011-06-20T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:43:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabinmeto Days</title><content type='html'>Another Marshallese celebration has come and gone, this one was quite a bit more successful then May Day thank goodness!...W and his brother C LOVE basketball, it’s like a stable in their life, like food, water, basketball…they didn’t do so well with their team at May Day, but they had another tournament this weekend and they are playing in the final game Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO proud of them, they worked SOOOOO hard…I got quite a few pictures and picked a couple I liked and edited them…nothing really special…but it was really awesome, both games they won by 1 point, it was neat to see them come back, and fight so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn95Vuw7xWc/Tf-DRFtfRJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/skbshDNoTAY/s1600/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn95Vuw7xWc/Tf-DRFtfRJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/skbshDNoTAY/s320/100_0719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355189595653266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4tl9DSLJ5g/Tf-DQvyVILI/AAAAAAAAA_A/psusIXb-4Xc/s1600/100_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4tl9DSLJ5g/Tf-DQvyVILI/AAAAAAAAA_A/psusIXb-4Xc/s320/100_0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355183710380210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMUgjevbers/Tf-DLCwG_GI/AAAAAAAAA-4/eyiQwSEFBDo/s1600/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMUgjevbers/Tf-DLCwG_GI/AAAAAAAAA-4/eyiQwSEFBDo/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355085722123362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second game it was getting SO close and the time was winding down and I was SOOOO nervous! It’s hard because I don’t get it, I don’t get what they love so much about it…BUT I KNEW it was important to him, and THAT was what mattered…so I snuck out with about 30 seconds left…and went around the corner of the gym and said a little prayer, I’m pretty sure it sounded something like this, “Heavenly Father I KNOW that this might be a stupid prayer, but this is really important to W, even though you and I may not understand it…please help them win…I just want W to be happy, and I know he won’t be happy if he they lose and I REALLY don’t want to deal with that….so please…again…I know this is may be a weird prayer, but it’s really for W and not for me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked around the corner and there were 6 seconds left, and someone on W’s team had been fouled, they needed BOTH to win by 1…and he dropped them BOTH! I was like…shut the front door! THEY WON! So now they are going to the finals and I am so excited for them…during the first game W missed a TON of free throws…so I decided during the second game I wasn’t going to watch, and he only missed 1  free throw….superstitious much? YES, yes I am…hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmJQDAJAgrA/Tf-DKkSgmhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/53bt2LaCwOA/s1600/100_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmJQDAJAgrA/Tf-DKkSgmhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/53bt2LaCwOA/s320/100_0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355077544909330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7xBe6qEfGg/Tf-DKTNOj6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/cMMqejDr_a0/s1600/100_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7xBe6qEfGg/Tf-DKTNOj6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/cMMqejDr_a0/s320/100_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355072959352738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7hpnCFZ7eY/Tf-DKGU2g_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/MS5wkscM9JY/s1600/100_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7hpnCFZ7eY/Tf-DKGU2g_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/MS5wkscM9JY/s320/100_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355069501670386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysqsRrEFuMM/Tf-DFThUtVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cCXFj_OZmZ8/s1600/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysqsRrEFuMM/Tf-DFThUtVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cCXFj_OZmZ8/s320/100_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620354987144295762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure love him, and I am so proud of him…Good Job Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gCGX5S5PEM/Tf-DQ83BxKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ILwPzZ4zbBg/s1600/100_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gCGX5S5PEM/Tf-DQ83BxKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ILwPzZ4zbBg/s320/100_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355187219743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-641352762301881791?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/641352762301881791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=641352762301881791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/641352762301881791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/641352762301881791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/kabinmeto-days.html' title='Kabinmeto Days'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn95Vuw7xWc/Tf-DRFtfRJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/skbshDNoTAY/s72-c/100_0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4199545273782347833</id><published>2011-06-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:06:11.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTQWnJPBCS8/Tf99a4CVm3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/UvclVTFeAB4/s1600/imagesCAMSJT74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTQWnJPBCS8/Tf99a4CVm3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/UvclVTFeAB4/s320/imagesCAMSJT74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620348760653929330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I had some seriously WEIRD dreams…I don’t know what the heck I ate, or what the heck was going on, but it was seriously messed up…and it was those dreams where you’re in your dream and you have to convince yourself that this is a dream…I remember one part of the dream I started freaking out…and then I realized Tay was in my dream, and I was like wait…this is a dream…cuz you’re here…haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that I’m very glad they were dreams, I kept having to compare…like what the heck is going on…then when I woke up this morning I didn’t know what day it was…like okay…what did I do last night, what was yesterday, then I remembered it was father’s day, so today was Monday, and that I did not get in a fight with W, so I need to calm the freak down…stupid dreams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a friends episode where Phoebe is really mad at Ross, like so mad…and then Ross asks her why, and she can’t remember, so then Ross says he’s mad at Phoebe, and this continues throughout the episode, and then they plays this game where you clear your mind and say the first thing that pops into your head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Where do you wanna eat? &lt;br /&gt;Chandler: I don't know... &lt;br /&gt;Joey: I know how we can decide. I'm gonna ask you a bunch of questions and then you have to answer real fast. So, clear your mind. Clear it tight out. Clear it out. Clear it. &lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Ok! Ok, it's all clear except for this image of a small, purple lamp. Is that all right if that stays in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it turns out that Ross called Phoebe boring, and Ross denies it so they play the game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpQ4aKcGAa0/Tf99jyUhasI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sCX1LKF-tF8/s1600/phoebes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpQ4aKcGAa0/Tf99jyUhasI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sCX1LKF-tF8/s320/phoebes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620348913738410690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross: What do you like better flora or fauna?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Fauna.&lt;br /&gt;Ross: Who would you rather be Simon or Garfunkle?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Garfunkle.&lt;br /&gt;Ross: Why are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: You said I was boring. Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Ross: When did I say you were boring?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Oh my God, I remember now! We were playing chess!&lt;br /&gt;Ross: Phoebe! You and I have never played chess!&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Oh, come on! Yes... remember that time on the frozen lake? We were playing chess, you said I was boring, and then you took off your energy mask and you were Cameron Diaz! Okay, there's a chance this may have been a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what this day would have been like….I could totally see this conversation happening between W and I…Stupid dreams…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4199545273782347833?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4199545273782347833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4199545273782347833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4199545273782347833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4199545273782347833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTQWnJPBCS8/Tf99a4CVm3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/UvclVTFeAB4/s72-c/imagesCAMSJT74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7667025399379810127</id><published>2011-06-17T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:25:09.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bye bye Subaru"</title><content type='html'>W bought this car for like $800…It lasted him a few months, and then broke, he ended up taking over his brother’s car, so his brother could go back to Job Corp…SO it’s just been sitting, their landlord told them they had to move it and so I made a few phone calls, and found a place that would actually pay for it and tow it for free…because I’m pretty much amazing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk3GVKpIr00/Tftw-AK1vdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-G_xWbpDG2g/s1600/IMG-20110616-00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk3GVKpIr00/Tftw-AK1vdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-G_xWbpDG2g/s320/IMG-20110616-00079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619209170574491090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66ImTJFBdlY/Tftw64JYNQI/AAAAAAAAA94/Io6spRBEtEY/s1600/IMG-20110616-00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66ImTJFBdlY/Tftw64JYNQI/AAAAAAAAA94/Io6spRBEtEY/s320/IMG-20110616-00078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619209116881270018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we bid farewell to W’s first owned car…even the neighbor came out to watch the departure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYr4fSIRJpU/Tftw57L9TKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1hfnjFqUXME/s1600/IMG-20110616-00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYr4fSIRJpU/Tftw57L9TKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1hfnjFqUXME/s320/IMG-20110616-00077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619209100517526690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we ended up talking about a few different things, it was amazing…he’s amazing…and he is so funny…sometimes he thinks that I don’t know him as well as I do…and then when he realizes I’m right or that I do, he becomes all shy and gets this funny look on his face, it makes me smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he really opened up about a few things, and it just made me realize how important communication is…he tries and I know sometimes he doesn’t tell me his feelings, but last night he did, and it was a good experience for the both of us…now I understand him better, and understand better why sometimes he says/does the things he does…he’s such a good guy, and he’s trying so hard, and I am so proud of him…He has come so far, and has grown so much, and changed SOOOO much…and I know that change isn’t easy, especially when it’s coming from inside…he just looks happier, and people are noticing, people are telling him that he looks cleaner, and looks good, and happy, and that makes me happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s going to be a good day.  I feel happy and loved, and blessed…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7667025399379810127?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7667025399379810127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7667025399379810127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7667025399379810127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7667025399379810127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-bye-subaru.html' title='&quot;Bye bye Subaru&quot;'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk3GVKpIr00/Tftw-AK1vdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-G_xWbpDG2g/s72-c/IMG-20110616-00079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1112312669690227063</id><published>2011-06-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:12:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a good day when...</title><content type='html'>You know that it just HAS to be a good day when you wake up to a message like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHOHEtP9RFU/TfttxNwhm_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xbfMC90szwk/s1600/100_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHOHEtP9RFU/TfttxNwhm_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xbfMC90szwk/s320/100_0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619205652349033458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize it's Friday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1112312669690227063?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1112312669690227063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1112312669690227063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1112312669690227063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1112312669690227063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-gonna-be-good-day-when.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a good day when...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHOHEtP9RFU/TfttxNwhm_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xbfMC90szwk/s72-c/100_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5099450268234685838</id><published>2011-06-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:23:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a right on Memory Lane and end up in "What the?"</title><content type='html'>After helping with the move, I was determined to go through some of the stuff I have, I don’t have a TON of stuff, but getting rid of whatever I could would be helpful…so I started going through all my stuff last night and found an old book that I’ve tucked away little things here and there, it’s an old scrapbook that was an assignment my senior year of high school…as I was going through everything in it I came across a few interesting items…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elaborate on these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P578R92A2X8/TfoQOJTYfNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YAg87_-Zbt4/s1600/IMG-20110615-00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P578R92A2X8/TfoQOJTYfNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YAg87_-Zbt4/s320/IMG-20110615-00076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821320299543762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year Prom, Tay and Chris, this was a period where Chris decided he wanted to have a beard, he was mocked, a lot...mostly by me and tay...it didnt' grow in quite like he wanted, and we made sure he was aware of that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDj-xja95H8/TfoQN2o26uI/AAAAAAAAA9U/55rXsHzJzJ4/s1600/IMG-20110615-00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDj-xja95H8/TfoQN2o26uI/AAAAAAAAA9U/55rXsHzJzJ4/s320/IMG-20110615-00075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821315289344738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chris...I believe we are about 15/16 respectively here....kinda crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LpxBjBxkr8/TfoQNq2_znI/AAAAAAAAA9M/FoLHn0L5I_g/s1600/IMG-20110615-00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LpxBjBxkr8/TfoQNq2_znI/AAAAAAAAA9M/FoLHn0L5I_g/s320/IMG-20110615-00074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821312127422066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tay Homecoming Junior Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LelKLQqVRpI/TfoQNZm08QI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ym6Yi4ElIKo/s1600/IMG-20110615-00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LelKLQqVRpI/TfoQNZm08QI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ym6Yi4ElIKo/s320/IMG-20110615-00072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821307496198402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Brandon Homecoming Junior Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z1uM7bzoXc4/TfoQNI-R4qI/AAAAAAAAA88/jGA9v4D8v2Y/s1600/IMG-20110615-00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z1uM7bzoXc4/TfoQNI-R4qI/AAAAAAAAA88/jGA9v4D8v2Y/s320/IMG-20110615-00071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821303031161506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tay and Chris Homecoming Junior Year, Tay and I didn't want to go with anyone at our school, and we wanted to go with friends, so we asked Brandon and Chris to come with us, and they did, and it was SOOOOOO much fun, one of my best memories for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7NEJVoLvmI/TfoQD6-B7rI/AAAAAAAAA80/KBq8NV8RlpE/s1600/IMG-20110615-00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7NEJVoLvmI/TfoQD6-B7rI/AAAAAAAAA80/KBq8NV8RlpE/s320/IMG-20110615-00069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821144653196978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a note from my old roommate Ams, it made me smile and laugh :) I'm glad I kept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3J5nGKrN5_o/TfoQDqPF1cI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pXq1MgSXXbc/s1600/IMG-20110615-00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3J5nGKrN5_o/TfoQDqPF1cI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pXq1MgSXXbc/s320/IMG-20110615-00068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821140161353154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at EFY, Chris decided to do his "raptor" impression...it's amazing...i'm not sure if he does it anymore...but it'd be funny if he did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhinNqpwh2g/TfoQDSAED5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/PLhyRucHOlc/s1600/IMG-20110615-00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhinNqpwh2g/TfoQDSAED5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/PLhyRucHOlc/s320/IMG-20110615-00066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821133655871378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I at EFY...man, we were like...best friends...I'm so glad he married such an awesome girl like Erika, they have the cutest baby girl, and they are SUCH good friends to me still :) Thanks guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4SvzJtxU1E/TfoQDVfFgCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/jMSp_WycLj0/s1600/IMG-20110615-00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4SvzJtxU1E/TfoQDVfFgCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/jMSp_WycLj0/s320/IMG-20110615-00065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821134591295522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this was the really neat one for me...Tay made this for me before homecoming junior year i always loved and looked at it and everything then last night i was looking at it and noticed it said something on the other side, i was like huh...that's interesting...so i pulled it out and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOtMzoG1yeY/TfoQDBCmtTI/AAAAAAAAA8U/YtzlgOo8d8w/s1600/IMG-20110615-00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOtMzoG1yeY/TfoQDBCmtTI/AAAAAAAAA8U/YtzlgOo8d8w/s320/IMG-20110615-00064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618821129103127858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  She loves me...what an awesome reminder...thanks Tay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5099450268234685838?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5099450268234685838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5099450268234685838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5099450268234685838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5099450268234685838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-right-on-memory-lane-and-end-up-in.html' title='Take a right on Memory Lane and end up in &quot;What the?&quot;'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P578R92A2X8/TfoQOJTYfNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YAg87_-Zbt4/s72-c/IMG-20110615-00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-851218026617758764</id><published>2011-06-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:32:01.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Day</title><content type='html'>Today is plant day at work...that means you can take your plants to the Dr.'s and get them fixed up right nice...i have this lovely little plant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5riuwroW5Ko/TfjQXz5Jr-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/px2EsPglqj0/s1600/IMG-20110615-00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5riuwroW5Ko/TfjQXz5Jr-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/px2EsPglqj0/s320/IMG-20110615-00062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618469642630180834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it when I first started working in this department...it was smaller then...i now wish i had taken a before picture...so a couple months ago we had a long weekend and i forgot to water my plant, when we came back it was totally shriveled up and dying, i thought, wow...way to go...hope that's not like the "love fern" analogy...so i drowned it in water...and it came back to life, i do that frequently actually, it hasn't gotten as bad as that time, but i water it "sufficiently"...so i was scared to take it down stairs, i thought maybe it needed to a bigger pot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE! You know what they told me?  My plant is SO healthy! in fact 3 people came and looked at my plant and all were surprised, "WOW! Whatever your doing keep doing it!" well alright then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my dad (fitting post for Father's Day) has the green thumb, and i've never really been into gardening and stuff for fear of being a complete failure...but...i think i got the gene, lately i've been thinking more and more about how i want to have a garden when i grow up, and this plant has given me an extra confidence boost, i wish my dad was here so i could say, "Hey Dad!  Look!" but he's not, so instead he can go on this blog...same thing...practically...right??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm very proud of my plant...It doesn't need a new pot, they said to bring it back in 6 months, let's hope i dont kill the thing before then so i can get another praise at my beautiful plant :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-851218026617758764?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/851218026617758764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=851218026617758764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/851218026617758764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/851218026617758764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/plant-day.html' title='Plant Day'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5riuwroW5Ko/TfjQXz5Jr-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/px2EsPglqj0/s72-c/IMG-20110615-00062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4409375660029073957</id><published>2011-06-13T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:52:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last few days have been so tiring, moving W and his family, it was just crazy...but even amongst all the craziness there were so many wonderful moments where i just felt so much peace and happiness in my life right now, and with my relationship with W.  So many times in my life i've seen things and thought, "I want a guy who's going to do that", and then it surprises me when he does!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I've had thoughts about dancing in the street with the guy i love, kind of like The Notebook style, which is most likely where i even got the thought, So on saturday it was like inching to 1am and we were all still so tired, so i was getting ready to leave, and i was standing on the driveway kind of on the side of the roadish, and W came up to me and grabbed my arms and started singing randomly and dancing...and i couldn't help but feel so loved...it's little moments like that, that make me love him more and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7iqVX5tXpg/TfZAK9pTwPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Bfu5lJYHOg8/s1600/100_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7iqVX5tXpg/TfZAK9pTwPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Bfu5lJYHOg8/s320/100_0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617748142281965810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was laying in my bed thinking about all the things from this weekend and just how different things are now, and how happy i am, and i couldn't sleep because i was so happy...it reminded me of that quote about not wanting to sleep because reality is better then your dreams...but it didn't last long, like i mentioned, it was LONG weekend, and i was EXHAUSTED! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just going so well, and i can't wait to go home so my family can meet him, and have a vacation...i NEED a vacation!  I need to not see Utah for a few days....haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4409375660029073957?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4409375660029073957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4409375660029073957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4409375660029073957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4409375660029073957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-few-days-have-been-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7iqVX5tXpg/TfZAK9pTwPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Bfu5lJYHOg8/s72-c/100_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-511991092601179924</id><published>2011-06-13T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:40:10.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>This is how clement "moves"....see my play on words there?...we were all actually taking stuff to the trucks and cleaning...and he was...doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/511991092601179924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=511991092601179924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/511991092601179924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/511991092601179924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5584312543289298006</id><published>2011-06-13T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:37:31.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Yogurt</title><content type='html'>It was the PERFECT weather Saturday, i mean seriously, i walked around the mall and walked around outside and decided to get me some of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3HkAv73rps/TfY8lPrO6sI/AAAAAAAAA70/nD6EY45hoy4/s1600/IMG-20110611-00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3HkAv73rps/TfY8lPrO6sI/AAAAAAAAA70/nD6EY45hoy4/s320/IMG-20110611-00058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617744195751963330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i LOVED it! Sitting out in the sun, partaking of this delightfulness...it was magic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDwBJi1ACDY/TfY8wRG-54I/AAAAAAAAA78/Jb6JbFl7ZMw/s1600/IMG-20110611-00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDwBJi1ACDY/TfY8wRG-54I/AAAAAAAAA78/Jb6JbFl7ZMw/s320/IMG-20110611-00059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617744385115350914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5584312543289298006?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5584312543289298006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5584312543289298006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5584312543289298006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5584312543289298006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/frozen-yogurt.html' title='Frozen Yogurt'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3HkAv73rps/TfY8lPrO6sI/AAAAAAAAA70/nD6EY45hoy4/s72-c/IMG-20110611-00058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2009918680083078015</id><published>2011-06-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:33:16.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way's to NOT subject your Email's</title><content type='html'>SO my boss T has been interviewing for a new position, and yesterday he came to me and asked me if i wanted a good laugh....i said, "Always"...SO i go in his office and he says, "I got an email from one of the interviewee's from last week (who did not make it to second interviews) read the subject line of the highlighted email there..."....so i look, and imediately i'm SHOCKED!  "Yeah that's what i did too!" he said...this was the subject line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfBe-knLuns/TfIqqpdYqlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8QmbqPH6Fz0/s1600/baby-shocked-face-03-copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfBe-knLuns/TfIqqpdYqlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8QmbqPH6Fz0/s320/baby-shocked-face-03-copy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616598597456407122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which CLEARLY means Follow-Up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T said he's going to email him back and suggest he not appreviate that to hopeful employers from here on out...I think that's a good idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2009918680083078015?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2009918680083078015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2009918680083078015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2009918680083078015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2009918680083078015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/ways-to-not-subject-your-emails.html' title='Way&apos;s to NOT subject your Email&apos;s'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfBe-knLuns/TfIqqpdYqlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8QmbqPH6Fz0/s72-c/baby-shocked-face-03-copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1534762603494516207</id><published>2011-06-10T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:03:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind...</title><content type='html'>MOVING/PACKING is Satan's Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W and his family have to move to a new place, it's still near where they live, but OH MY GOODNESS!  They have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much stuff...THIS will be Satan's mistress for sure...i'm a fairly organized person, and THIS is going to make me go coo coo for cocoa puffs...*sigh*...but at least they found a place on such short notice, and we'll get it all done...YAY for moving...:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1534762603494516207?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1534762603494516207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1534762603494516207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1534762603494516207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1534762603494516207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-changed-my-mind.html' title='I changed my mind...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7650150500126315879</id><published>2011-06-09T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:37:22.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KSL and Satan's Mistress</title><content type='html'>So this is going to be sappy….*warning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was getting ready to leave work and was headed to the elevator, and W called me, I just figured to see how the day was going, when I was going to leave work, etc…you know, the usual…and he did ask me, and then he asked, “what are you doing tonight?” we didn’t have plans so I was kind of surprised, I said, “umm…nothing”, and he replied, “Can I see you at 7?” I was so confused…I replied, “umm yeah but why?” “Because I miss you, and I just want to see your face, even if it’s only for a minute”….Yep…He saw my face…how do you say No to THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sappy Over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve had this Wii Band Hero game and set for like a year, that I don’t ever use, I got it when I lived with Holly and she had a Wii then we got divorced, and she took the Wii and I took Band Hero…needless to say, Band Hero, not so fun without the Wii…just sayin…A couple of my friends suggested selling it on KSL, and I debated back and forth, back and forth….finally yesterday at about noon, I thought, why not give it a shot?  So I posted thee MOST basic Ad on KSL, and said 100 OBO, I was going to say 75…but you don’t ever ASK for the price you WANT…DUH…at about 2:30 this guy texts me and wants it for 75, I said, “Cash” he said, “of couse” and I said COME AND GET IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastest $75.00 I’ve ever made no doubt!  The hard part was telling W.  He REALLY wanted me to keep it, but it was just taking up space, and I’m NEVER going to use it, he thinks he will “someday” well…when “someday” comes around we can go on KSL and look for one! :) Because IT WORKS.  Now I’m thinking…what other stuff do I have that I never use that people would want to pay for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO to make him feel better, last night I took him out for some dinner, with the money I got for selling the Band Hero…lol..NEVER again will you see MY face at “Crazy Buffet”…WORST experience EVER…aside from their DELICIOUS Guava Juice, it was pretty nasty…it looked like everything had been sitting out FOREVER, and it was NASTY food…Next time Golden Corral ALL the way…I even said that too him last night, “We are never coming back here” he said, “Yes, Master”…okay he didn’t say that, but he TOTALLY agreed with me that the food was nasty, and next time we’d be going to “The Corral”….HELLO unlimted STEAK! Duh!...stupid Crazy Buffet…PLUS I had the WEIRDEST almost nightmarish dreams last night, probably because of their devil food…I’m pretty sure Crazy Buffet is run by Satan’s Mistress….blast her…BUT he did manage to take a picture…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xSyt7gc8vU/TfEdw9D74vI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3H-rTqQkBdM/s1600/IMG-20110608-00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xSyt7gc8vU/TfEdw9D74vI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3H-rTqQkBdM/s320/IMG-20110608-00055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616302937169715954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we can pretend we’re happy, when we really are super disappointed and still hungry, good thing they had yummy frozen yogurt! I’m pretty sure that was the best thing we ate last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7650150500126315879?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7650150500126315879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7650150500126315879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7650150500126315879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7650150500126315879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/ksl-and-satans-mistress.html' title='KSL and Satan&apos;s Mistress'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xSyt7gc8vU/TfEdw9D74vI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3H-rTqQkBdM/s72-c/IMG-20110608-00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-9174249944702087667</id><published>2011-06-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:48:32.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And lean NOT unto thine own understanding"</title><content type='html'>some of you may recognize that phrase, some may not, and same may be thinking what ive been thinking recently, "wait, that says NOT"...and here apparently i've been thinking it says, "And please lean unto thine understanding, because clearly you know more, and better than i do, so please...lean away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.  VERY wrong.  The last few days have just kind of felt overwhelming, and i dont even know WHY...just feeling like everything is closing in on me..Work, Relationship, Friends, Church, Roommate, it just starts feeling like it's just too much...the last couple days i've been pretty cranky...it hasn't been pretty...i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning i was telling my co-worker of all my "woes", and came back to my desk and this scripture popped into my head..."Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean NOT unto thine own understanding"...then i "clicked" for second, i don't know anything, why am i pretending i do?  Why am i stressing myself out for no reason?  Only the Lord knows the hearts of his Children, and only he knows what's best for us.  And i thought to myself, "Self, STOP LEANING!" Why do we do this to ourselves?  Over and over...we just pile this stuff unto ourselves without even realizing till we're like, oh no, it's too heavy, what was i thinking? and the Lord is going, "um well i never actually told you to take that, but i let you, so now just trust me..." or "that's not yours to carry, so PLEASE, LET IT GO!" He's so smart that Father of ours...and we are mortal, and not so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YeCa7AfJ0/Te-WfFFCBVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/vgohsgMn2Ls/s1600/Trust_in_the_Lord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YeCa7AfJ0/Te-WfFFCBVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/vgohsgMn2Ls/s320/Trust_in_the_Lord.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615872721037690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture, I'm not sure why, probably for the "obvious" reasons, but it gives me a sense of hope, like even though i'm clearly sinking in the seas of ew, "his arm is stretched out still"  Have a little faith, have a little trust, and know that, he is NOT going to let you drown...the only time we drown is when we take our hand back and say, "no look i can swim, look i can do it all by myself, see i'm swiimmm..." that's you sinking, cuz you can't do it alone, but we want prove to him something, like "hey watch me i got this" and then it turns into "okay not so much, HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP i'm sinking!" and he doesn't even say, "well duh!" when he should, he says well of course, and i love you, and be at peace...that's why he is who he is, and i am who i am, because would totally say "see? i told you? what's wrong with you? well DUH"...and that's why i'm glad the rapture has NOT come yet...still got time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the moral of all this is to stop leaning, to really trust in the lord (i'll be the first to admit, it's so much easier to say then to do), that part i struggle with...putting ALL my trust in the lord, because then i go, "Well what if this happens, and what if that happens? and what if it doesnt  go this way?  then what? and how will i deal with this? and blah blah blah, but it's so much easier if we spare ourselves the stress and if's if we just say, "Lord, you got this, because i'm tapping out on this one", or something more reverent like, "Lord, I can't do this, I need you here, and i'm giving you everything cuz i got nothing"...man...i'm not very good at reverent, but you know what i mean..TRUSTING him...leaning on him, and not ourselves, or other people...because they don't know..."they think they know but they have no idea"...and it's true...similar maybe...but SAME, no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now that's a soapbox if i ever saw one, i will reverently step down now and go take my rightful spot in the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-9174249944702087667?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9174249944702087667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=9174249944702087667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/9174249944702087667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/9174249944702087667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-lean-not-unto-thine-own.html' title='&quot;And lean NOT unto thine own understanding&quot;'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YeCa7AfJ0/Te-WfFFCBVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/vgohsgMn2Ls/s72-c/Trust_in_the_Lord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-812409200308805650</id><published>2011-06-07T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:35:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Island Princesses*</title><content type='html'>My sister got these outfits for nieces, island style dresses, and they are ADORABLE! :) i LOVE them...the dresses too...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWCdSVweipA/Te5hW97ceGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/8i4JQ585HK4/s1600/cute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWCdSVweipA/Te5hW97ceGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/8i4JQ585HK4/s320/cute2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615532832586496098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzlwDbrv1hc/Te5hWr0EUxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MijNQHd5A4E/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzlwDbrv1hc/Te5hWr0EUxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MijNQHd5A4E/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615532827723715346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? just CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-812409200308805650?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/812409200308805650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=812409200308805650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/812409200308805650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/812409200308805650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/island-princesses.html' title='*Island Princesses*'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWCdSVweipA/Te5hW97ceGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/8i4JQ585HK4/s72-c/cute2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1759026660185697422</id><published>2011-06-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:04:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Shred-Little People Style</title><content type='html'>So my sister has been doing the 30 day shred, and i now introduce to you the cutest thing you will see today...my nephew(s) doing the 30 day shred-little people style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X0UqjmuUgQ/Te5Y96zTLFI/AAAAAAAAA68/PljzFkclSnY/s1600/254171_10150270484380600_560790599_9411307_8220418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X0UqjmuUgQ/Te5Y96zTLFI/AAAAAAAAA68/PljzFkclSnY/s320/254171_10150270484380600_560790599_9411307_8220418_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523606157274194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Crunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXDamJ5Khs4/Te5Y9UsYVAI/AAAAAAAAA60/0wZmNvrVhJY/s1600/252934_10150270484530600_560790599_9411310_5907099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXDamJ5Khs4/Te5Y9UsYVAI/AAAAAAAAA60/0wZmNvrVhJY/s320/252934_10150270484530600_560790599_9411310_5907099_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523595927704578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3M3b5uX0M/Te5Y8nywb4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/apV5xRi3AzE/s1600/252490_10150270484445600_560790599_9411308_4853293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3M3b5uX0M/Te5Y8nywb4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/apV5xRi3AzE/s320/252490_10150270484445600_560790599_9411308_4853293_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523583874854786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knee Circles-With his new helper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XzO5YsnRyE/Te5Y8OC9XII/AAAAAAAAA6k/awbM_2oYEv8/s1600/249873_10150270484250600_560790599_9411301_7378296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XzO5YsnRyE/Te5Y8OC9XII/AAAAAAAAA6k/awbM_2oYEv8/s320/249873_10150270484250600_560790599_9411301_7378296_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523576963488898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping jacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26QKhbhsi5A/Te5Y71jnFCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UKXMjnKbbiA/s1600/249573_10150270484325600_560790599_9411303_322483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26QKhbhsi5A/Te5Y71jnFCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UKXMjnKbbiA/s320/249573_10150270484325600_560790599_9411303_322483_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523570389554210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest flies with Pez despensers, incase he get's low on sugar, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Voc8T1uGRDU/Te5ZKaFx-BI/AAAAAAAAA7E/k_7ecyNt3wk/s1600/254824_10150270484620600_560790599_9411311_8245305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Voc8T1uGRDU/Te5ZKaFx-BI/AAAAAAAAA7E/k_7ecyNt3wk/s320/254824_10150270484620600_560790599_9411311_8245305_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615523820714719250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching his brother how to do chest flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, have you ever seen something so cute?! I have the CUTEST nieces and nephews...Gavin is SO special and sweet...there's a special place in my heart for him..these pictures just make me smile...and goes to show, it's important to exercise no matter what age you are! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1759026660185697422?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1759026660185697422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1759026660185697422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1759026660185697422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1759026660185697422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-shred-little-people-style.html' title='30 Day Shred-Little People Style'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X0UqjmuUgQ/Te5Y96zTLFI/AAAAAAAAA68/PljzFkclSnY/s72-c/254171_10150270484380600_560790599_9411307_8220418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4135931228746343777</id><published>2011-06-06T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:58:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a picnic, pasta, and 87</title><content type='html'>This weekend was really fun!  Friday the weather was SO nice, so me and W went and got subway sandwiches and went to the park, it was so much fun, and the weather was SO perfect, not too hot, not too cold...and we just talked, and ate, and played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ifuvrNBVeo/Te0F9HaugpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jx5Hls_0J0o/s1600/100_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ifuvrNBVeo/Te0F9HaugpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jx5Hls_0J0o/s320/100_0521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615150857922183826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Tiff got reservations to go to a dinner theater in Provo, at the Spaghetti factory, it was a lot of fun, good food, the play was pretty entertaining they did an adaptation of the wonderful wizard of oz...very interesting...and pretty humorous, during breaks, they sang songs and one of them was defying gravity from Wicked, it was FABULOUS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyVEd-LoE98/Te0F9cVcwPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ky05VoMB9GI/s1600/100_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyVEd-LoE98/Te0F9cVcwPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ky05VoMB9GI/s320/100_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615150863537193202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i didn't take any pictures cuz it was so blasted hot! i LOVED it, the hottest day so far this year at a beautiful 87 degrees...I was going to bbq, but my propane tank is broken, and so i had to use the griddle, not quite the same..then me, W, and Tiff played Rummy...and i WON! which is AMAZING!  W always wins, he's really good, but this time i beat him, and i liked it! :)  It's supposed to be 82 today and i'm so excited, the sun just brings me so much joy...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4135931228746343777?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4135931228746343777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4135931228746343777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4135931228746343777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4135931228746343777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/picnic-pasta-and-87.html' title='a picnic, pasta, and 87'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ifuvrNBVeo/Te0F9HaugpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jx5Hls_0J0o/s72-c/100_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1369708951496318107</id><published>2011-06-06T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:42:42.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Pacha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqW34PXiVVw/Te0AENbgQnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rUpwgeFfz4M/s1600/100_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqW34PXiVVw/Te0AENbgQnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rUpwgeFfz4M/s320/100_0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144382725374578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Berks and I are pretty much constantly quoting this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! That's for kidnapping me and taking me back to your village! Which I'm still gonna destroy, by the way. Hehehe. No touchy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look-see. Hate your hair. Not likely. Yikes. Yikes. Yikes. And, let me guess, you have a great personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It's called a "cruel irony", like my dependence on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Don't know, don't care. How's that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What? I didn't do anything. I didn't... Somebody's throwin' stuff. You gonna build a fire or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this guy babbling about? He's like the thing that wouldn't shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His groove! The rhythm in which he lives his life. His pattern of behavior. I threw it off. And the Emperor had me thrown out the window. Beware of the Groove...Grooooooove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down? Are ya kidding me? This is hand-carved mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuzco: When will you learn that all my ideas are good ones? &lt;br /&gt;Pacha: Well, that's funny. Because I thought that you going into the jungle by yourself, being chased by jaguars, lying to me to take you back to the palace were all really *bad* ideas. &lt;br /&gt;Kuzco: Oh, yeah. Anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You said when the sun hits this ridge just right, these hills sing. Well, pal, I was dragged all over those hills and I did not hear any singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's doing his own theme music? Big, dumb and tone deaf. I am so glad I was unconscious for all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... that's the freakiest thing I've ever seen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacha: For the last time, it was not a kiss. &lt;br /&gt;Kuzco: Well, whatever you call it, it was disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had done what I ordered you to do in the first place, we all could have been spared your little "kiss of life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually watched it on Saturday, and it still brought me so much joy.  I took a picture of this moment, because there are SO many moments like this at work, just akward....and they just sit and both are like, so...ummm...yeah...and it made me LAUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this blog post does...the other reason i adore this movie so much is because i have a plethera of notes from high school that tayauna and i wrote and passed throught the halls quoting this movie as well...this movie reminds me of her, and instead of making me cry because i miss her, it makes me smile, because we were SO cool! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1369708951496318107?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1369708951496318107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1369708951496318107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1369708951496318107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1369708951496318107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/eh-pacha.html' title='Eh, Pacha?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqW34PXiVVw/Te0AENbgQnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rUpwgeFfz4M/s72-c/100_0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5529241523443740486</id><published>2011-06-01T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:21:09.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Funny</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i have funny conversations and i save them and send them to Berks and we laugh...now i will allow you all to have the same privelege...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svfJ0TsgIo0/Tea7KnEPY_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/adwld2y3oM0/s1600/ha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svfJ0TsgIo0/Tea7KnEPY_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/adwld2y3oM0/s320/ha.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379776523756530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHeFPGnRK78/Tea7KBRNx5I/AAAAAAAAA5M/V0X2mWmtiE4/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHeFPGnRK78/Tea7KBRNx5I/AAAAAAAAA5M/V0X2mWmtiE4/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379766377629586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7FjzGPL7Gw/Tea7J8M3LQI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gEFKxJIJBYE/s1600/wow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7FjzGPL7Gw/Tea7J8M3LQI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gEFKxJIJBYE/s320/wow.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613379765017193730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they  may  not be that funny, but i'm going to start posting them anyways, because I think they are funny, and this is my blog. So deal with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5529241523443740486?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5529241523443740486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5529241523443740486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5529241523443740486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5529241523443740486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/facebook-funny.html' title='Facebook Funny'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svfJ0TsgIo0/Tea7KnEPY_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/adwld2y3oM0/s72-c/ha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5631245527983002470</id><published>2011-05-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:28:23.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found it</title><content type='html'>"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I think I finally found it :) I think...I'M IN LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5631245527983002470?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5631245527983002470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5631245527983002470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5631245527983002470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5631245527983002470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/found-it.html' title='Found it'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-547379902709576760</id><published>2011-05-24T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:18:29.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-547379902709576760?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/547379902709576760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=547379902709576760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/547379902709576760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/547379902709576760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6734649450300426119</id><published>2011-05-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:47:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C7SX0sJoKj8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8XD2PlehGvE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wPKYX0qxsG8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fw5kOzGToec" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2qkHZMS5lW8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6734649450300426119?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6734649450300426119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6734649450300426119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6734649450300426119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6734649450300426119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-favorite-songs.html' title='New Favorite Songs'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7SX0sJoKj8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6489125698070965484</id><published>2011-05-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:13:05.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism, Dancing and Hamburgers</title><content type='html'>On Saturday W and i went to Logan for his sister Windy's baptism.  It was AMAZING!  She came here a couple months ago, and i can just see the glow in her face, i forgot my camera but his auntie took some pictures, so i'll post them later once she sends them to me.  We had so much fun driving up there, the night before i warned him and told him if he fell asleep i'd slap him (which isn't really true, i wouldn't slap him, not phsyically anyways! ;) ) and he was trying SO hard to not fall asleep but alass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrvNgHs7baY/TdqPaFn33zI/AAAAAAAAA4k/THMNpk1OkPU/s1600/IMG-20110521-00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrvNgHs7baY/TdqPaFn33zI/AAAAAAAAA4k/THMNpk1OkPU/s320/IMG-20110521-00003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609953964192161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5l1cfikFEk/TdqPZrsORYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MnSpD4NF0dg/s1600/IMG-20110521-00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5l1cfikFEk/TdqPZrsORYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MnSpD4NF0dg/s320/IMG-20110521-00002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609953957231084930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He succumbed, it was only for like 15 minutes, and then he felt bad, and he was like, "i was scared you would slap me so i was trying to stay awake" it was cute.  i told him i would never slap you...i know how tired he's been...i just didn't want to drive all the way there and back with nobody to talk to...we sang songs, and talked stories, and saw the baptism and came back to salt lake, it was like the fastest trip to logan EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that night we went to a YSA dance, i wasn't really sure how he'd do with it, whether he would hate and want to leave, and then i'd have to hear about for the next 3 months about how awful that was...i've been looking forward to him and i just spending some time together, the last few weeks have been busy, and we've been doing a lot of stuff with the community, and not spending so much time just together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we went and had SO much fun, he keeps telling me how much he had watching me dance and seeing how happy i was, and how he can't for the next one, the last couple days really have just been so wonderful.  We've shared lots of stuff with each other and had very open and kandid conversations, he's going to come home with my in July and is terrified, so we talked about that, and just enjoyed our time spent with each other.  After a sufficient amount of time dancing we decided our stomachs couldn't handle it anymore and went to red robin to grab a bite to eat...that's where i showed one of my talents, just how big my mouth REALLY is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqZ8oiNX5mA/TdqPaosfEaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/a-w7KBPtR8w/s1600/IMG-20110521-00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqZ8oiNX5mA/TdqPaosfEaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/a-w7KBPtR8w/s320/IMG-20110521-00009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609953973606748578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he liked it...see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaO7g5ZsSUw/TdqPa2opJVI/AAAAAAAAA40/L_23O1FJ6F8/s1600/IMG-20110521-00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaO7g5ZsSUw/TdqPa2opJVI/AAAAAAAAA40/L_23O1FJ6F8/s320/IMG-20110521-00017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609953977348728146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may also notice that between the first pictures and last he got a hair cut...i LOVE IT! his hair was starting to drive me crazy, and it almost looked like he had horns the way he did his hair in the morning...he looks MUCH btter now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night Rosemary and her husband Setelo came over for dinner, i had left over hambugers from Tiffany's BBQ B-Day, and willie had bought her some bacon for her birthday so we had bacon cheese burgers, and pasta salad, and chips, and ice cream sundaes....it was lots of fun.  then we went to a marshallese funeral, after which willie and i went back to my house and talked for a little while before he went home...one thing i love about him is his ability to see/feel my worries, he can tell, and knows if something seems off, and he won't leave until we talk about it, and until he feels like the air is "good"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him.  I'm nervous for him to meet my family too...but i just told him, if he just his honest with them, and treats me the way he does, they'll see how happy we are, and they'll see how much he loves me, and if i'm happy then everything will be okay...he's worried his english won't be good enough and they won't understand him so i told him to pray, and fast, and just explain to heavenly father, and he will help him and help them to understand...i'll be praying and fasting myself...this is something i've never done, or never had to really do...bring someone home, especially someone i'm thinking about , and honestly spending forever with....but i love him, how can you not love this face...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CtUtuR-Dsc/TdqVTI1SgzI/AAAAAAAAA48/quL5Y96lxHw/s1600/100_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CtUtuR-Dsc/TdqVTI1SgzI/AAAAAAAAA48/quL5Y96lxHw/s320/100_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609960441864422194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6489125698070965484?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6489125698070965484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6489125698070965484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6489125698070965484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6489125698070965484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/baptism-dancing-and-hamburgers.html' title='Baptism, Dancing and Hamburgers'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrvNgHs7baY/TdqPaFn33zI/AAAAAAAAA4k/THMNpk1OkPU/s72-c/IMG-20110521-00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5510316406280073718</id><published>2011-05-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:56:53.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Art</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Tiff asked me to go with her to Provo to see the "Carl Bloch Exibit" at the BYU museum of Art.  If you know much about me, you know that Provo and i used to be near and dear friends, but that's not so much these days...but i decided to go anyways...(for some reason when ever i go to provo i end up running into people i have spent these years trying to forget, ironic huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was REALLY nice.  It was lots of fun to see all the fancy art, and i didnt realize how much of his art work the church uses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 were a couple of my FAV's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6PhCgKRZHE/TcGEzuryTpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/a9l37cYHh8U/s1600/daughter_of_jairus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6PhCgKRZHE/TcGEzuryTpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/a9l37cYHh8U/s320/daughter_of_jairus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602905435665485458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZue_npj2Zk/TcGEzWLpbYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/TL9-ju8ZP38/s1600/Carl_Bloch_In_Gethsemane_crop_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZue_npj2Zk/TcGEzWLpbYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/TL9-ju8ZP38/s320/Carl_Bloch_In_Gethsemane_crop_525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602905429088234882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry i stole them off the internet, i didn't take any pictures IN the exhibit...it was fun, the last few days have been super busy, and i am SO ready to go home and have an early bedtime...maybe tomorrow...one can only dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it wasn't so bad, provo was alright to me this time, i didn't run into anyone, but he tried to not go to too many places...just Sarah's apartment and the museum, cut down on any akward meetings...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5510316406280073718?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5510316406280073718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5510316406280073718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5510316406280073718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5510316406280073718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-with-art.html' title='The one with Art'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6PhCgKRZHE/TcGEzuryTpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/a9l37cYHh8U/s72-c/daughter_of_jairus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7243646550553268891</id><published>2011-05-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:50:38.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A30QHDeQFcc/TcGC-NJFSOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4c-ocozmWTo/s1600/Hasty-Heart-Hale-Theatre-250x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A30QHDeQFcc/TcGC-NJFSOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4c-ocozmWTo/s320/Hasty-Heart-Hale-Theatre-250x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602903416616863970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Kathy called me because she got free tickets to go to the Hale Center Theater in West Valley, and wanted to know if me and W wanted to go with them.  Kathy is married to W's brother Cassidy.  And Tuesday was Cassidy's birthday so she was kind of planning this for his birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SOOOOO much fun.  Right now they are doing "the hasty heart" and it was really entertaining.  I didn't realize how much i missed going to things like this till Monday.  I had so much fun, and the perfomance was GREAT!  It had all the funny things, and a little drama, and it was just great, all their accents were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to IHOP and got something to eat, which is good, cuz i was STARVING. :)  It was a really fun, entertaining evening, and i really enjoyed spending time with W's family.  It was really nice.  Best FHE. Ever. or at least this month so far. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7243646550553268891?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7243646550553268891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7243646550553268891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7243646550553268891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7243646550553268891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-monday-kathy-called-me-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A30QHDeQFcc/TcGC-NJFSOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4c-ocozmWTo/s72-c/Hasty-Heart-Hale-Theatre-250x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3386533351437516535</id><published>2011-04-29T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:53:14.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we should care...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ge5RgVgUOo/TbrWlIEiK4I/AAAAAAAAA38/oWm3GcrPyqY/s1600/veil_g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ge5RgVgUOo/TbrWlIEiK4I/AAAAAAAAA38/oWm3GcrPyqY/s320/veil_g1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601025019898637186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i'll be the first to admit, that there has been "a little much" of the royal wedding, but i'll also admit that those who think it doesn't matter to americans, is what make people hate americans...It's not always about "ME"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one the royal wedding IS a big deal, for the world, not just England, or America, she is marrying the crowned prince, HELLO! I think it's important for people to be educated, i'll say that i pray and hope that Kate's life doesn't turn into what Diana's did.  I'll say that i hope and pray that they are able to live a happy life and marriage together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch it, but i've seen pictures, and clips, and she was beautiful.  Everyone will now take the opportunity to critize and judge, on her day, that's just sad.  Nobody knows what will happen to governments, these are the last days, and heck if America doesn't shape up, england ain't lookin so bad!  Do they take Canadians? cuz i can be Canadian if i need to...:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also saying i think it's ridiculous that people are talking about why america shouldn't care, and how tired they are of hearing about it, the reason your hearing so much about it, is because you SHOULD care, and because it IS a big deal.  Maybe not directly to you, but aren't we all one race, it's called the human race, so have a little common courtesy for others besides yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Kate and William, Congrats! Love live the Prince and Princess, in love, joy and happiness, and may the tabloids leave them be! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-NOBODY can say Kate wasn't STUNNING!  She looked like a princess, and was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3386533351437516535?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3386533351437516535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3386533351437516535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3386533351437516535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3386533351437516535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-we-should-care.html' title='Why we should care...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ge5RgVgUOo/TbrWlIEiK4I/AAAAAAAAA38/oWm3GcrPyqY/s72-c/veil_g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2579798028442726103</id><published>2011-04-26T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:13:45.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, i've been turned into a cow, can i go home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiCcmWgJNRM/TbdDLdZRNzI/AAAAAAAAA30/PYYARJYru7w/s1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiCcmWgJNRM/TbdDLdZRNzI/AAAAAAAAA30/PYYARJYru7w/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600018525806737202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how this day has felt.  But nobody has excused me yet.  Can i go home NOW? PLEASE?! I'm SO crabby, and cranky today, everything is annoying me, i wonder if people just know the days that your super cranky, and thats when they decided to call and ask stupid questions....really?  And all i WANT to say is, "you know what, i really dont care, that really doesn't concern me." but i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's almost over, but if i'm still a cow when i wake up, i'm going back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2579798028442726103?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2579798028442726103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2579798028442726103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2579798028442726103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2579798028442726103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-ive-been-turned-into-cow-can-i-go.html' title='Um, i&apos;ve been turned into a cow, can i go home?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiCcmWgJNRM/TbdDLdZRNzI/AAAAAAAAA30/PYYARJYru7w/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2515398457651508373</id><published>2011-04-23T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:53:00.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6eYrCH8LBU/TbNkh0cflzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/XqLn276JhdA/s1600/100_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6eYrCH8LBU/TbNkh0cflzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/XqLn276JhdA/s320/100_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598929293928273714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W didn't have to work today...(Yay!!) so we got to go on a day date! and i surprised him by taking him to the zoo!  it was a great day! it wasn't too cold, and it wasn't hot, and there weren't a bagillion people there...it was perfect!  And he was SO excited!  The last time he went to the Zoo was in Australia on his mission...i'm such an awesome girlfriend! :)  It was SO fun, he was SO excited to see all these animals, i think our favorites were the elephants and the Giraffe's, the Giraffe was his favorite, and he got really excited about the tigers...it was just so nice to spend time with him, and not worry about anything or anyone and just be together and laugh, and tell stories and "play" with the animals...of course we had to ride the carousel and the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-hmPLonwjE/TbNkhRej3JI/AAAAAAAAA3g/MG6ViHT8z0o/s1600/100_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-hmPLonwjE/TbNkhRej3JI/AAAAAAAAA3g/MG6ViHT8z0o/s320/100_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598929284541701266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJSKhKoaMFU/TbNkhMaXSUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9SWBtEgCvJg/s1600/100_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJSKhKoaMFU/TbNkhMaXSUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/9SWBtEgCvJg/s320/100_0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598929283181922626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i guess he does! hahahaha, i took this picture and started LAUGHING, and W was like, what?? what's so funny? and i showed him, and he's like DANG IT! i'm a gorilla! it was hilarious...his arm span isn't QUITE that of a gorilla, but now i can REALLY call him my monkey man! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0C9PEzCjsc/TbNkg4f58PI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xRvdmoPynho/s1600/100_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0C9PEzCjsc/TbNkg4f58PI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xRvdmoPynho/s320/100_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598929277836456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30dSMTp1Yrw/TbNkgkSTv7I/AAAAAAAAA3I/x0P6EHmASp4/s1600/100_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtDZ5QAO4OU/TbNiavQYsRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xgPHqxsIyS4/s320/100_0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598926973252972818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoG9-Kp40VY/TbNiaX8G_WI/AAAAAAAAA14/7WFh6_VsDLk/s1600/100_0407%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoG9-Kp40VY/TbNiaX8G_WI/AAAAAAAAA14/7WFh6_VsDLk/s320/100_0407%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598926966993911138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to take pictures together and stuff and taking turns taking them of each other, and this nice lady and her family were by us, and they asked if we wanted them to take our picture (you ALWAYS say yes when this happens, especially at the Zoo!) so she took our picture, and then they started telling us what a cute couple we were, and that we were so cute together, it made me smile...:) i think i'd have to agree...&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2515398457651508373?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2515398457651508373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2515398457651508373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2515398457651508373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2515398457651508373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/zoo.html' title='ZOO!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6eYrCH8LBU/TbNkh0cflzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/XqLn276JhdA/s72-c/100_0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2177187309496791800</id><published>2011-04-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:44:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for BBQ!</title><content type='html'>this is the BEST dinner i've had in SO long!!!!!  Know why, that little word, BBQ...yes...that one...the sun has been out, and my BBQ still works and so far i've used it 3 times! THREE! Three DELICIOUS times!!  Sunday W and i had steak....mmmmmmm.......and now i'm trying to get into shape, so i marinated some chicken breasts and i'll cook them on the grill...so easy...so good...chicken and broccoli tonight...chicken and corn tomorrow....chicken and...whatever thursday...mmm...it's GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought stuff to make some wraps for my lunches as well...i'm really really trying this time...especially now that i have some better "motivation"...i need to run, and walk, and lift, and use my trainings....oh man this is going to be GOOD!  I've set some goals, and place rewards on those goals...so hopefully that will make things go better...but seriously...my dinner tonight, was top notch, and it blew my socks off. mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2177187309496791800?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2177187309496791800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2177187309496791800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2177187309496791800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2177187309496791800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-you-for-bbq.html' title='Thank you for BBQ!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6987964712891443320</id><published>2011-04-19T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:14:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tvNGn-HJ8w/Ta2kmLozGRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LLyykHcLxns/s1600/hdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tvNGn-HJ8w/Ta2kmLozGRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LLyykHcLxns/s320/hdance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597310887757289746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This is Berkley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gf5U8AjccXA/Ta2lhycsgpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/qFjJ_9ZXquc/s1600/Berks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gf5U8AjccXA/Ta2lhycsgpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/qFjJ_9ZXquc/s320/Berks.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597311911787790994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where she sits in relation to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlj4_a4Ax4E/Ta2lseSL11I/AAAAAAAAA1w/yPRZjeT6zec/s1600/IMG-20110419-00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlj4_a4Ax4E/Ta2lseSL11I/AAAAAAAAA1w/yPRZjeT6zec/s320/IMG-20110419-00303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597312095353558866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes she does this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ihsG-WMPCY/Ta2kmV7YOdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1cOrBeNvnxk/s1600/Snoopy_Happy_Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ihsG-WMPCY/Ta2kmV7YOdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1cOrBeNvnxk/s320/Snoopy_Happy_Dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597310890519574994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her "happy dance"...she does it sitting in her chair...when things happen that make her happy, and it makes me laugh and sometimes go like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehEiXkSjx30/Ta2kmxw-t4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kViSy3DaoS8/s1600/crazy-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehEiXkSjx30/Ta2kmxw-t4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kViSy3DaoS8/s320/crazy-dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597310897992152962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes work such a better place to be! :) She makes me laugh and keeps me happy, and gives me lots of good advice, i need to find her a good guy...anyone know anyone?  Hmm...She's funny, and dances...just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Berks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6987964712891443320?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6987964712891443320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6987964712891443320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6987964712891443320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6987964712891443320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tvNGn-HJ8w/Ta2kmLozGRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LLyykHcLxns/s72-c/hdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3483338620500404942</id><published>2011-04-18T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:02:58.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberate the captive</title><content type='html'>In our "devo" this morning as BH calls it, J made a HUGE announcement to all the ladies in our department...as he said, "I have come to liberate the captive"...i dont think he understands the truthfulness of this statement...they ARE captive, and they DO want to be liberated, more than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first got this job, one of the things i had to get used to but never really could are these bad boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z72YL0_D4t8/Tax5IIAC6GI/AAAAAAAAA08/DmMU-_U4nOg/s1600/nylons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z72YL0_D4t8/Tax5IIAC6GI/AAAAAAAAA08/DmMU-_U4nOg/s320/nylons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596981617408272482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See on my FANTASTIC, wonderful, amazing mission i served in the hot, humid islands...where we weren't supposed to wear nylons, for various reasons...so i got used to not wearing them...and now...(cue the drum rolll...)...badababababababababababa....we not longer have to wear nylons!!! LIBERATED!! and these puppies are going to enjoy every second of it...EVERY second of it...no more wasted money on nylons that, "last as long as about a bowl of good buttered popcorn"....no more runs, and clear nailpolish trying salvage them...no more rolling, no more pulling, and twisting...now i just have to shave...which is TOTALLY okay with me...got used to on the mish...thank you mish! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention...LIBERATED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3483338620500404942?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3483338620500404942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3483338620500404942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3483338620500404942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3483338620500404942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/liberate-captive.html' title='Liberate the captive'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z72YL0_D4t8/Tax5IIAC6GI/AAAAAAAAA08/DmMU-_U4nOg/s72-c/nylons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2661935979898560493</id><published>2011-04-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:25:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with Holly and Chelsea's night of fun...and a secret...</title><content type='html'>Holly and I have been trying to spend more time together, now that we don't live together AND don't work together, we hardly see each other...so we set aside friday night for "Us" time.  As I was getting off she quoted the words of a song to me, "Cheers to the freakin weekend, i'll drink to that"...to which i replied, "it's been one of those days, i need something tall, fruity, and with an umbrella."  I'm LDS...i don't drink...and it's a DANG good thing..so we partook of these delightful little drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1MkXcnUtNk/Taxx5e_NkYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dHq9R3rl6ME/s1600/IMG-20110415-00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1MkXcnUtNk/Taxx5e_NkYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dHq9R3rl6ME/s320/IMG-20110415-00299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596973669299360130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Coco Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6LcRqHtbE/Taxx4hw6RLI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yWB_42W8ero/s1600/IMG-20110415-00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6LcRqHtbE/Taxx4hw6RLI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yWB_42W8ero/s320/IMG-20110415-00298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596973652864812210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were delightful, then we went to Fashion Place Mall and walked, and talked, and window shopped, and bought new summer shoes! :)  I found 2 pairs of black flip flops that i LOVE, and i'm so glad because the flip flops i had from my mission have, "dissapeared"...i have my theories, but that's besides the point...i really wanted GOOD flip flops, i'd had those for over 3 years and they NEVER broke once, that's quality right there!  When i make it back to the marshalls that will DEFINITELY be an investment for me!  We got them at Journey's, they were having a sale, and Holly and I defintely made our "shoe guy" work for his pay! to say the least...but he earned it and we both ended up buying 2 pairs of shoes (way to go shoe guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just nice to talk, and update, and plan...Yes i have a secret...and no i'm not telling...until it's official...but believe me, when it's official this blog will blow up with all sorts of exhausting, and boring posts of the events to come....but till then, just know that i'm VERY happy, and that i am looking forward to an exciting future...that could possibly, maybe, might include this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSNdV85eNAk/TaxzXHGmP0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/u5CuPQi_TDw/s1600/temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSNdV85eNAk/TaxzXHGmP0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/u5CuPQi_TDw/s320/temp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596975277795589954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....We'll see what happens in the next few months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2661935979898560493?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2661935979898560493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2661935979898560493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2661935979898560493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2661935979898560493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-with-holly-and-chelseas-night-fun.html' title='the one with Holly and Chelsea&apos;s night of fun...and a secret...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1MkXcnUtNk/Taxx5e_NkYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dHq9R3rl6ME/s72-c/IMG-20110415-00299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7667163014867186768</id><published>2011-04-18T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:12:40.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I get Screwed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHUvrL7vfls/TaxuApZtEQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/d9_Cz7jlPA4/s1600/flat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHUvrL7vfls/TaxuApZtEQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/d9_Cz7jlPA4/s320/flat.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596969394307404034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my weekend started...FLAT...that's right...Me and Holls had a fabulous night (see follow up blog) and we ran into this baby...my flat tire...we were able to get the car to a nearby shop to get some air in it, the next day i found out that i needed NEW tires, and new brakes, and it was quoted at over 300(*that's just for the brakes)...are you KIDDING ME?! and remember how i just bought my new bed?...yeah...(cue the tears and frustration) then i called my FABULOUS, AMAZING, ALWAYS there for me, ALL the time, mother and father...and they SAVED me....AGAIN...they paid for me to get 2 new tires...which i did for under 200...and so i did...they looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66McRdJ18ng/TaxuAV3uv5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/8WHCyyJsovY/s1600/tires.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66McRdJ18ng/TaxuAV3uv5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/8WHCyyJsovY/s320/tires.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596969389064634258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i drove LESS then 2 miles, from the tire place to walmart and then this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzgo0HLv8ZU/TaxuA6wgc6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/f9NzNwrEErE/s1600/Screwed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzgo0HLv8ZU/TaxuA6wgc6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/f9NzNwrEErE/s320/Screwed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596969398966449058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I got screwed.  BRAND spankin new tires...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! so i had to RUN back to the tire place so they could fix it, they told me "wow i'm pretty sure this is a record"...gee...thanks...cuz that's what i was shooting for with all of this...have I ever mentioned how much I loathe money?  Ugh...so now I'm going to be working on getting the money for my brakes...anyone know a good mechanic who knows brakes?  Buller?  Buller?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7667163014867186768?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7667163014867186768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7667163014867186768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7667163014867186768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7667163014867186768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-where-i-get-screwed.html' title='The one where I get Screwed...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHUvrL7vfls/TaxuApZtEQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/d9_Cz7jlPA4/s72-c/flat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8557836109288652794</id><published>2011-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:28:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bed</title><content type='html'>i got a fairly nice reimbursement for my work over conference, so i decided it was time to upgrade my bed, i've been sleeping in a bed i'm pretty sure my 13 year old nephew couldn't sleep in...i actually know for a matter of fact that his bed is larger than mine was...i found a good mattress place and made the investment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now sleeping in a queen!  it's fantastical and wonderful, my sheets are AMAZING, it took me a few nights to get used to how to sleep in it, but last night was amazing, i'm not even sure there are words to describe my sleep last night, all i know is i woke up this morning thinking..."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"....yeah. that's how good it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado...i give you, my bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIGkCaFRKX0/Tae7BjCubDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_9wQL74KHF0/s1600/100_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIGkCaFRKX0/Tae7BjCubDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_9wQL74KHF0/s320/100_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646697292065842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaRot7hH1lQ/Tae7BS_tbXI/AAAAAAAAAys/RoCef4rcNt8/s1600/100_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaRot7hH1lQ/Tae7BS_tbXI/AAAAAAAAAys/RoCef4rcNt8/s320/100_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646692984450418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TZgCzS3lXg/Tae7BFsowMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/abe9wFYwMCQ/s1600/100_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TZgCzS3lXg/Tae7BFsowMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/abe9wFYwMCQ/s320/100_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646689414791362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqa-AkSfYx4/Tae7A7Nb7iI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Evkwk8cJRJI/s1600/100_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqa-AkSfYx4/Tae7A7Nb7iI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Evkwk8cJRJI/s320/100_0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646686599573026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EefVK89OkjQ/Tae7Ak96G4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/FZ61SxmcG2Y/s1600/100_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EefVK89OkjQ/Tae7Ak96G4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/FZ61SxmcG2Y/s320/100_0336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646680628861826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice huh? yes it takes up most of my room, but i dont care...i dont need the floor....and that black thing behind it, thats the mattress from my old bed, just to show you in perspective how small my old bed was....hip, hip horay!  yay for grown up beds...speaking of which...time to get into this fantastic bed of mine and sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8557836109288652794?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8557836109288652794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8557836109288652794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8557836109288652794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8557836109288652794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-bed.html' title='New Bed'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIGkCaFRKX0/Tae7BjCubDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_9wQL74KHF0/s72-c/100_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4817138499031401508</id><published>2011-04-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:19:21.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA....ZY!</title><content type='html'>YUP!  That’s exactly what I’ve been for the last few months, WAY too lazy to even comprehend…I mean I’ve been doing stuff and dealing with stuff, but again I’ve had it up to HERE with my laziness, not only that I’m starting to get headaches because I’m not eating properly, and I’m just not feeling myself.  SO here we go AGAIN…with my new found motivation…eating properly, exercising, and getting to my goal weight! Because HELLO, it’s almost summer! Despite what it looks like outside my window…it’s going to come, I know it will…I’ve decided to try some new exercising stuff, I’ve spent the last 2 hours googling various things, and I’ve written some stuff up, and set myself some goals with pretty nice rewards if I do say so myself, I’m so good to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT seriously, I’ve been so involved in other aspects of my life, starting a new job, a new relationship, it just didn’t stay on the top of my priorities where it should have…luckily I’ve been able to maintain the weight I did loose, but I’m stuck.  In a rut. And it’s a rut I am done with.  Balance…I know it all comes down to that but how do you do it?!?!  How do I not get SO Tired at work that by 5:15 all I want to do is climb in my bed and sleep?  How do I not stress out?  How do I balance time adequately between working out, going to the temple, reading my scriptures, saying my prayers, spending time with “him” and maintaining my friendships, keeping a clean home, doing my laundry, keeping my mom up on the 411 and everything else inbetween?!?! HOW??! Just reading that list I just typed makes me want to turn my computer off and crawl under my blankets….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the apostles and of today and of old have talked about balance, but how do I do it?  there are not enough hours in the day, see and I forgot adding showering to that list, that shows you where it is on my priorities…sad…so so so so sad….SO where do I get the energy to be super woman? And here’s the kicker, I’m not married, I have no children, what if I had those priorities as well??!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I prioritize, and how do I fit the spiritual in with the mortal or what not…I need a schedule…I need someone to tell me, okay you’re going to get up at this time and say your prayers, then your going to take a shower, and spend this amount of time doing it, then your going to eat breakfast and go to work, and then go to the gym, and then read yoru scriptures, and see…when do I go to the temple? When do I have holly night?  And when do I spend time with “Him”? part of the problem being that “he” works early in the morning so “he” wants to be in bed by like 8/9, which is usually when I’m ready to head to be myself (do not look at the time of this post)…because here’s the irony…I get home at 5 and I’m DEAD, I’m so ready for bed but I KNOW if I go to sleep I will NEVER sleep through the night so I tell myself, bed before 9…then at 8:15 I get this second wind, and I’m googling, and I’m facebooking, and I’m blogging, and I’m huluing, I mean it just becomes a mess, before I have to say, your ridiculous! Turn it off, or put it down or stop cleaning, and go to bed….&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is-gym here I come, and the battle between yummy and healthy….because I am determined to fit into size 12 wedding dress, if not smaller! And I’m stubborn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4817138499031401508?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4817138499031401508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4817138499031401508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4817138499031401508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4817138499031401508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazy.html' title='LA....ZY!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6294384335666030897</id><published>2011-04-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:05:15.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence-I think not.</title><content type='html'>Something’s are not coincidence, sometimes they are planned, and prepared and orchestrated by divine intervention…I came to this understanding a few years ago, I use the term “few” lightly…Here’s the reasoning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in the whole wide world moved to Rexburg to go to BYU-Idaho, I moved to Utah to go to the LDS Business College…She met her roommate named Aimee and they became VERY close, and did EVERYTHING together, I think Aimee saved her in a lot of ways from going crazy…I moved next door to Amy who was pretty much my roommate, and she saved me….Especially when Tayauna was killed in a car accident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER in my life would I have EVER planned or imagined that she would be gone so soon in our lives, never.  Never had I imagined that I’d have to deal with losing her, and never had I imagined that Amy would end up being such a huge part of my life after losing my BEST friend…but here comes the divine…okay so him putting them in my lives was divine enough, but this is just uncanny….they have the SAME birthday!  Yeah…SO today is my Tay’s birthday, and it is also my Aim’s Birthday….they are both 26 today, and they both love me and help me, encourage me and look out for me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have Amy watching me on this side and Tay watching on the other side…I am so grateful for their lives, and for the examples and love they give me.  Happy Birthday Tayauna Kathryn and Happy Birthday Amy Lavina Laguf! (she’s going to kill me for putting her middle name but I don’t care cuz she’ll get over it once she gets the little somethin, something I got her for her Birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the people who have come and in and out of my life, some stay, some go, and each play their part, but I know that there are people who’s parts will extend beyond this life.  I’m grateful for the eternal relationships we can make now, and I am so grateful that’s all we have to worry about taking with us.  Having Tayauna on the other side gives me the motivation to live my life in righteousness so that I will be able to see her and be with her again, and having Amy here gives me the examples I need to follow to make that happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the example both of these women have been in my life, and I’m grateful for their births!  Amy’s family taught me a tradition when it’s someone’s birthday you tell one of your favorite memories of that person…but this is an almost impossible task, but one of my fondest and favorite memories of Amy is when I lived with her and Jamie, and when Amy and I would sit on the couch and eat entire cheesecakes…drink Dr. Pepper…and eat Jamies no bake cookies…watching Cameron play endless hours of tetris, watching ever episode of every season of Friends, and ogling over Colin Farrell.  Playing hours and hours of skip bo, and ERS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories of Tay…again I don’t know how I could ever pick one, as now that she’s gone, every moment I had with her I value as most important, and miss…I miss sleeping over at her house, and doing our nails, and make up and hair, and playing with her little sister, I miss going to the lake for hours on end, I miss talking for hours upon hours, I think one of my fondest is when she told me the first time she’d been kissed, she was in Idaho and I was in Utah, and I was in class, she texted me to tell me she was no long VL, and I thought, You can’t TEXT news like this!!! So I left class and called her and she told me the whole story, and I miss moments like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Girls!  I love you more than you could ever possibly understand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_nsW_dlncw/TaR34L6t8yI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XEopsWfm570/s1600/n507298538_956378_9008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_nsW_dlncw/TaR34L6t8yI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XEopsWfm570/s320/n507298538_956378_9008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728444256449314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JK1P75dZEq4/TaR33_DVHCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tWFd9vBj81M/s1600/n507298538_741860_8249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JK1P75dZEq4/TaR33_DVHCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tWFd9vBj81M/s320/n507298538_741860_8249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728440802909218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCuehTrcCvI/TaR3yD3VYEI/AAAAAAAAAx8/q3bs8dAe0IE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCuehTrcCvI/TaR3yD3VYEI/AAAAAAAAAx8/q3bs8dAe0IE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728339015557186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q17HSrA5TDc/TaR3x2UhP-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/nlQEfGv-RxE/s1600/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q17HSrA5TDc/TaR3x2UhP-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/nlQEfGv-RxE/s320/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728335379873762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qT9j5WlvoF8/TaR3xZzamwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/m9r5Yu5VTrw/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qT9j5WlvoF8/TaR3xZzamwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/m9r5Yu5VTrw/s320/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728327724833538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HmOCnR52aA/TaR3xBaOgzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/-XJZfC6yfBM/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HmOCnR52aA/TaR3xBaOgzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/-XJZfC6yfBM/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728321176732466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brRo_CLYzZk/TaR3wwi2RBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qeaXCQZaCDc/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brRo_CLYzZk/TaR3wwi2RBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qeaXCQZaCDc/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728316649489426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6294384335666030897?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6294384335666030897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6294384335666030897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6294384335666030897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6294384335666030897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/coincidence-i-think-not.html' title='Coincidence-I think not.'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_nsW_dlncw/TaR34L6t8yI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XEopsWfm570/s72-c/n507298538_956378_9008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8087610717409844817</id><published>2011-04-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:53:28.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake part dos</title><content type='html'>This weekend was really busy, i stayed up WAAAAAAAAAY past my bedtime too nights...sometimes it's hard being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend W's sister-in-law K asked me to help her make a wedding cake for some Marshallese people who were getting married and having their daughters 1 year kemem (party) in the marshallese culture when your child turns one it means take out a second mortgage, and sell everything you own to have a huge massive party you can't afford and they'll never remember...(can you sense how i feel about this)...anyways...it's fun, free food, dancing, yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I started caking about 8pm friday night, got done around 2:30am, then the next morning i got up because the nice people from the mattress store were deliverying my brand new grown up QUEEN bed! :)  so i had to rearrange my room and take my current bed apart, so my new bed would have a place (look for a post about this in the near distant future), and do some finishing touches on the cakes and get them packed up because K had to work till 3, so she got off and her and C came and picked everything up and we went and set it all up....here's how it looked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4WPdxMiyxE/TaM_JIrUV_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/tAvrjT1sM1Y/s1600/IMG-20110409-00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4WPdxMiyxE/TaM_JIrUV_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/tAvrjT1sM1Y/s320/IMG-20110409-00294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384588304832498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIqsC_Yz828/TaM_CGHfiMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K3FHR_2kpRw/s1600/IMG-20110409-00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIqsC_Yz828/TaM_CGHfiMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K3FHR_2kpRw/s320/IMG-20110409-00293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384467358615746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPHGnEy9N_g/TaM_BXUsf3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/May8xlDlEC4/s1600/IMG-20110409-00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPHGnEy9N_g/TaM_BXUsf3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/May8xlDlEC4/s320/IMG-20110409-00291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384454797524850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3xO02PH7Yw/TaM_A8mDc-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/iJbYca-CJzU/s1600/IMG-20110409-00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3xO02PH7Yw/TaM_A8mDc-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/iJbYca-CJzU/s320/IMG-20110409-00290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384447622575074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPyrJdhcTFQ/TaM_AV_6RbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_Mps9NIQFY4/s1600/IMG-20110409-00289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPyrJdhcTFQ/TaM_AV_6RbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_Mps9NIQFY4/s320/IMG-20110409-00289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384437262042546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4kEroK5pMU/TaM-_7OfQqI/AAAAAAAAAws/Gcx4y32xTrE/s1600/IMG-20110409-00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4kEroK5pMU/TaM-_7OfQqI/AAAAAAAAAws/Gcx4y32xTrE/s320/IMG-20110409-00288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384430075429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby, they couple didn't want fondant, which i was quite alright with, and it was fun to work with someone who knows a thing or 2 about caking also...the worst part was that the party didn't end till 12:30!! so we took it down in record time and grabbed our stuff and were out of there, but still, going to bed at 2am 2nights in a row...really took it out of me...now I'm at work and I feel like I could definitely have a hangover...and now all i cant think about is the Queen bed awaiting me at home...sweet blissful queen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8087610717409844817?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8087610717409844817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8087610717409844817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8087610717409844817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8087610717409844817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/cake-part-dos.html' title='Cake part dos'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4WPdxMiyxE/TaM_JIrUV_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/tAvrjT1sM1Y/s72-c/IMG-20110409-00294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1520728604719663429</id><published>2011-03-18T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:48:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Terms Used by Women</title><content type='html'>this is just funny...and TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FINE/YEP-This is the word women use to end an argument when they KNOW they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FIVE MINUTES-If she is getting dressed, this means half an hour.  Five minutes is only five minutes if you have been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. NOTHING-This is the calm before the storm.  This means something, and you should be on your toes.  Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GO AHEAD-This is a dare, NOT permission.  Don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. LOUD SIGH-This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men.  A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THAT'S OKAY- This is one of the MOST dangerous statements a woman can make to a man.  That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. THANKS- A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faith.  Just say You're Welcome.  (I want to add in a clause here-This is true, unless she says "Thanks a lot"-that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all.  DO NOT say "You're Welcome".  That will bring on a "Whatever").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHATEVER-is a woman's way of saying F-YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I GOT IT- Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but now is doing it herself.  This will later result in a man asking, "what's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are a few more, this was posted somewhere else and i had to share...Because i have to admit, they are TRUE, and I've used them, in the context explained...I'm a woman. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1520728604719663429?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1520728604719663429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1520728604719663429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1520728604719663429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1520728604719663429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/deadly-terms-used-by-women.html' title='Deadly Terms Used by Women'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7879429674855076007</id><published>2011-03-16T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:10:47.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissed by an Apostle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb3DNrQTLD8/TYELLCQnvSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4cR_zIhr8Vw/s1600/jeffrey_holland_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb3DNrQTLD8/TYELLCQnvSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4cR_zIhr8Vw/s320/jeffrey_holland_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584757297129176354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...An Apostle of God kissed me on the cheek! :)  a lot of questions are now rising about said kiss and how it came to pass so pull up a chair, and get comfy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on assignment going over to the CAB to pick up some signed letters, and I have a tradition, I always stop in the CAB cafeteria to say hi to my favorite ladies, J and B who run the cafeteria over there.  So I was standing there telling them the stories of my life, when Elder Holland walked up and asked if they were going to be there for a minute, they said yes and he was off again (i think he's kind of like superman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked some more when he entered in the back way to give them copies of his new book, which was SO sweet!  So he hugged B and kissed her head, and hugged J, and walked over to me put his hands on my face and kissed my cheek.  That's the story.  Kissed by and apostle...pretty sure that means i'm sealed for kingdom or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back and told T and he told me that was like being baptized all over again, i'm clean!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have mentioned this at the beginning of this post, but Elder Holland is my FAVORITE!  He always speaks so close my heart, whatever he's speaking on somehow seems to always make me cry, and always seems to be EXACTLY what i need to hear, i love how straight forward and honest he is, i love how simple he makes living the gospel.  You aren't supposed to have "favorite" apostles, i mean they're APOSTLES you gotta love them all...and i DO...but Elder Holland has this sweet fatherlike quality that just always...ropes me in!  And he kissed me on the cheek! Gosh...I can't help but feel like with the jobs i've had, i'm DESTINED for greatness! or at least to one day end up at the CAB somehow....hahaha...*bites tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story...today is one of the best days ever...One time President Monson Hugged me(when he was in the 1st presidency, but still!) and now Elder Holland kissed me! :) I feel so loved! What fantastic, amazing, wonderful men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7879429674855076007?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7879429674855076007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7879429674855076007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7879429674855076007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7879429674855076007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/kissed-by-apostle.html' title='Kissed by an Apostle'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb3DNrQTLD8/TYELLCQnvSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4cR_zIhr8Vw/s72-c/jeffrey_holland_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7497573942754750989</id><published>2011-03-11T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:49:50.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami's</title><content type='html'>It’s interesting watching people reactions to things like the earthquake in Japan, and the resulting tsunami’s…I have to wonder, how many people ACTUALLY comprehend what a tsunami is, and or does…like a really big wave…it’s SO much more than that.  &lt;br /&gt;Having lived on an island myself, more specifically having lived in the Marshall Islands, and seeing the effects of “high tides” and “high waves” a tsunami, is a very powerful killer.  I was just talking to B about how it all works.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my mission we experiences some waves, as high as 8 feet at one point.  They come in and wash across the island…and the island in return works as a sifter…I know everyone likes to think of the ocean as this beautiful clean thing, but it’s not.  There is SOOOOOO much garbage in the ocean, garbage, cars, tankers, you name it it’s in there, and these tsunami’s create enough energy to actually pick these things up…rocks, whatever and as the waves are crashing down, the land mass works as a strainer, as the water get’s rushed back out and comes back on it’s just creating chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many little islands, and island chains in the Pacific that I wonder how many people understand that it wouldn’t take a very large tsunami to wipe out complete NATIONS of people, and their home countries…Yap, Kosrae, Chuuk, Pohnpei, Palau, Kiribati, Christmas Island, Marshall Islands, and all their outer islands associated.  I know for Majuro, from my own experience, it’s not going to take much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I’ve also come to realize in a very powerful sense how aware Heavenly Father is of his children, and where he has placed them.  Yes the signs of the times are coming, but he still loves his children, he still protects them as much as he can…and those he can’t he welcomes home with loving arms.  We are his children.  I was watching a TV program the other day, and one of the ladies made a comment that said, “there is only one race, and that is the human race”  I’ve thought about how powerful that statement is.  No race is better than the other, we are just one race, the human race, God’s race.  We are all his children, and he is aware of us, and where we are…but it is the signs of the time, and as these things become more and more real, I feel at least for myself I’m going to have to keep remembering this…Remembering that although he may not be able to save us all, from whatever disasters, he will NOT leave us alone.  I feel very strongly that those people in Japan were not alone…there are SO many people on the other side who can assist and be there for those who are called home to their loving Father.  “O be not afraid, doubt not, fear not, only believe”….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://susuangels.com/library/BenotafraidbyOlsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 450px;" src="http://susuangels.com/library/BenotafraidbyOlsen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful and humbled I am to have the knowledge I do of a loving, kind Father, the father of us all, who loves us individually, knows us individually, is aware of each of us, and where we are.  He knows.  He never leaves us alone, ever.  But I have also come to understand that sometimes, and in some situations it’s not for some to make it, it’s not for some to live, they’re needed, and loved for the other side.  I came to that realization a few years ago after Tayauna was killed in a car accident…then a couple months later the tsunami in Thailand happened, and I just had to believe that he needed her, to be there for them.  God’s ways a perfect and he plans and prepares for everything, I don’t believe that these things happen randomly and for no reason.  But we need to be prepared, and mostly spiritually…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I continue to pray for those how have been, who are, and who will be affected by these things.  I just pray that god will find a way to let his children know that they are not alone, and that he loves each of them, and knows each of them individually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7497573942754750989?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7497573942754750989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7497573942754750989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7497573942754750989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7497573942754750989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunamis.html' title='Tsunami&apos;s'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3908683699493215166</id><published>2011-03-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:09:55.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>They've decided it's about time that I had my New Hire Orientation, which is funny because this is my 3rd month working here…I guess they suppose its better late than never…Yesterday I had my manager meeting with B.  B and I have known each other for a while now, he’s over interpreting so it was like…”what can I tell you that you don’t already know on account that your one of us..” kind of deals…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking, and we started discussing the phone calls we get…being at the front desk B.H. and I get a lot of WEIRD phone calls…my FAVORITES are when they call and tell you their life story, except for the part when they tell you what they actually want….that goes something like this…”my uncle died, and he’s from Argentina, so most of the people at the funeral will be speaking Spanish, I served a Spanish speaking mission so I can interpret for them.”…me-“okay-And?” “well you know how in meetings sometimes they have like the headphones and you can translate for people so they’ll understand, etc..”…me-Yes…and?....seriously…this was a real phone call…then I just said, “Ok so what is it that your looking for or want?”  OH! Where can I find the equipment to translate….OH BROTHER!...transfer him and done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another good one from yesterday one of our interpreters was looking for B or S, and B was in a meeting, and S hadn’t come in for the day yet, so I said, “B is in a meeting and S isn’t in for the day, would you like their voicemail?”  “well can’t you just forward me to S…?” well yes I can, but he’s not IN YET FOR THE DAY!...”well can you tell about _______________(an event for interpretation that I have NOOOOOO idea bout)  “I’m sorry I don’t know anything about that, it’s not my division, but S will know as soon as he GET’S IN FOR THE DAY…”  “Okay well can’t you…” no…im sorry, S isn’t in for the day, I can transfer you to his voicemail, B CAN’T talk to you because he’s in a meeting, “but he’s there” YES, he’s here, BUT HE CAN’T TALK TO YOU HE’S IN A MEETING…seriously people?!  Yeah…that really happened&lt;br /&gt;The other favorites are the ones who refuse voicemail but call every 5 minutes…SERIOUSLY?!? CHOOSE VOICEMAIL…for the love, like I have NOTHING better to do then answer the phone EVERY time you call EVERY 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love it when T see’s a number and tells me not to put it through, kind of empowering I think....like hahaha…too bad for you sucka…&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite is when they think your stupid, when in reality, their the dumb ones…we had an editor call while T was on assignment and they wanted to know how many languages the D&amp;C was translated into..well that’s not information I’m privileged to, and he couldn’t believe it, I said, “im sorry our scripture manager is out of the country on assignment, so I don’t know that information…”  “what?! Why don’t YOU have that information?! Don’t you have a table or something?!....well…I’m sure he does, but I do not, that’s not information that is necessary for me to keep…you know what…let me transfer you…THANK YOU CURRICULUM! Hahaha… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways B told me to start writing all these phone calls down, so that’s precisely what I’m going to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3908683699493215166?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3908683699493215166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3908683699493215166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3908683699493215166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3908683699493215166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/phone-calls.html' title='Phone Calls'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-737003529882389397</id><published>2011-03-09T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:28:23.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the Bus</title><content type='html'>I decided that with the INSANE rise in gas prices, and chances are it’s not going to be getting any better that I’d ride the bus to work.  This is “ride the bus to work day #2”…and ya know…It’s not NEARLY as bad as I thought it would be…Although because I’m usually the one driving, I forget that I can’t read in moving vehicles or it makes me sick, but I remembered quickly on the ride home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting…I never thought I’d be one of those rides the bus kind of people, and maybe I’m not really at heart, but I have to say, nobody’s tried to kill me, or cut me off or flipped me off, or decided the needed to break in front of me RIGHT NOW!...it’s kind of nice, stress free…I get off a couple blocks from work and walk in, so I have a few minutes to be outside instead of just running from the conference center…people say good morning to me as we walk by each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out which bus stops to get off at, and on when I leave work…when I’m going home and getting on from home it’s easy, it’s the stop RIGHT outside my house…but coming into downtown there’s SO many stops and so many places….I’ve decided it’s best to just get off a couple blocks away walk it…I’m interested to see if it will save me any money…I figure I’ll gas up, then park  my car and use it for my “recreational” activities, I’m sure there will still be times I drive in, it’ll be also interesting to see how far a tank of gas will get me this way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..so far so good, it’s kind of funny because my dad has recently decided to start taking the bus too…I bet our bus experiences are very different…:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-737003529882389397?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/737003529882389397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=737003529882389397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/737003529882389397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/737003529882389397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/riding-bus.html' title='Riding the Bus'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2271563271908047109</id><published>2011-03-07T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:19:52.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Snow</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to say that I'm done with this relationship...I must admit, that i may have been prematurely excited for you, when you started to make your appearance in October i was so excited for smoke smell, and colored leaves, and halloween...but you've been here for a while...and this is just not working for me anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold. ALL the time.  People don't know how to drive in you, and my life has been threatened more than once.  It is now March.  MARCH.  And soon it will be APRIL.  And i'm TIRED, so very tired of being Cold, ALL the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are always cold, and i can't wear short sleeves, or shorts, or even capri's, heck i can't even wear ankle pants...because i have to have socks that cover everything or i'll die of hypothermia.  Are you getting the picture?  Don't get me wrong, your very nice to look at.  But mostly during the months leading up to Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over.  So is Valentines, and Soon so will St. Patricks day, and than Easter, will you still be here?  Because seriously....i dont know how much more i can take...i think your fun to play in-but unfortunately i'm a grown up now, or at least i'm pretending to be one, and i have to work, which means i dont get to sled in you, or make you into a man, or make angels in you...it means your icky, and wet, and everywhere...i have to scrape you off my car at the WEE hours of the morning, i have to dodge you when you fall from street signs, and street lamps...your pretty...i'll give you that, if you only you didn't come with such COLD climates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I used to live on an island where the temperature never dropped below 75?  Remember how 70 is cold to me?  so you can imagine how comfortable i feel at 28.  I'll stick you out...but just know, that right now, you disgust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2271563271908047109?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2271563271908047109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2271563271908047109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2271563271908047109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2271563271908047109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/dearest-snow.html' title='Dearest Snow'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5045168768262186154</id><published>2011-03-06T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:52:59.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Basketball...</title><content type='html'>Why are guys so dumb? I mean really....how is that they can make plans with you-"hey let's go to a movie" okay, so you go to  their house then it becomes-"let's sit here and watch the NBA, then all the movies will be over and we'll have nothing to do" oh ya! Please let's do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even the worst of it-THEN they wanna know hats wrong with you!!! Are you KIDDING me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong if YOU want to watch nba-thats fine, but don't require me to. Don't ask me to do something with you, then waste my time. I might as well be at home and in bed! And in fact that's undoubtedly where I'd rather be right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then have me sit while you call all your buddies and talk about "what a sweet game" ew. Gag me. Maybe the TV will put out for you cuz that's about all the chance you have of getting any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what's wrong-theres a girl, a pretty girl, and your watching a tv. You haven't held her hand, hugged her, asked her how her day was, asked how work was, you've hardly even acknowledged her presence. THAT is what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is sitting on the couch, and you can't take your eyes off the TV....don't ask me to come over if your just going to ignore me.  I'd rather be at home, in my bed in my sexy pants, watching some cheesy romantic comedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and their NBA...I guess its only fair-they haven't seen me during college football yet....oh my how the tables will turn.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing women are SO forgiving...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5045168768262186154?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5045168768262186154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5045168768262186154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5045168768262186154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5045168768262186154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/boys-and-basketball.html' title='Boys and Basketball...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3527558460186334631</id><published>2011-03-04T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:59:11.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't there an App for this?</title><content type='html'>We have a process for re-imbursement in my department...after a trip the employee has to fill out the form, and then tape, all their receipts to an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper…When you just got to another state it’s not that big of a deal, but when you go out of the country, or are gone for any amount of time those receipts can pile up, which makes the process mundane…which is not something T like’s very much…things that are mundane are pretty much a waste of time to T.  SO…T came back from a trip, and was in his office debating about this and finally he yells to me, “you know, with the way technology is these days, I’m surprised we even have tape still! And really…this would be a lot easier if there was an App for this, there’s not App for this is there?”  No T…there is not an App for taping your trip receipts to a piece of paper…YET…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn’t that make you think?  How LAZY are we?!  There’s App’s for EVERYTHING! When I was home over Christmas my friend A was telling me that he his friends kept trying to tell him he needed to buy an Itouch, and he was debating back and forth and one evening we were talking about it and finally he said, “I am a MAN, I buy Ammo, not Apps!” and that was it…although I didn’t dare tell him there were probably apps that had shooting helps, and GPS and all those things…I kind of like that he’s not totally into all the technology, he’s happy with his farm, and his cows, and his guns…and I’m okay with that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s App’s can’t do, and sometimes that’s okay…App’s can’t give us the spirit, they can’t serve others…there’s something’s you have to be present for, something’s you have to DO yourself…I’ve seen those “End of World” movies where zombies come alive and take over the world, or Aliens…that’s not how it’s gonna happen, it will involve hacking, and technology, like Eagle eye…movies like THAT scare me…cuz one day that could be true!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day someone could hack into all kinds of stuff and mess with all kinds of things and then we’ll be in a real pickle won’t we?  What if we can’t drive, what if we can’t get money, what if we can’t use our cell phones? What then?....*shutters*…&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have an app for that…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3527558460186334631?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3527558460186334631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3527558460186334631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3527558460186334631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3527558460186334631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/isnt-there-app-for-this.html' title='Isn&apos;t there an App for this?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1323041004666579685</id><published>2011-03-04T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:14:44.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How NOT to Win Friends and Influence People…</title><content type='html'>My friend L just recently ordered something online and has been having a bit of a dispute with the company, she needed to have it shipped to her shipping address but they sent it to her billing address…this was her response..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Steve, here's your problem. If I had switched the billing address and shipping address, then the transaction would not have gone through because the address would not have match my credit card account information. I called my bank and they confirmed this to me. First rule in good business, the customer is always right. A simple apology and some form of compensation for messing up would have solved the problem. You blew it. I'm even more upset about your accusation and will now tell even more people how unprofessional you are in your business dealings. Unless you plan to fix this negligence on your part, there is no reason for you to continue any contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her…and she's right.  After going into school for business...that's just the fact of the matter...i hate when people are rude to me and don't let me explain something...it's so RUDE! Ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other story-My boss T was in a foreign country where drug trafficking is taken very seriously-the specific country he was in, it’s actually the death penalty.  One of our ATM’s thought it’d be funny to make a joke wondering if they had found “his marijuana stash” while they were hand searching my Bosses bag…You can imagine how that went…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU1pq6GZ8ps/THpW96KWzgI/AAAAAAAADNg/kRolpygqD4U/s1600/drugs-dangers-malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU1pq6GZ8ps/THpW96KWzgI/AAAAAAAADNg/kRolpygqD4U/s1600/drugs-dangers-malaysia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my boss used a lot of words the ATM doesn't know...and I don't mean four-letter words, my boss is very inteligent, he could rip our ATM apart in probably like 4 languages...without swearing once...although i'm sure he would've liked to...can you even imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily some other woman started talking loud and distracted the person checking his bag so they didn’t hear him…but if they had…I don’t know what would have happened…but you have to wonder…this guy is native to the country, what the HECK are you thinking?!?!  Definitely not the way to win friends, he didn’t make a very good impression on my boss at all, and I’m pretty sure if T had anything to do with it, we’d be finding a new ATM right now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1323041004666579685?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1323041004666579685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1323041004666579685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1323041004666579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1323041004666579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-win-friends-and-influence-people.html' title='How NOT to Win Friends and Influence People…'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU1pq6GZ8ps/THpW96KWzgI/AAAAAAAADNg/kRolpygqD4U/s72-c/drugs-dangers-malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1586352693618900724</id><published>2011-03-04T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:56:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving My New Job-Incase You Were Wondering...</title><content type='html'>I seriously work with the coolest people on the planet.  Mostly my direct Boss-T, he has to be one of the smartest people on the planet.  Although it’s hard because I think a lot of the people I work with are SO smart!  They know SO much, and they are SO detail oriented…it’s insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point of this particular post is T.  Why you may ask? Because he says the FUNNIEST things…and the way he says them makes them that much better.  T is pretty much high on life, his “walk” would be most people’s “jog”  So when he goes you better get your butt moving, I think I’ve lost like 5 lbs since I started this job just trying to keep up with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO T is a biker, everyday he bikes to and from work, in the full fledge bike gear…so when he changes he stick’s a sign on his door that says “flow time” and I always tell B, “OH, it’s flow time” and we laugh.  A couple weeks ago he was in there and J, our Director wanted to speak with him, so he yells out of his office and B and I and says, “When T finishes putting on his stretchy pants I need to speak with him”…WHAT?! So I called T and said “umm when you’re finished with your stretchy pants J would like to speak with you” apparently J always makes fun of him and his stretchy pants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gmcbike.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rinding-road-bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://gmcbike.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rinding-road-bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday T was in a meeting and left his door open, so I can hear the whole meeting, and he wasn’t agreeing with some of the people in the meeting, and one of the people said, “well that’s just a philosophical point of view, and T get’s all excited and says, “it is NOT the philosophical view point, MINE IS THE ULTIMATE REALITY!” I was like WHAT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time before he went on assignment he kept having flight issues leaving, so he came back to the office after not getting on another flight, and when asked, “how are you doing?” he said, well “Aside from suffering from the black depression, I’m doing just fine”…AND one time he used the phrase, “Easier then pushing chicks into the water”….these are the people I work with…SO cool…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prentice.org/ourpages/auto/2006/8/17/1155854407658/baby_chickens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.prentice.org/ourpages/auto/2006/8/17/1155854407658/baby_chickens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously LOVE my job.  T had me some stuff for him yesterday  because it was his first day back after being gone for 2 weeks, and so I was working on it and finished, and he just always says “Your doing a great job, gosh we’re so glad to have you, My your catching on fast, etc..”…and I’m like excuse me? You APPRECIATE me?! That’s SO foreign from my last job…I feel like I’m finally doing something I LOVE, and working with people who are so FANTASTIC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the men in my department are bishops, stake presidents, high council members, former mission presidents…and especially the supervisors I work with are so smart, they study the scriptures ALL the time in order to be able to help other languages and things translate, I am constantly studying the temple ordinances as I help with the temple translations, and the people I work with there KNOW the ordinances, forwards backwards, sideways, it’s CRAZY…but SO, SO, SO, SO cool…I may have one of the best jobs in the Church…and I’m okay with that…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1586352693618900724?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1586352693618900724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1586352693618900724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1586352693618900724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1586352693618900724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/loving-my-new-job-incase-you-were.html' title='Loving My New Job-Incase You Were Wondering...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8196500194738553119</id><published>2011-03-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:35:21.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something went very wrong...</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to try a new recipe...Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins...This is what the picture looked like with the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vB1fc3b_Hk/TXED3xDwZnI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HeaTDloUUTY/s1600/51925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vB1fc3b_Hk/TXED3xDwZnI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HeaTDloUUTY/s320/51925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580245669885535858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what mine looked like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZQBS-QF7A/TXEEd7HGtRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kWzARBDT7gg/s1600/IMG-20110304-00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZQBS-QF7A/TXEEd7HGtRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kWzARBDT7gg/s320/IMG-20110304-00144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580246325418964242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jCJQAhjNZI/TXEEd2SyXOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/bqo7iadiZVM/s1600/IMG-20110303-00141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jCJQAhjNZI/TXEEd2SyXOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/bqo7iadiZVM/s320/IMG-20110303-00141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580246324125785314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple theories as to what the problem may have been…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I accidently put 4.5 tablespoons of brown sugar into the “crumble” mix…it was supposed to be 4.5 tablespoons of flour, but I had already mixed so I figured, what the hay…&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I made the cream cheese TOO smooth…and maybe I put too much vanilla in the mixture…?&lt;br /&gt;3. I ran out of sugar so I used half sugar, half sweetener…I was improvising okay?!&lt;br /&gt;4. Baking is not my thing...sometimes it is, but usually I cook better FOOD, real food, like meals, and dinners, and salads and things of that nature, baking…yeah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did know how to make a well, which I was proud of myself for, and I know how to “Cut the butter into the mixture”…so hey…that’s more than some people…&lt;br /&gt;So don’t judge me, I know I didn’t follow the recipe EXACTLY and now that I’ve googled pictures of other peoples pumpkin cream cheese muffins, mine aren’t looking so bad, plus the taste DELISH! SO…Perfection isn’t necessary to get the taste! Take THAT new recipe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlRPjm1lyMQ/TXEGfT2rPBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/byis4i0CgxU/s1600/37831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlRPjm1lyMQ/TXEGfT2rPBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/byis4i0CgxU/s320/37831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580248548264066066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH4zQLKhn9k/TXEGfQ8lF_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/H5dP73RWDh8/s1600/14646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH4zQLKhn9k/TXEGfQ8lF_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/H5dP73RWDh8/s320/14646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580248547483523058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t help that I was totally distracted talking to too many people at the same time, and trying to be superwoman…although I did do all the dishes while the muffins were in the oven, did all my laundry, folded it, put it away, talked to Lacey, talked to Karinawa, took care of some other things and was in bed by 10…okay maybe 10:30…OKAY FINE…10:45…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8196500194738553119?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8196500194738553119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8196500194738553119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8196500194738553119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8196500194738553119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-went-very-wrong.html' title='Something went very wrong...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vB1fc3b_Hk/TXED3xDwZnI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HeaTDloUUTY/s72-c/51925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-7588284257347298270</id><published>2011-03-02T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:06:21.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Rice, Cookies, and Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AfngPVl86Y/TW50DkHeZOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SUKR6ilHLUE/s1600/cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AfngPVl86Y/TW50DkHeZOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SUKR6ilHLUE/s320/cathy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579524592942081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the distinct honor in going to Cathy and Jason’s house-unfortunately Jason was out of town but I wasn’t really there to see him anyways ;) &lt;br /&gt;I had SUCH a blast!  It was SOOOOOO good to re-connect with my dear friend Cathy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there thinking about all the years that have passed since I’ve known her I couldn’t help but think how blessed I have been to have had such wonderful roommates in my college years…and how they’ve all managed to stay a part of my crazy life!  Jamie and Cameron have 2 kids, Amy has 1, and Cathy and Jason have FOUR! And then me…so it made me ponder a little on my life and where I’m at, and it’s interesting to me how we all started at one place and have gone down such different roads, yet, they’re still SO important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojst2JcxfxQ/TW50D7SgkRI/AAAAAAAAAuc/BTchzhbOHzA/s320/caleb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579524599162376466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy and Jason’s kids are FANTASTIC!  Caleb is SUCH a boy, and SUCH a brother…I kind of feel for the kid, he has a whole lot of estrogen running through that house, luckily is Dad is such a man’s man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyVUfUNN2fc/TW50DwlPG3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/2zF0JXHyFaM/s1600/Brianna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyVUfUNN2fc/TW50DwlPG3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/2zF0JXHyFaM/s320/Brianna.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579524596288134002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna LOVES to help, with anything, and everything!  Sometimes she does need a little coaxing, but who doesn’t?  She loves to take care of things-keep in mind I was only there for a couple hours but these are the impressions I got…she loves to take care of her siblings, she likes people to be happy…and she’s SO smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hqci8KCTPo/TW50EIL9tAI/AAAAAAAAAus/PRksactowM8/s1600/anna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hqci8KCTPo/TW50EIL9tAI/AAAAAAAAAus/PRksactowM8/s320/anna.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579524602624586754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle-Oh my! :) What a sweetheart!  Last night Cathy had given the kids some cookie dough, and Annabelle wanted more, so she was trying to get a spoon and Cathy told her no, she started crying and I said Annabelle, do you need me to hold you?! She came over and got up in my lap and cuddled me.  BEST feeling EVER!  She is such a doll, but as Cathy has come to realize, she’s SO much like Cathy, I can’t believe how much Annabelle and Brianna look alike, when Brianna was Annabelle’s age, it’s uncanny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course sweet little Rosalie…What can you say about the world’s quitest baby…lol…I just held her…and held her some here, than Cathy held her, she just slept…and slept….unfortunately I wasn’t so good at the picture taking stuff, which clearly I should’ve done, but I have a couple pictures and maybe I’ll steal some from Cathy-But it was SOOO good.  SO good to be with Cathy, and talk to her, and get her advice, to play with kids, to be around a family…Did I mention dinner was SOOOO yummy, Cathy made Taco rice, with is pretty much like Hawaiian Haystacks, but with Taco stuff, GENIUS I tell you, GENIUS…:) needless to say I sufficiently stuffed my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhipg5J9TUo/TW5zZFb4sLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/DPjFWcwbn1U/s1600/IMG-20110301-00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhipg5J9TUo/TW5zZFb4sLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/DPjFWcwbn1U/s320/IMG-20110301-00134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579523863151685810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-MIKfVgZM/TW51NRiU1EI/AAAAAAAAAu0/g_R9t_oMAww/s1600/IMG-20110301-00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-MIKfVgZM/TW51NRiU1EI/AAAAAAAAAu0/g_R9t_oMAww/s320/IMG-20110301-00132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579525859264746562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SO much Cathy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-7588284257347298270?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7588284257347298270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=7588284257347298270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7588284257347298270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/7588284257347298270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/cathy-and-jasons-kids-are-fantastic.html' title='Taco Rice, Cookies, and Kids'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AfngPVl86Y/TW50DkHeZOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SUKR6ilHLUE/s72-c/cathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4202663504109834202</id><published>2011-02-28T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:35:56.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#11/12</title><content type='html'>SO on account that i'm trying to be all positive i'm deciding to cut #11 which would be "a photo that makes you sad/angry"...ew...and going to 12-Something you are OCD about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecontaminated.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/dirty-flat/dirty-kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 345px;" src="http://thecontaminated.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/dirty-flat/dirty-kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendir.com/archives/team-7-kitchen-k-7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.trendir.com/archives/team-7-kitchen-k-7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cook in a dirty kitchen...THAT I am OCD about.  I'm also OCD about my sheets-Thanks Aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200414829-001.jpg?v=1&amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;k=2&amp;d=5047FA587DE1CADE019972E3E3C4C8135B3737ECFDF6532569F88190BD583C22B5AF9B7D601FECA8"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 506px;" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200414829-001.jpg?v=1&amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;k=2&amp;d=5047FA587DE1CADE019972E3E3C4C8135B3737ECFDF6532569F88190BD583C22B5AF9B7D601FECA8" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have other things, like the way my cards face in my wallet, I can't leave my desk messy at night...having dirty glasses...and many more-but they didn't ask for ALL the things your OCD about...THANK GOODNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4202663504109834202?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4202663504109834202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4202663504109834202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4202663504109834202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4202663504109834202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/1112.html' title='#11/12'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-9077721068858298383</id><published>2011-02-28T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:24:12.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accentuate the Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbhcXi8D3Y/TWvaGpWSSDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2d-AS33SIbI/s1600/storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbhcXi8D3Y/TWvaGpWSSDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2d-AS33SIbI/s320/storm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578792371141888050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in church yesterday this cute girl gave a talk, and in the talk she used this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I come to you tonight with a plea that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that as we go through life we try to 'accentuate the positive.' I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we still our voices of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment virtue and effort. Now I am not asking that all criticism be silenced. Growth comes of correction. Strength comes of repentance. Wise is the man or woman who can acknowledge mistakes pointed out by others and change his or her course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I am suggesting is that you turn from the negativism that so permeates our modern society and look for the remarkable good among those with whom you associate, that we speak of one another's virtues more than we speak of one another's faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears. When I was a young man and was prone to speak critically, my wise father would say: 'Cynics do not contribute. Skeptics do not create. Doubters do not achieve.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like WOAH! could you be speaking to ME?!  I'd never heard this quote before, I dont' know that I heard this talk...but this quote was like a serious light bulb moment for me...like...stop making my life harder than it is...stop trying to make ridiculous fights...just be happy, the storms of life are out there, they're there...the last thing we need to be doing is searching them out, or even worse, creating them, or creating more!  And furthermore...yes i just used furthermore...Why can't we be nice?  Why do we always have to criticize and judge?  I know i'm guilty, which is why i'm writing this blog as a form of penence or repentance or something along those lines...wouldn't life be so much more happier and better, if we were kind, and spoke nicely of each other?  Wouldn't it just be nice if we could all get along?! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new month, and there's a whole plethera of new goals i have in mind for this month, not judging, being open, going to the gym, and just not listening to the negative around me.  It's so easy to get sucked in and become negative nancy, i refuse to conform to that...sometimes i think i just can't let myself be happy, i'm always waiting for the next trial, the next bad thing to come along...that's no way to live! they're gonna come, that's part of life, but i don't have to sit and wait for them, or make them come faster!  I have this quote on my bookshelf, it says, "life isnt about watching the storms pass, it's learning to dance in the rain"...or something like that...but seriously, it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple months I have been learning SO much...mostly about myself...which is something i absolutely have appreciated...it's been hard to come to some realizations of myself, but at the sametime...i'm glad i can see them now...and hopefully change for the better.  Life is too short, to live SO negatively...Flutes, and Flowers...that's a good motto right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-9077721068858298383?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9077721068858298383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=9077721068858298383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/9077721068858298383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/9077721068858298383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/accentuate-positive.html' title='Accentuate the Positive'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbhcXi8D3Y/TWvaGpWSSDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2d-AS33SIbI/s72-c/storm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-2394253939284686853</id><published>2011-02-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:54:27.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 A Photo that makes you Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4HX3lD8Uts/TWU7vHFz5YI/AAAAAAAAAtw/548l6Bp8YpE/s1600/kimijil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4HX3lD8Uts/TWU7vHFz5YI/AAAAAAAAAtw/548l6Bp8YpE/s320/kimijil.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576929394111538562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oxs8oCtiq4/TWU6_6EZNOI/AAAAAAAAAto/gcbMF252GP8/s1600/linno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oxs8oCtiq4/TWU6_6EZNOI/AAAAAAAAAto/gcbMF252GP8/s320/linno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576928583162082530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pU0Smili1I/TWU6_6kl2qI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TiO0dnYI4Nw/s1600/hirobo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pU0Smili1I/TWU6_6kl2qI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TiO0dnYI4Nw/s320/hirobo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576928583297129122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97OIQGOTQj0/TWU6_jSixbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Xya7_eXve_c/s1600/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97OIQGOTQj0/TWU6_jSixbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Xya7_eXve_c/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576928577047414194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2394253939284686853?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2394253939284686853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2394253939284686853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2394253939284686853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2394253939284686853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='#10 A Photo that makes you Happy'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4HX3lD8Uts/TWU7vHFz5YI/AAAAAAAAAtw/548l6Bp8YpE/s72-c/kimijil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3909491440074131513</id><published>2011-02-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:42:09.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 Dream House</title><content type='html'>Something On or near water, preferably a lake, with the ocean not too far away, which means a coast of some kind...Large enough for my family but not too large that all i do is clean it...And all that really matters is the kitchen, I have to have a nice kitchen...I love to cook, cooking is fun for me, but i dont love cooking in an old kitchen, i need to have nice stuff that makes the cooking just a little easier, i need to it to be larger, large enough for me to teach others to cook something....Maybe if it's not on a lake, maybe a pool...i want my house to be fun, i want my kids to be able to bring their friends over, and have fun, play games, have a BBQ...I want it to be a house that can entertain family and friends...So mostly the pictures are in my head...i want a nice bath tub, i really nice one...maybe then i'd be a bath person...if it was specifically a tub for bathing, and not one of those shower tub combos, a giant tub...yes...:)  One day....One day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3909491440074131513?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3909491440074131513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3909491440074131513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3909491440074131513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3909491440074131513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/9-dream-house.html' title='#9 Dream House'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-1425040699012659553</id><published>2011-02-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:36:38.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is healing and beautiful and sort of poetic, it's not. It's just garbage and it's pain, you know what's better? Love. The day you start thinking love is over rated is the day that your wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief, is not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manif...est the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence autommatically iberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beauty and clarity that comes from simplicity that we sometimes do not appreciate in our thirst for intricate solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To strengthen our relationship with God, we need some meaningful time alone with Him. Quietly focusing on daily personal prayer and scripture study, always aiming to be worthy of a current temple recommend—these will be some wise investments of our time and efforts to draw closer to our Heavenly Father. Let us heed the invitation in Psalms: “Be still, and know that I am God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If life and its rushed pace and many stresses have made it difficult for you to feel like rejoicing, then perhaps now is a good time to refocus on what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength comes not from frantic activity but from being settled on a firm foundation of truth and light. It comes from placing our attention and efforts on the basics of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. It comes from paying attention to the divine things that matter most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, faith is a choice, and it must be sought after and developed. Thus, we are responsible for our own faith. We are also responsible for our lack of faith. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the conflicts and challenges we face in today’s world, I wish to suggest a single choice—a choice of peace and protection and a choice that is appropriate for all. That choice is faith. Be aware that faith is not a free gift given without thought, desire, or effort. It does not come as the dew falls from heaven. The Savior said, “Come unto me” (Matthew 11:28) and “Knock, and it shall be [given] you” (Matthew 7:7). These are action verbs—come, knock. They are choices. So I say, choose faith. Choose faith over doubt, choose faith over fear, choose faith over the unknown and the unseen, and choose faith over pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few-I LOVE quotes, and I especially love good ones! :)  These are just a few of my current ones...I mostly love quotes from apostles and prophets...:) and the scriptures, but there are others ones that are good too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-1425040699012659553?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1425040699012659553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=1425040699012659553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1425040699012659553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/1425040699012659553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-favorite-quote.html' title='#8 Favorite Quote'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5456983521217561350</id><published>2011-02-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:29:54.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 – a picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</title><content type='html'>The Closest with, and the Longest with can be 2 different areas...so here's some pictures of people i've known the Longest, and who i've been the closest with...see if you know who's whom....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdt6QY6fu4/TWU1ybBl8WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p1zMeq8Reec/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdt6QY6fu4/TWU1ybBl8WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p1zMeq8Reec/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922853932396898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ti78X5Gejw/TWU1ySMO4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TQBbw7FWaOc/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ti78X5Gejw/TWU1ySMO4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TQBbw7FWaOc/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922851561103922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmzCvn8trTU/TWU1pyHoXzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ay9S5DvA0dM/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmzCvn8trTU/TWU1pyHoXzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ay9S5DvA0dM/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922705512914738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9P4zTJDkAk/TWU1pq1vA0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/c9okh7MyhxE/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9P4zTJDkAk/TWU1pq1vA0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/c9okh7MyhxE/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922703558804290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9FyCs6Noac/TWU1pbzkZ0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/21_QodiEMMM/s1600/n507298538_956378_9008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9FyCs6Noac/TWU1pbzkZ0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/21_QodiEMMM/s320/n507298538_956378_9008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922699523188546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYSMVRda18U/TWU1pOjlbsI/AAAAAAAAAso/FEJtvduVefg/s1600/n507298538_741860_8249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYSMVRda18U/TWU1pOjlbsI/AAAAAAAAAso/FEJtvduVefg/s320/n507298538_741860_8249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922695966486210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTpEUtWlJlw/TWU1pDz4IuI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vb7ILrv8pFM/s1600/n507298538_263144_8860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTpEUtWlJlw/TWU1pDz4IuI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vb7ILrv8pFM/s320/n507298538_263144_8860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922693082030818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2jUhVrloxk/TWU1cr46CgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uV2Nt4hdq0k/s1600/n17829334_31577141_9772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2jUhVrloxk/TWU1cr46CgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uV2Nt4hdq0k/s320/n17829334_31577141_9772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922480502245890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1mhL57KAxI/TWU1cWOZZBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5fun3vL2A64/s1600/181762_10150099536068539_507298538_6181984_7033872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1mhL57KAxI/TWU1cWOZZBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5fun3vL2A64/s320/181762_10150099536068539_507298538_6181984_7033872_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922474686800914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNrbBeQZ3tw/TWU1cGR08HI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Gl1_rE04hcc/s1600/74481_456753113538_507298538_5351925_5359214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNrbBeQZ3tw/TWU1cGR08HI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Gl1_rE04hcc/s320/74481_456753113538_507298538_5351925_5359214_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922470406221938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umux4V4pY1Q/TWU1b8xOUzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/daZAiLmSZOc/s1600/20169_222912708538_507298538_3085597_6271401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umux4V4pY1Q/TWU1b8xOUzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/daZAiLmSZOc/s320/20169_222912708538_507298538_3085597_6271401_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922467853554482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvfSFSEN380/TWU1b3teGVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fnyOY8Sr-wg/s1600/4583_111153132641_605532641_2901006_2343927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvfSFSEN380/TWU1b3teGVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fnyOY8Sr-wg/s320/4583_111153132641_605532641_2901006_2343927_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576922466495633746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I've been really blessed to have really great, fantastic, fabulous people in my life and around me...and THAT I am SO grateful for...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5456983521217561350?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5456983521217561350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5456983521217561350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5456983521217561350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5456983521217561350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-picture-of-you-and-person-you-have.html' title='#7 – a picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdt6QY6fu4/TWU1ybBl8WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p1zMeq8Reec/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6164364510920125135</id><published>2011-02-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:12:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 Your Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU8wO7dTZDs/TWUx1reBDHI/AAAAAAAAArw/leMZY3iAajs/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU8wO7dTZDs/TWUx1reBDHI/AAAAAAAAArw/leMZY3iAajs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918511839677554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQ-rbvVR2Y/TWUx1beDQ6I/AAAAAAAAAro/X67aRcYqN-4/s1600/sense_and_sensibility__frontcover_large_MvDOmClVdsz8Uxv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQ-rbvVR2Y/TWUx1beDQ6I/AAAAAAAAAro/X67aRcYqN-4/s320/sense_and_sensibility__frontcover_large_MvDOmClVdsz8Uxv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918507544855458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xdhwxpq0iU/TWUxvsuGI7I/AAAAAAAAArg/Z183cSPrsCc/s1600/n222460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xdhwxpq0iU/TWUxvsuGI7I/AAAAAAAAArg/Z183cSPrsCc/s320/n222460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918409096340402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33cyZWdgEUU/TWUxvRTNbaI/AAAAAAAAArY/Hijll7ZkBPo/s1600/9780553213102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33cyZWdgEUU/TWUxvRTNbaI/AAAAAAAAArY/Hijll7ZkBPo/s320/9780553213102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918401735814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTwsk5P3Q44/TWUxvIgCiXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/NK4leZNH1-0/s1600/book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTwsk5P3Q44/TWUxvIgCiXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/NK4leZNH1-0/s320/book_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918399373707634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEG-XS7QjnM/TWUxu5V4tNI/AAAAAAAAArI/48SNtCnvILM/s1600/Book_of_Mormon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEG-XS7QjnM/TWUxu5V4tNI/AAAAAAAAArI/48SNtCnvILM/s320/Book_of_Mormon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918395304588498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHh-ZxmCeBs/TWUxu99yrDI/AAAAAAAAArA/RQn8aFWNHn4/s1600/01_The_Lucky_One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHh-ZxmCeBs/TWUxu99yrDI/AAAAAAAAArA/RQn8aFWNHn4/s320/01_The_Lucky_One.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918396545707058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an avid reader like my dear friend Aims, but when i do find a book, i read it pretty fast, you may find my taste in books is pretty similar to my taste in movies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6164364510920125135?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6164364510920125135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6164364510920125135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6164364510920125135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6164364510920125135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/6-your-favorite-book.html' title='#6 Your Favorite Book'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU8wO7dTZDs/TWUx1reBDHI/AAAAAAAAArw/leMZY3iAajs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5446275035692914377</id><published>2011-02-22T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:46:44.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 Favorite Television Program</title><content type='html'>This one is pretty easy for me as well! :) Again if you know ANYthing about me...these really won't be much of a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.areyouscreening.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/parenthood-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.areyouscreening.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/parenthood-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show...it's just good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2010/03/glee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2010/03/glee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is really what pulled me in with this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9y0wqtfsd1qdvt7io1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 467px; height: 700px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9y0wqtfsd1qdvt7io1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i actually like this show BETTER with the new cast, and dont really miss peyton and lucas...who'da thunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hl3--ATF8Qo/Sxp7uEeDe2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/0SAejy46270/s1600/Friends-TV-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 590px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hl3--ATF8Qo/Sxp7uEeDe2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/0SAejy46270/s1600/Friends-TV-show.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't even need a comment...Everything i learned in college, i learned from friends...hahaha...i think every funny quote i know is from an episode of friends or Grey's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenshieldintl.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/greys-anatomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://greenshieldintl.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/greys-anatomy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am in LOVE with this show....I don't know what it is, and i fought it for a long long time, but it is just so dang addicting! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5446275035692914377?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5446275035692914377/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hl3--ATF8Qo/Sxp7uEeDe2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/0SAejy46270/s72-c/Friends-TV-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3627627965389412801</id><published>2011-02-22T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:33:25.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 A Photo of  you as  a Child</title><content type='html'>This one is EASY...phew...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vN2FTmcodI/TWPlPmBg6pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7Ozk83PMENw/s1600/mebaby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vN2FTmcodI/TWPlPmBg6pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7Ozk83PMENw/s320/mebaby.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576552819682503314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwUo1cFFj6I/TWPlPQAghEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gd1mD-ExIDI/s1600/medyl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwUo1cFFj6I/TWPlPQAghEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gd1mD-ExIDI/s320/medyl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576552813772702786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang I'm cute...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3627627965389412801?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3627627965389412801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3627627965389412801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3627627965389412801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3627627965389412801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/4-photo-of-you-as-child.html' title='#4 A Photo of  you as  a Child'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vN2FTmcodI/TWPlPmBg6pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7Ozk83PMENw/s72-c/mebaby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4429900423181351395</id><published>2011-02-22T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:29:08.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>This is pretty much impossible for me, if you know anything about me...BUT I'll do my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swoYosNUw7M/TWPkKV3EnBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/mc0dY8ypDnk/s1600/the-notebook-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swoYosNUw7M/TWPkKV3EnBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/mc0dY8ypDnk/s320/the-notebook-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551629932764178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQkZA6rnKNo/TWPkKQgqEtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZX8aCKZaGJs/s1600/proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQkZA6rnKNo/TWPkKQgqEtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZX8aCKZaGJs/s320/proposal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551628496573138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv9ZOyY-H2U/TWPkKPj2bEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b0ZJXaymgHQ/s1600/life-as-we-know-it-poster-300x351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv9ZOyY-H2U/TWPkKPj2bEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b0ZJXaymgHQ/s320/life-as-we-know-it-poster-300x351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551628241529922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gZIiZarhSk/TWPkJ_QA2AI/AAAAAAAAAqI/GC_pPhB479U/s1600/hope-floats-movie-poster-1020209367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gZIiZarhSk/TWPkJ_QA2AI/AAAAAAAAAqI/GC_pPhB479U/s320/hope-floats-movie-poster-1020209367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551623863359490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-566QdAXPZV4/TWPj4id42XI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MKEluEvAtrQ/s1600/Dear-John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-566QdAXPZV4/TWPj4id42XI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MKEluEvAtrQ/s320/Dear-John.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551324079151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otK6GvMrl9Y/TWPj4dMrJfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uqlSuR743I8/s1600/becoming_jane_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otK6GvMrl9Y/TWPj4dMrJfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uqlSuR743I8/s320/becoming_jane_ver5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551322664773106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIcy5YMt75Y/TWPj4EeQuSI/AAAAAAAAApw/u42b4tImGAs/s1600/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIcy5YMt75Y/TWPj4EeQuSI/AAAAAAAAApw/u42b4tImGAs/s320/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551316027652386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFxbpOk-xsU/TWPj31XmrRI/AAAAAAAAApo/3YOGPo5VUgE/s1600/51YHG0JRQHL__SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFxbpOk-xsU/TWPj31XmrRI/AAAAAAAAApo/3YOGPo5VUgE/s320/51YHG0JRQHL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551311973199122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfoO_HFICY/TWPj3w_rI6I/AAAAAAAAApg/gA7P8jK8Viw/s1600/17-again-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfoO_HFICY/TWPj3w_rI6I/AAAAAAAAApg/gA7P8jK8Viw/s320/17-again-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551310799086498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeing my dilema? are you seeing a pattern...yeah...me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4429900423181351395?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4429900423181351395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4429900423181351395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4429900423181351395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4429900423181351395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-favorite-movie.html' title='#3 Favorite Movie'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swoYosNUw7M/TWPkKV3EnBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/mc0dY8ypDnk/s72-c/the-notebook-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-4347289771419809770</id><published>2011-02-22T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:17:04.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>Better late then never right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current favorite song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-gEIHgVAkJE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you NOT love this song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-4347289771419809770?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4347289771419809770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=4347289771419809770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4347289771419809770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/4347289771419809770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-favorite-song.html' title='#2 Favorite Song'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-gEIHgVAkJE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6788687674102367539</id><published>2011-02-22T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:14:32.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that one time...?</title><content type='html'>Remember that one time i was going to be good and write in my blog everyday and do the "everyday write something" thing that Amy was doing?? Remember how i suck at this stuff? yeah..me too...So ding round 2...or 12...whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6788687674102367539?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6788687674102367539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=6788687674102367539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6788687674102367539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/6788687674102367539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember-that-one-time.html' title='Remember that one time...?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-8354871761404885196</id><published>2011-01-25T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:32:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift of cakes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sometimes I make cakes for kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnnqRPII/AAAAAAAAAok/lXk7r7Bis7s/s1600/180557_10150090394393539_507298538_6055687_5875958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257405556243586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnnqRPII/AAAAAAAAAok/lXk7r7Bis7s/s320/180557_10150090394393539_507298538_6055687_5875958_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnWnGkUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KKhouvnbxQk/s1600/179827_121172181288720_100001878151421_146366_2181763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She LOVED it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnJbX4aI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wSD4plcoDxs/s1600/179276_10150090394198539_507298538_6055683_1061131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257397440700834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnJbX4aI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wSD4plcoDxs/s320/179276_10150090394198539_507298538_6055683_1061131_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RfpJqJqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g4AXDPbv1MY/s1600/166842_120826341323304_100001878151421_144723_1487678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257268517381794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RfpJqJqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g4AXDPbv1MY/s320/166842_120826341323304_100001878151421_144723_1487678_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pretty colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RfPqTGHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fHxGVskBJ9I/s1600/166361_10150090393168539_507298538_6055660_6891616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257261674961010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RfPqTGHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fHxGVskBJ9I/s320/166361_10150090393168539_507298538_6055660_6891616_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9Re8nn8oI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9OgBTVSwrPE/s1600/164497_10150090393228539_507298538_6055661_651973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257256563470978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9Re8nn8oI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9OgBTVSwrPE/s320/164497_10150090393228539_507298538_6055661_651973_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9Re37nSRI/AAAAAAAAAns/rK5zd5W0sqM/s1600/164176_147127108678942_100001449601508_289443_1661281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257255305136402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9Re37nSRI/AAAAAAAAAns/rK5zd5W0sqM/s320/164176_147127108678942_100001449601508_289443_1661281_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided since i have a gift i may as well show it off a little right??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I make them for adults who want to get married... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9TNPrNtwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SSA8KC1ifdE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566259151464412930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9TNPrNtwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SSA8KC1ifdE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9TND7GppI/AAAAAAAAAos/oepXmErva1M/s1600/u1ntitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566259148309833362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9TND7GppI/AAAAAAAAAos/oepXmErva1M/s320/u1ntitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9TND7GppI/AAAAAAAAAos/oepXmErva1M/s1600/u1ntitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT-xXHaqCcI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xhordK2hI28/s320/IMG00349.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566362675139185090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  It's a gift! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-8354871761404885196?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8354871761404885196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=8354871761404885196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8354871761404885196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/8354871761404885196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/gift-of-cakes.html' title='the gift of cakes..'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT9RnnqRPII/AAAAAAAAAok/lXk7r7Bis7s/s72-c/180557_10150090394393539_507298538_6055687_5875958_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5434686764750178701</id><published>2011-01-25T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:06:53.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1-a recent photo of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT86piPvwMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/q-Bo0-RZTH0/s1600/180166_10150090854713539_507298538_6062672_2051789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566232149695119554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT86piPvwMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/q-Bo0-RZTH0/s320/180166_10150090854713539_507298538_6062672_2051789_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a "hobby" or maybe it's a gift i'm not really sure right now but i make cakes...and This is Nella...she's kind of like my adopted Niece...she loves me...and mostly i love her so i made her cakes for her first birthday party! :)  It was fun because Rosemary stays with me on the weekends so she helped me, so we stayed up till the wii hours of the mornin icing all those dots on the cake, but it turned out really well, all the colors and everything they actually turned out really well!  I was proud of myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT86pZLZYEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/D5CIddl4LrQ/s1600/150306_469313793538_507298538_5536652_8030672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566232147260956738" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT86pZLZYEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/D5CIddl4LrQ/s320/150306_469313793538_507298538_5536652_8030672_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rosemary...this is the 2nd most recentish photo....sometimes i think i'm cool...then i remember i'm not but it's okay cuz i have pictures like this to remind me SOMETIMES i AM cool... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5434686764750178701?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5434686764750178701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5434686764750178701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5434686764750178701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5434686764750178701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-recent-photo-of-you.html' title='Day 1-a recent photo of you'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TT86piPvwMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/q-Bo0-RZTH0/s72-c/180166_10150090854713539_507298538_6062672_2051789_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-893906015928046079</id><published>2011-01-25T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:02:00.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Mania</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Amy has been doing a blog list type of thing and I found it very interesting and I decided to join her, there are 30 days to this little blogfest I think you’re technically supposed to start at the beginning of the month, but I figure what they hey, Start while your motivated right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 – a recent photo of you&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 – your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 – your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – a photo of you as a child&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – a picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 – your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – your dream house (description or photo!)&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – a photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – a photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – something you are OCD about&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – a description of what's currently in your handbag/purse/diaper bag!&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – a photo of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – a photo of yourself and a new friend you met this year&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – a song that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – your favorite website&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – a photo of your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – a picture of somewhere you’d like to travel&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – a talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – a hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – a photo of your wedding/future wedding plans&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – a photo of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – a recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – your worst habit&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – a photo of where you live&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – a photo of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – your hopes, dreams, plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – a picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - a photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for new blogs, and maybe this because I’ll have things to blog about will get me to be a better blogger, if not there will be a lot of information about me at least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-893906015928046079?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/893906015928046079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=893906015928046079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/893906015928046079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/893906015928046079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogging-mania.html' title='Blogging Mania'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-6826662097232720472</id><published>2011-01-12T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:50:15.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Dear John (With Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UF3u1q_T8aw?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-6826662097232720472?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6826662097232720472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UF3u1q_T8aw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-5857967803191516522</id><published>2011-01-12T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:50:11.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear --------</title><content type='html'>I heard this song playing during a situation i was recently in and i've been playing it over and over since...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all the words are EXACT to my situation, but close enough that i had this huge WOAH moment...and that i decided to share...the song is Dear John by Taylor Swift, and I've taken the John out...and placed a blank...but you know who you are, and so do all my friends and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you&lt;br /&gt;Counting my footsteps, praying the floor wont fall through&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;And my mother accused me of losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I swore I was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paint me a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And go back and turn it to rain&lt;br /&gt;And I lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ------, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you and you're sick need to give love and take it away&lt;br /&gt;And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand&lt;br /&gt;And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -----, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -----, I see it all now, it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think 19's too young to be played by your dark twisted games&lt;br /&gt;When I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert at "sorry"&lt;br /&gt;And keeping lines blurry&lt;br /&gt;Never impressed by me acing your tests&lt;br /&gt;All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause you burned them out&lt;br /&gt;But I took your matches before fire could catch me&lt;br /&gt;So don't look now&lt;br /&gt;I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -----, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress wrote you a song&lt;br /&gt;You should have known&lt;br /&gt;You should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young?&lt;br /&gt;You should have known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-5857967803191516522?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5857967803191516522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=5857967803191516522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5857967803191516522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/5857967803191516522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear.html' title='Dear --------'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-543219206587697096</id><published>2011-01-12T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:43:40.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkOut Music</title><content type='html'>SO i think like sharing blogs people should also share the kinds of songs that help them get through work outs, because let's face it...work outs are hard, and by the time you FINALLY drag your self out of whatever your doing to get into your work out you gotta have the rights tunes to get you into it....or maybe that's just me...meh...So i've decided out of the shear kindness of my heart, and maybe slightly selfishly that maybe other's will also share theirs...*hint hint* to share some of my personal favorites...because let's face it...music is a very powerful tool in shedding weight and getting fit! :)  feel free to youtube these songs also if you've never heard of them...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are not in any particular order...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Club can't handle me-Flo rida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Brown-Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Brown-Crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usher-DJ got us fallin in Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay Sean-2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy Perry-Firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Kingston ft Niki Minaj-Letting Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno Mars-Grenade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno mars-Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treys Songs-Bottoms UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Derul0-She flies me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a G6-okay so this song is annoying with the repetition on the radio but just put it in your playlist to work out, and i promise you'll like it when it comes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neon Trees-Animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willow-Whip my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift-Better than revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugarland-Stuck like glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steel Magnolia-Keep on loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a short list...if i had time to really look at all my favorites it'd be a really long one...but anyways, hope this helps someone out in blog world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-543219206587697096?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/543219206587697096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=543219206587697096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/543219206587697096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/543219206587697096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/workout-music.html' title='WorkOut Music'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' 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Don't mind if I do!</title><content type='html'>That's right, after YEARS of wanting to get out of Food Service, I did it!  I now am working in translation and i think it is absolutely fabulous!  I love my co-workers, my bosses, my job, its just wonderful! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only the first week and it's fantastic, i still have a lot to learn, and remember...but I think it will be wonderful!  It's such a change, but i'm definitely embracing this change!  2011....bring it on! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-2031654105706006997?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2031654105706006997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=2031654105706006997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2031654105706006997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/2031654105706006997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-job-dont-mind-if-i-do.html' title='New Job? Don&apos;t mind if I do!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072768190729290988.post-3399294979220683465</id><published>2011-01-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:03:54.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work we dressed up a little on New Year's Eve to help people ring in the New Year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAopNDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKt-GQHUrY/s1600/100_0098%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAopNDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKt-GQHUrY/s320/100_0098%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286931596840066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAopNDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKt-GQHUrY/s1600/100_0098%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rosemary asked me to go to a Tongan New Year's dance/part thing at her husband's tongan ward, on account that he's in Afghanistan, i obliged, she didn't want to attend alone, she's been struggling with her inlaws lately, it was actually a lot of fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAecPtHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZScWqmKdjlE/s1600/merose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAecPtHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZScWqmKdjlE/s320/merose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286928858133618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAecPtHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZScWqmKdjlE/s1600/merose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to the Boaz house, and it was my baby's birthday at midnight :)  She's a New Year's Day baby and she's now officially 1!  CRAZY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAcxC5FI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DrK1se_3S5A/s1600/menella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAcxC5FI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DrK1se_3S5A/s320/menella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286928408503378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year's was good, but i've heard a lot of things about resolutions and things of that nature, but today i watched a video from the church and it takes the point of view of looking at lots wife, and how she looked back at the wickedness and turned into a pillar of salt.  I dont want to be a pillar of salt.  So this is my "resolution" to make this year better than last, to look to my future, and let the past be just that, the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072768190729290988-3399294979220683465?l=chelseasharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3399294979220683465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072768190729290988&amp;postID=3399294979220683465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3399294979220683465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072768190729290988/posts/default/3399294979220683465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseasharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-work-we-dressed-up-little-on-new.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s 2011!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03052728956786231961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzQzM-xolI/TjLsSGfKSRI/AAAAAAAABGk/c5UUVblZxBo/s220/invite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MkNgvda2b6E/TSaOAopNDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKt-GQHUrY/s72-c/100_0098%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
