<?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-8144162979078331469</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:44:34.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ever Changing Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3325523744110088420</id><published>2010-05-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:44:08.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me smile :)</title><content type='html'>you make me smile like the sun, fall outta bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a sunday night, you make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee, just the thought of you drives me wild...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3325523744110088420?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3325523744110088420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3325523744110088420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3325523744110088420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3325523744110088420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-make-me-smile.html' title='you make me smile :)'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6777826156627346643</id><published>2010-04-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:35:29.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love affair with water....</title><content type='html'>I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER FOR SUMMER!!!!! :D i cant wait any longer to go camping and i cant stand to stay out of the water!!! it could quite possibly be KILLING me! :).... I'm sure you all know how i feel about water... (I'm pretty much part fish:) and today I'm all smiles! Thank you Jesus! not everything in life is all peachy but that's okay i just look past those because every thing else seems great. Kenzie... i don't think its going to go anywhere... if you know what i mean... but that's okay hes a player. :) call me soon though! it sucks not having facebook! and i really hope to go to East Linn's Formal in the next two weeks i think.. i will be going solo (i think) i just painted my nails :) but anyways... I'm so happy right now. for no apparent reason :) Micayla i want the Journal!! :) :) BAD BAD BAD.... okay well for now i leave you with this because for now I'm going to go do dishes for my mommy :) and then off to bed. i pray you all have a lovely day tomorrow! :) love ya.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6777826156627346643?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6777826156627346643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6777826156627346643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6777826156627346643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6777826156627346643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-affair-with-water.html' title='My love affair with water....'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7895600287344614265</id><published>2010-04-25T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:40:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9UZIICptLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bqdJ1rCSRRA/s1600/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464301350272218290" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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Oh well. its part of life. I'm okay with it and its my parents decision so i respect it. Its something i shouldn't have done so I'm glad that they punished me for it. Just my opinion. I don't regret going. I regret not calling my parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom took place last night... MAN!!! that was intense! so i had gotten no sleep like all week, on Tuesday i stayed up late and cleaned my room, Wednesday i didn't get to bed too early and Thursday Luc came over and i went to the gym so i was exhausted and then Friday we went to pick up Ashtyn and then Luc and Kourtney came over and we had a barbecue. Luc and Kourney didn't leave till midnight and we watched Avatar.. not the greatest movie :( i actually hated it) and then Ashtyn spent the night. :) YAY!!! then we went to bed and then woke up at 7:30 to go and get kourney and to get our hair done! :) :) :) it was sooooo fun! :0 then we went home and got makeup on and dress' then we took lots and lots of pictures!!!!!it was fun fun fun! then we all left and went to salem for dinner. we got there like an hour early so we spent some time in the mall. we went to eat and the food was delicious!!!!! and the three boys spent 200$ on just dinner!!!! it was EXPENSIVE! then we drove to Albany and had some time to kill so we went to the mall again and we ran into Cameron Thompson there and he was with his friend who he took to prom "Fatina" what kinda name is that? but anyways she was glaring at Ashtyn and i the whole time! just cause we looked so good... i didn't mind :) and Cameron was just smiling at us.. i didn't mind either :) hahaha anyways.. we went to the dance and it was really fun too. then we went a few other places....... :) and then we came home and watched a few movies. I WAS SO TIRED!!!! i went to sleep at like three and woke up at ten.. then we all went to the falls and walked up and down mountains for like 2 miles!!! i was soooo tired!!! then we came home and Luc left and Kourney and then we went to Albany to take Josiah's tux back and uhhh then we came home and Ashtyn went home :( that was sad! but it was a great great great weekend!!!  i hope i get to do it all again at East Linn's formal :P and for now i leave you with this :D have a lovely day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9UQR2MykRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/h3BBFcgAVqI/s1600/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464291621676945682" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9UQR2MykRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/h3BBFcgAVqI/s200/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+030a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4436189977726144874?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4436189977726144874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4436189977726144874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4436189977726144874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4436189977726144874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-just-that-way.html' title='Its just that way...'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9UQR2MykRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/h3BBFcgAVqI/s72-c/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+030a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1201584770911024338</id><published>2010-04-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:46:13.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Fore]casting (,) Life</title><content type='html'>Psychology: this course is an introduction to psychology, the study of the mind and how we behave. the units will be an introduction to the area of study and research methods, the biology of behavior, how brains and personalities develop, thinking, learning, memory, and psychological disorders. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trails: Students will learn the basic procedures of a criminal trial through mock trials. This process will give the students an appreciation for the way the American criminal justice system works, as well as developing logical argumentation and oral presentation skills. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have started to "Forecast" for the upcoming year. the courses described above are the two classes i cant wait for! :) it sounds like such a great opportunity and psychology and law is exactly what i want to do! :) yeah for me..its crazy though because its kinda like we get to forecast or future, and i could do a lot with that. I have also decided to attempt to graduate with a honors diploma. This requires me to graduate with 8 honors credits. Its a challenge I am ready to take on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it how people (from East Linn) have put this title over public schools I'm general. public schools are great! they give most kids a great opportunity to follow their dreams. And the kiddos there are not all mean and they don't all poke fun at you, actually the mass majority of the people there are very kind and caring, they are also a lot less judgemental then people i have met at other schools. so please try your hardest not to put a negative label on Lebanon high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my life is getting more and more confusing :( I think now I am getting to the point in my like that i have to decide what is right and wrong in my own opinion. there are decisions that i have been dealt lately, and everything that is offered in the decisions are good, its kinda like my dreams are coming true but just with the wrong timing. I just know that someone is going to be hurt and i don't know how to fix that :( i realize i cant fix everything and that not everything is going to go my way, but I am at a loss right now and i feel as if i don't have anyone to talk to that would quite understand. there for I am left with the decision all on my own :( and I'm only a sophomore! just think about how difficult my life will get. And that is why God is in my life so i can look to Him for strength. Thank You Jesus! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have a doctors appointment. Just a check-up to make sure that I'm tickin the way i should be. I'm sure that I am, but I will let you know if I'm not. :) oh and my lovely parents have purchased a gym membership to a 24 hour gym in sweet home and i can go anytime i want! i will be in shape soon! yay for summer bodies! :) i get a swipey card and everything. thank you parents. :) i feel like there is something else i should be telling you guys but for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1201584770911024338?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1201584770911024338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1201584770911024338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1201584770911024338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1201584770911024338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/04/forecasting-life.html' title='[Fore]casting (,) Life'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4173070070053565019</id><published>2010-04-03T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:31:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Loves Like A Hurricane...</title><content type='html'>I am a tree. His love is so strong! I love the feeling. Easter makes me think every year about how i don't deserve anything that He has done for me! He suffered and died a terrible death for me, and all i do for my entire life is make mistakes, but yet He STILL loves me, i am so in awe of him! i will spend the rest of my life striving to be like him, and still fail. :) doesn't that just make you feel incredible! it does me! i cant do anything that will make Him not love me. that is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this is just how my brain works.... i change subjects randomly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cant express to you how bad i want to get married. I cant only wait for all of the good parts of marriage but i cant wait for the struggles that i will go through with my husband either... crazy huh? my parents were arguing last night and i don't know why but i loved listening to it, maybe its that i just cant wait for when i argue with my husband and then we get to make up and then we are stronger from that. i don't know i honestly think I'm crazy... but that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle I'm sooooooooooo glad you came and visited me on Friday! and Alex says you have pretty eyes :) she liked you :).... so what do you think about the high school? you wanna go there? its a lot of fun! ask Marshall? and Kenzi would you ever go to Lebanon? just a question... do you like it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got a prom date, an hes a nice guy, funny, cute too&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S7esvlAfeiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LqaNh_WIeFI/s1600/prom+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we are just friends, at least I think we are... Its kinda awkward though because NO ONE likes him... at least none of my friends, so i am constantly getting laughed at, i don't know why they don't like him though, anyways. I'm sure i will have plenty of fun at prom too.... the cool part is that he is on the prom court and hes a senior and hes tall :) and well not many sophomore girls get to go to Junior-Senior Prom anyways so they can laugh all they want! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well for now i leave you with this&lt;br /&gt;with love. Shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4173070070053565019?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4173070070053565019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4173070070053565019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4173070070053565019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4173070070053565019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-loves-like-hurricane.html' title='If Loves Like A Hurricane...'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8394248181913866975</id><published>2010-03-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:31:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another accident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever thought about it, who do you know if you are chasing your dreams or just wanting to grow up too fast. Aren't they pretty much the same thing? I don't know where i am at right now but i hope I'm still at chasing my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today i came to the realization of how much i miss Jesus! I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad it happened! here how i would explain it. so i was in geography class, Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoene&lt;/span&gt; is my teacher and he has only been my teacher for like a two days, but i already LOVE him! no one else does! :) he calls me smiley! :) in geography today we were discussing the religions in the middle east and how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; Christianity and Judaism and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Islamism&lt;/span&gt; and anyways &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoenes&lt;/span&gt; Christian and he knows i am. But he was talking about how Christianity was different because we believe that we can have a personal relationship with God and we don't have to be anyone special to have that or to go to heaven. then it hit me, I was missing that relationship! it was weird because it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; like i felt bad for not keeping up in my relationship it felt exactly like it feels when you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; seen a friend in a long time and then you hear a story about them and you want to see them again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad! (kinda like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;:) And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;since i&lt;/span&gt; have been at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/span&gt; i have really really been missing that relationship! so now my plan is not like before, I'm not going to just try to read the bible and try to pray to some "thing" i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try to with all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; in me to make plans and keep in touch with him. like i keep in touch with you guys but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i will see him more! :) I am super excited that i have that relationship with one of my teachers at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/span&gt; now! you guys have no idea how much joy this brings me! it makes me want to go to church really bad though! i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how it will happen though. my mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; on Sundays and my dad works on some Sundays but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really like going to church ( hes not much of a people person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyways &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad i can share this with you guys who understand.. or i hope you understand. so for now i leave you with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8394248181913866975?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8394248181913866975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8394248181913866975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8394248181913866975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8394248181913866975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-accident.html' title='just another accident.'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3394997173790411309</id><published>2010-03-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:36:38.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifes a dance, you learn as you go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... sometimes you lead sometimes you follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Daddy gave life to mamas dream." that is the person i wanna marry, someone who simply gives life to my dreams. first of all we don't really share all the same dreams. i am finding it a BIG struggle that he is just so hidden. i don't know if that makes sense, but if we lived in a world of black and white he's gray. i find myself more of a red. I'm getting bored. i don't know if he could handle me. i don't know if there is even someone out there that can. ha i read this bumper sticker the other day and it said "maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed, maybe they are supposed to run wild until they find someone just as wild to run with" well that pretty much sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"There goes my life" Tate and Josiah are graduating and i really don't know whats going to happen when they are gone. i live for them! well mostly Tate but i love them both equally. in two more years i will be graduating! hopefully! ha ha they never warned us that your life goes by so quick! that's not fair! not at all. i need to do something about that, so my solution is simply live life to the fullest. i have just recently come to that conclusion and its going to be one heck of a ride. I'm glad i realized it young. i have the chance to get college done during the last two years of high school but i cant do that i would have no life and i barely have one now but the wee one that i have now has very bright colors in it and has even brighter colors in its future. man i cant wait to have a family! like its bad! i find myself kinda pathetic... i have baby clothes for my boy and names picked out already :/ is that normal... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so! i cant wait to go to college though, i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good at it. do you think that i will regret living life so full at a young age when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; older? will i have enough stuff to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"sweet dreams" its really really late. this will be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; post to read in the morning :P and Kyle i kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fibbed&lt;/span&gt; a little i said i would post tonight but it turned out to be in the morning! but for now i leave you with this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3394997173790411309?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3394997173790411309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3394997173790411309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3394997173790411309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3394997173790411309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifes-dance-you-learn-as-you-go.html' title='lifes a dance, you learn as you go...'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6947041425263207049</id><published>2010-03-09T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:12:03.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a smile on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything in life is better when you are smiling! you guys all know me well enough and i smile all the time! today i wasn't feeling good and i didn't smile and it just made me feel worse! i got out of the nurses office and i saw my brother and i smiled and it felt so good! and i saw my friends and they all make me smile and it helped so much! i love to smile! its funny because i never thought that a smile could have that much effect on people but people tell me that when they see me smile it makes there day and there for i will never stop smiling! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday i had a lot of fun at Janaes house and there was one person that i couldn't stop thinking of THE ENTIRE TIME!! it was crazy i never thought i could spend that much time thinking about one person! it was so great but at the same time i wanted to be with that person soooo bad! when i went to sleep that night i was thinking about him and when i woke up i was still thinking about him! so i get home on Saturday and he got home from somewhere on Sunday and on Sunday he emails me and he just didn't seem right.. yes i know him that well! i know when somethings wrong over email. :) but anyways he tried telling me that he didn't want me to waste my life liking him when we never get to see each other! i mean it will get easier and Tate and Ashtyn do it! they live like two hours apart but they still stay together! i hope i convinced him of this but if i didn't i hope he reads this! (it will be okay! i promise!) he kinda worried me honestly, but i cant wait to see him again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6947041425263207049?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6947041425263207049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6947041425263207049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6947041425263207049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6947041425263207049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/03/put-smile-on.html' title='Put a smile on'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5254527842350730418</id><published>2010-02-26T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:41:16.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the days.</title><content type='html'>Life is coming at me like a speeding train! i just want to slow it all down and savor every moment! recently in the life of Shelby. well last Sunday Tate (my brother) got into a car wreck, he was not injured at all but the car was :( oh well i thank God that he was okay! then that week was all kinda a daze! but like i said it flew by! then i started a fresh new week! and i don't know how much better this week could have gotten! I feel blessed way beyond what i deserve. really there was nothing too special about the beginning of the week.... well i take that back on Monday, school was pretty so so you know just same ole' same ole' but after school i went home and did nothing until 5 :) then i when back into town to pick up the siblings i wasn't too excited about it but we went to sweet home because my mommy had strength training class and all the kids sat in the jeep! fun right! well believe it or not it was VERY fun! i got to talk to my brothers and sister like i haven't done in a long time :) on the way home Tate and mom and I were talking about my grandpa and how much we missed him and we were just recalling all the memories we had with him! it was really great ( but kinda sobering). then on Tuesday i felt prepared for anything that came my way! but nope God show me that! in sixth period our teacher was finally there after four weeks of having a substitute! he was away because him mom was dieing. :( when he returned he told us a little about his trip and how he had gotten to spend so much time with his mom before she passed away! it all hit home! it was crazy i didn't think that i would have gotten upset at all maybe just a little sad but it brought back all those feeling of when my grandpa had died. i remember after my grandpa died, that Christmas i got a picture of him and i remember times when i would cry and hug that picture and cry some more! i had a hard time watching this man who is a great teacher and who is a very wise guy break down and talk about how his mother just wanted to go home... how she just wanted to see her husband again. i don't know why it got me so up set but it did. what made it all better was the boys basketball game that i got to watch on Tuesday night. even though they lost I'm still there for them and they did great in my eyes! (I'm glad none of them will read this). Wednesday um nothing to spectacular happened because i cant remember it. i do remember that i made cookies and i was at Stephanie's a lot that day but i don't know why? huh weird! then Thursday was the bestest out of EVERYTHING!! on Thursday i woke up and i was so stoked for the game that night! at school i had to finish a writing test during first and second period! that was no fun but it didn't ruin my day! third period i was asked to be a model for the fashion show at the end of the year! how cool is that! i was stoked! then fourth fifth sixth and seventh were all a blur! then after school i was unexpectedly picked up by my grandpa, i get in the truck and he tells me that mom had a flat tire on the rental car! and everything else in her day went wrong too :( poor mom! he took me to Stephanie's and we got ready there for the game!!! we went to the game and we were a little late!! but it was all good! i found some friends to go and sit with and then they announced the other team and then they announced our senior boys on the basketball team! Tate was a senior so he got to start in the game along with three other seniors! :) after they did that then the team did something i had never seem them do before the WHOLE team came over to the student section with a bouquet of tulips and LT started to go up towards the top of the stands and i ask him where he was going as he handed me the flowers! and the WHOLE team thanked me for all the cookies i had made them and for coming to their games!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) I COULD NOT STOP SMILING FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT! I have a love for those boys like no other! its something you just wouldn't understand! and i got to watch my brother make the first three point of the game! :) and he was also high score of the game! :) after the game i gave all the boys hugs and told them thank you! and then to top that off! i got to go to Shari's afterwards and hang out with some pretty awesome people! then i woke up this morning and was sooo tired but was loving the idea of going to school! :) these are the days that i live for! thank you Jesus! and for now i leave you with this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5254527842350730418?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5254527842350730418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5254527842350730418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5254527842350730418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5254527842350730418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-are-days.html' title='These are the days.'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1579696354258069722</id><published>2010-02-17T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:31:17.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>i would like to share something with you all that read this. this is a letter that i wrote myself last year sometime in the summer. i got the inspiration from a song by brad paisley. its a letter to myself and its kinda backwards from his because he writes his from when he was older to when he is young and i wrote this to myself at thirty three. please share what you think and if you have written a letter to yourself please share that with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A Letter of Hope to Me at 33&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing the wedding band on your left hand ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;And to who gave it to you I hope you are madly and solidly in love with.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the wedding was breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;But just not quite as breathtaking as the man you married.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a love for your little kids that you have never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your kids, let them have a wild imagine, let them become super heroes if they want to. Tell them bed time stories until they are old enough to tell you bed time stories&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the trails you go through make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;And don’t fall down unless you are planning on getting right back up, don’t give up in the perfect gift of life don’t waste it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you forgive when needed and that you can learn to put things behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Please never forget to dream, never forget to take a risk once in a while, do it for me, just to give me something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I expect you to remember the most important thing in life, God, and every day of your life stand in awe of Him.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the other things in life too; remember to take lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Remember life’s not about the amount of your pay check. Life has so many heights that so many people don’t reach, that they don’t even see.&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to become something other than average. Don’t ever look at the world and the people in it and frown; see that as an opportunity for you to change it.      &lt;br /&gt;I hope college was fun I hope you love your job and if you don’t, don’t just give up find things in it to like.&lt;br /&gt;Love your husband so much and show that you love him. You have waited so long for someone like him, be the wife that he has waited for too; learn from all the relationships that you have been in and will go through.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hurt the relationship that you have with Tate, don’t ever take him out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will become closer to Josiah and Mabinty as the years go by, and always be there for your parents, don’t let them down.&lt;br /&gt;You will always by your mom’s daughter and you guys will probably always argue, but don’t waste that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be daddy’s little girl don’t loose him; he will always be there for you even if you mess up; he knows you will mess up too. Cherish every hug that you get from him   &lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that I am writing this as a fourteen year old freshman and its hard to believe that I am already fourteen; it just proves how time flies by and how hard it is not to blink but sometimes you got to. I hope that when I am 33 I am living my life to the fullest and not letting any moment slip through my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1579696354258069722?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1579696354258069722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1579696354258069722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1579696354258069722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1579696354258069722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy.'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6982071393217974043</id><published>2010-02-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:11:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is way to busy!!! i have to go to my brothers basketball game now! but maybe later tonight after things settle down! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6982071393217974043?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6982071393217974043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6982071393217974043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6982071393217974043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6982071393217974043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-way-to-busy-i-have-to-go-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4200506039708361754</id><published>2010-02-16T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:31:42.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>i think i will post when i get home! since right now i am in seventh period! :) i miss writing on here and i know i should more often! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4200506039708361754?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4200506039708361754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4200506039708361754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4200506039708361754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4200506039708361754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2010/02/news.html' title='NEWS!!!'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5125184026384559048</id><published>2009-12-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:25:02.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i surrender.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so this could be long since i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; written in a while... the things that i worry about in my life amaze me... so today we were in lock-down for three hours because the school found a empty gun case and no gun. so as you can see that was pretty intense but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; scared.. we went from three hours of first period to fourth period to lunch and then i have fifth and sixth period with some people that really make me feel funny and i was terrified to go to those classes! i am so pathetic! so anyways i go to fifth and the guy that i have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; on is in that class and he tells me that he knows someone that is going to ask me to formal and that his last name starts with a B and the guy i like his name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; start with a B so i was kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; so... anyways i figure out who it is and i do not want to go with this guy! and i feel so bad! this is the second time that i have been asked by someone that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go with and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; today and yesterday i was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and i was just looking for something to listen to while i did the dishes so i typed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Laminin&lt;/span&gt; and i found that video that i had watched for the last three years and it just made me feel so lost and i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know who to go on and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with my life. i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;failier&lt;/span&gt; in the fact that i could have died today and i was worried about the guy that i like and probably has and never will like me... i honestly have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; the last few months and i HATE to confess that i have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; because i just feel defeat.there are some things in my life that i cant surrender to but I surrender completely and fully to God almighty. and i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the will help me make the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5125184026384559048?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5125184026384559048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5125184026384559048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5125184026384559048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5125184026384559048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-surrender.html' title='i surrender.'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3244386869413023468</id><published>2009-11-16T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:45:13.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches</title><content type='html'>lately i have been really busy, obviously since i haven't posted in like a month! anyways, school has been school and i can already tell that it wont ever add up to how great of a year i had last year, its weird i look forward to the end of school this year...unlike last year and i also wish that i had the great friends by my side like i had last year. but i will make it through and i think i should stop talking about my problems because i don't want any sympathy from you guys so.... in my life lately.... Josiah just finished his last football season of high school and it was a GREAT game and i wish more people would have came! the game left me in tears... it was the worst loss i have seen these boys have and the best game i have seen them play! it still really hasn't registered that i wont ever watch my brother play in high school football again and i was his biggest fan! He is such a hero of mine for so many reasons, the dedication he put into this sport was crazy! i have watch all of his football games since i was in the fifth grade. that's six years! and i have never seen him give up and i have never seen him fail. when he gets hurt which he rarely does he is back out the next week and as strong as he was before! he is amazing... but anyways tate and mabinty are starting basketball and tate is doing a good job with making friends with all of my friends on the basketball team. my friends are telling me that he is "bad A" haha funny huh but i like having them tell me stories about him! and mabinty well she is content being a freshman! so for know i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3244386869413023468?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3244386869413023468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3244386869413023468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3244386869413023468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3244386869413023468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/11/peaches.html' title='Peaches'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6135621233559767250</id><published>2009-10-24T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:55:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to keep it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WARNING: THIS IS A GENUINELY HONEST POST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so life has been no more than an adventure and has for the most part tough. life all together is just a grand adventure filled with excitements and fears but no matter what God Almighty is with us! thank God! anyways back to life. so school right now is pretty much my whole life, and "school" has been  good. i have A's in all my classes and i like all of my classes which is always a plus. As far as friends go i kinda feel abandoned by the two girls that i called my best friends. i don't mean this in any offense to my best friends but i feel that they have kinda left me out of a lot because i go to a different school i assume? and i don't feel as welcome when i see them... let alone most people from my old school! i wish that i was still close to them. and i hope that they know that just because i go to a different school doesn't mean that they cant invite me places and because of the fact that i go to a different school my parents are more likely to let me go so there is really no excuse not to invite me to see them. this probably is starting to sound really selfish but i have not been able to make friends that well at Lebanon and none of then are like the ones that i had at east Linn. honestly it is one of the most difficult thing to make a friend that is a girl specifically that  is a good person and that you share the same beliefs and the same qualities in life. i thank God for Marshall even though he is a boy:) because it would be a lot different trip without him! my life is not any more important that anyone elses and i don't want sympathy. but this is what blogs are for. right? so for now i leave you with this.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6135621233559767250?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6135621233559767250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6135621233559767250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6135621233559767250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6135621233559767250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/10/trying-to-keep-it-up.html' title='trying to keep it up'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6787690318364205183</id><published>2009-10-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:48:31.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will post again tonight but right now i am watching transformers 2!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6787690318364205183?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6787690318364205183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6787690318364205183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6787690318364205183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6787690318364205183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-post-again-tonight-but-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3765777397103673406</id><published>2009-10-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:54:07.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real life everchanging destiny!</title><content type='html'>I often wonder what my future holds for me ..... actually I constantly wonder what my future will hold for me. Have you ever thought of the phase "my ever changing destiny". Well if you haven't then i will give you a moment right now......................................... OK so now that you thought of it and know what it means to you, let me tell you what it means to me. My ever changing destiny is a phrase that i use to express my swirly twirly life in motion. All the stories and tales that I tell are just  another part of this and my destiny "non-consistently" keeps changing hence my ever changing. I really don't want to know what my future holds because God is in control of my life, so the first time that you guys think that you finally have a grasp on your life, you could just possibly, potentially be wrong! And so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3765777397103673406?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3765777397103673406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3765777397103673406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3765777397103673406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3765777397103673406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-life-everchanging-destiny.html' title='Real life everchanging destiny!'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4727985084966910098</id><published>2009-10-03T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:18:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night football frenzies and friends</title><content type='html'>last night Lebanon warriors bet Corvallis spartans 29-15.... but that was not the most exciting part of the night, it gets much better!&lt;br /&gt;        before the game we went to Wall-mart to get goodies for the game,and an umbrella. so we got an umbrella and a bag of Swedish fish and a bag of double bubble gum and a gallon of paint to finish painting our family room. so anyways we get to the game and i see Alex right away which is good because i didn't think that i would ever find her but i did so. after we paid and got in i went with Alex tot he student section and we were standing next to her friends and one of my friends but they were all guys so they quickly became my friends too :) but anyways we were taking the Swedish fish and licking them and throwing them at the people in front of us. i know we shouldn't have but it was fun and then every time we made a touch down i would throw a handful of bubble gum but this was in rappers so people could actually eat it (unlike the Swedish fish) so everyone came to me and asked me if the could have some more gum and. this was about the time that Josiah got hurt so i went down to the field to see him  my cousin that was with my mom told me that they were going to the hospital and that another friend would take us to the emergency room after the game.&lt;br /&gt;                                             (oh and a side note it was raining the whole time...well until Josiah got hurt then it stopped) but it was like pouring!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways so at half time there was also a cop chase in the school and from the student section where i was standing you could see them arrest the kid. so it was pretty intense but that's not all but i don't have time to write the rest so you are just going to have to come to the next game next week on Thursday at 6:30 or 7:00. and as for me and my life i leave you with this. :0 have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4727985084966910098?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4727985084966910098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6929485729339759356</id><published>2009-09-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:47:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man oh man</title><content type='html'>so this week was good on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; we, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt; walked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoppin&lt;/span&gt;' cart and we got a box of wheat thins and some easy cheese and walked back and eats some and this guy that i like was walking right behind us... so then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; we got root beer in the glass bottle so every one thought we had beer. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;he he&lt;/span&gt; funny huh. so today we got a huge bag of carrots and two deals of cookies and so we ate them and i had some extra so i put it in my purse and i pulled it out in all of my classes. but in history my teacher was making fun of me and telling that i wanted to marry this guy and i got really REALLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EMBARRASSED&lt;/span&gt; and i turned really red and everyone was like why are you so red and oh look she is so red and it was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;! and to make it worse the guy that i like was in that class and he sits right across from me so he could see me perfectly and i hated it with all my heart and i really like him!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; this sucks! i need you help what should i do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6929485729339759356?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6929485729339759356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6929485729339759356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6929485729339759356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6929485729339759356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-oh-man.html' title='man oh man'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-371478548573891012</id><published>2009-09-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:43:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow homicide</title><content type='html'>this video is very alarming. it is hard to believe that the government has stuff like this in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3DpNBToYl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3DpNBToYl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much that i plan on doing with my life and watching this video makes me want to go out and do it all now! i hope that this is a hoax but i know that this is coming..... i watched another video about this and it said that if you dont have proof of the vaccination or this "braclet" then you will be put on a bus sent to a consentration camp! this is scary! i asked my dad about it and he said that he had heard there are rail cars that have shackles that are put in the floor of these cars that they take "crimanls" to consentration camps in arizon, colorado, wyoming and places that there is low population, to keep the population down! i hope that this helps you put your life into prespective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-371478548573891012?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/371478548573891012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=371478548573891012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/371478548573891012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/371478548573891012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-homicide.html' title='Slow homicide'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6580854425528239275</id><published>2009-09-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:43:00.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazed and confused</title><content type='html'>right now i am in the computer lab at my school in room 414. so i am supposed to be working on my "yo soy" project but i don't want to so i decided i would post! an update of my life, well i got my teeth fixed and now they are pretty! but anyways, about school.... school so far has been a struggle but it seems to be getting better! i have made a few friends and most of them are guys but i have  few girlfriend and they are cool. one of them her name is Alex is crushing on Jake and i think that she might just be being my friend just because she likes him and i am his friend.... i sure hope not. : i have fun classes and have fun at school... most of the time. Kyle: so at the birthday party.... i was just not feeling very welcome :( not a lot of people talked to me and and it kinda hurt. no one was excited to see me. but except you and Justina and Austin and Tonn.. but i thought that i was loved more than that there but i guess i was wrong :( it does hurt to see all of my friends moving on and making new friends.... i knew that they would but i never thought so fast. i don't think that they realize that i didn't have a choice to leave and i would come back in a heart beat! i tried not to move on and make new friends because i always thought i could come back and feel welcome but i was wrong. i have still held back from making friend because i wish that i could come back and i don't want to be hurt again! you have no idea how much i miss you guys at east linn....... i still and will always love everyone of you guys form east linn... but anyways i want to see you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;come to the football games as much as possible! and for now i leave you with this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6580854425528239275?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6580854425528239275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6580854425528239275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6580854425528239275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6580854425528239275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazed-and-confused.html' title='crazed and confused'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-417786037202493866</id><published>2009-09-08T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:22:06.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOBAL WARMING</title><content type='html'>well the second week of school started and i am just at a loss of so many words, i don't know what to do.....i do like LHS,and i have made some "friends"..... the classes so far are very easy and fun.......but if Marshall and Derek weren't there i would die... Chance doesn't even talk to me, but some times he smiles. i talked to his girlfriend and come to find out i used to go to school with her in second and third grade but people change.....and i have been hanging out with old friends like Morgan and Alyssa whom i knew from middle school and some other people but that's about it...... i miss my friends SO much. the one thing that i fear is that people change and i don't want to change and if i don't want to change then I'm not going to but the people that are close to my heart are going to change and i am afraid that our friendship will change and fall and i don't know if i can change that.... and this is to the people that i am close to their heart: just be sure not to change and i will be sure not to change as well! i want you to know that i love each and every one of you that reads this and many more. things life doesn't always come out the way we want to and it doesn't always turn out to our benefits but some how WE are going to make it through.... &lt;3 you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-417786037202493866?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/417786037202493866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=417786037202493866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/417786037202493866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/417786037202493866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/09/gobal-warming.html' title='GOBAL WARMING'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7747142009281414796</id><published>2009-09-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:29:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward Motion</title><content type='html'>so today at 7:00 i woke up............do you know what this means! this means that i set my alarm for 6:00 and my alarm didn't go off and i woke up at seven! i woke up an hour late on my first day of school.... now just think about that.....just my luck, that's all i can say. anyways i got in the car and i was texting Derek to see if he was ready for the first day of school and he hadn't left his house yet so he left and i got to school before him and so i got to school and got out, started walking towards the front door and i saw Chance so i went and talked to him and he's like i didn't know you were going here and I'm like yeah neither did i. ha ha neither did i you get it! well anyways his girlfriend showed up and he left so i went in side and waited for Derek and he didn't show, so i went to my locker and opened it up and i had nothing to put in it so i shut it, walked away and hoped that no one saw. :) i found Derek after i walked away from  my locker and we walked around and then we were headed to geometry and we found out that we have geometry the same period but its with different teachers! darn! so i go to geometry with Mr.Selby in room 125 and it was fun but weird i just kinda felt left out.....gee i wonder why i didn't know any one in the class. :( but i think i will like this teacher. next period i had Spanish in room 711with Mrs.McIntyre and i hated it i really don't like the teacher,why because she is just way to smart and speaks Spanish way to well. but i heard that she is the easy Spanish teacher so i hope she is :\ and there are also a LOT of kids in that class :/ and next is interior design with Mrs. Woodruff and this is going to be a fun class i am so excited! this is also the class with the hot guy in it but anyways(..... .... ....... ..sorry daydreaming) in this class we get to draw out house plans and we get to design each and every room in this house all the way down to which refrigerator is put in the house. how exciting is that! so next i have sculpture 3D with Janelle Novick in room 212 and in this class we get to make sculptures out of cement, clay, paper mache, wool, paper, glass, we get to make our own glass beads too! cool huh. but that will definitely be a fun class :) and then i have lunch and at lunch i went around looking for Derek for a few minutes then i found him and Marshall and we went to find a place to sit and we found an open table and we sat down then James Burkey came and sat down and then Jake and Blake went and sat down at the table too. so it was me at this table full of guys... i wonder what they think of me now :) after lunch i have biology with Mrs. Lippmann in room 211 and in this class we looked at all of these puzzles...you know those puzzles that you look at them and you are supposed to see like two different things in the picture it was fun. and there is also this really hot guy in this class (its the same one that's in my interior design class. so then i have Language arts with Mr. Caffey and he is a cool teacher i really like him we went over procedures and protocols and everything else...the last period of the day is world history and this is the only class that i wish i could get out of i really don't like the teacher and i don't know any of the kids in it... but Alexa is in that class and she actually acknowledged me unlike a lot of the other kids that i know that go there.....  but that was the extent of my day.... oh i came home and took a nap yeah i hope tomorrow is better...for everyone in the world.... and for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7747142009281414796?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7747142009281414796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7747142009281414796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7747142009281414796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7747142009281414796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/09/forward-motion.html' title='Forward Motion'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4020765151316656701</id><published>2009-08-30T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:51:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch down</title><content type='html'>so yesterday a friend of my moms who is practically my aunt (at least we call her aunt Ginny), her son Zach got married and they had a beautiful wedding in Lebanon. it was really fun! the food wasn't the best because they had BBQ chicken and i loathe BBQ sauce and this chicken was covered with it :( but the lemonade was good and the weather was perfect for a little outside wedding! oh and during the ceremony my eye would not stop watering and so it looked like i was crying....Erin, Zach's new wife, her mom died a while back and it made me want to cry seeing her on the happiest day of her life and not having her mom there.:( I don't know how i would do that. and Zach's brother was supposed to be one of the groomsmen was sent of to boot camp for the army and wasn't there to see his brother get married. :( sad huh.....but after the wedding was over we headed to the red and white scrimmage at Lebanon high school and wow that was a very boring football game.why was it so boring? because this year instead of playing two quarters of football,each the teams had ten plays to play. Dumb huh. but i cant wait for the season to start but the next bad thing is that the first two games are away and they are in penalton and park rose and that's a long ways away!!! I must go to the fair now but for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4020765151316656701?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4020765151316656701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4020765151316656701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4020765151316656701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4020765151316656701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-down.html' title='Touch down'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6807766802354400674</id><published>2009-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:33:40.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer #777 please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574" rel="nofollow"&gt;Kyle!&lt;/a&gt; commented...&lt;br /&gt;Heyy.....what happened to the really cool blog!? It's all...well, gone!I freaking love the locker number!! What you need to do is somehow take the number off at the end of the year....and give it to me, okay!? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I kinda got bored of the blog but if you want one like it go to &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/home.html"&gt;www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/home.html&lt;/a&gt; and there are a lot of different choices too and they are all free.&lt;br /&gt;and yes my locker number is awesome but about taking it off at the end of the year and giving it to you.......the sign that has the number on it is already gone..........and my locker has a big dent in the front so i am assuming that the last person that had this locker really liked their locker number too and so the wanted to take it home with them at the end of the year so the drove a car into it or something to make it fall off and dent the door real bad :( :) sorry kyle but this year there is no 777 on my locker its just the locker between 776 and 778 :) so for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6807766802354400674?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6807766802354400674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6807766802354400674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6807766802354400674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6807766802354400674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/kyle-commented.html' title='Answer #777 please'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6672465842396883633</id><published>2009-08-28T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:33:28.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsdays</title><content type='html'>so the state fair started today and the last three days have been doomsday but i got my schedule for LHS (i am so EXCITED) so first period i have math then Spanish then interior design then sculpture 3D then lunch then i have no idea what else is on the list :) but i am so excited but scared anyways doomsday so on Wednesday my sister mom and i went to get school clothes and get our schedules from school oh and my locker number is 777 hahah isn't that funny at least it wasn't 666 that would be my luck :) then my day went to Salem to set up and EVERYTHING went wrong for him and i felt really bad then Thursday all of us went up to the fair at like 11 and set up then we left at five then we headed back home and backed up another load and then my dad and i went up there and finished setting up and got back home at two in the morning and yeah if you have any idea of what i went through you would understand why i call this doomsday! man oh man i cant wait for school to start for things to get back to normal! and i am so excited for football to start! ok so for now i leave you with this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6672465842396883633?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6672465842396883633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6672465842396883633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6672465842396883633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6672465842396883633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/doomsdays.html' title='doomsdays'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-537629941861741787</id><published>2009-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:44:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my luck</title><content type='html'>have you ever watched a movie with subtitles in a different language? well its fun espescally in french! you know why its so fun....because you cant read it!! :)so try it some time (i have :)oh and some advice never buy lip gloss at the dollar tree even if your in love with it because if you have my luck when you open it it would explode! yup today i bought this coral punch mayballine lip gloss and right as i opened it it exploded....i was standing in the parking lot luckily. so i walked back into the store ant told the clerk guy that the lip gloss exploded and you know what he said......hes like well don't squeeze it so hard and I'm like i didn't and hes like na just kidding and then he tells me that i can go an exchange it and i was holding the stuff and i must have had this weird look on my face because hes like "here do you want me to take it" well duh i want you to take it,so i handed it to him and he took it, but then hes like "no actually go put it back on the shelf and see it someone else will buy it" HAHAHA he was a very funny human being! good person he made me laugh :)oh and theres this really good western film that just came out called 3:10 to Yuma i highly recommend it (Batman's in it) and did you know that christian bale has a English accent! that is so exciting just adds to his hotness JK....yesterday i got a sunburn but today it was tan yeah!! today while int he shower i got shampoo in my eye! and it hurt! see i have some major luck if its good or bad I'm not sure yet...but i will let you know when i find out :) and so i now leave you with this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-537629941861741787?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/537629941861741787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=537629941861741787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/537629941861741787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/537629941861741787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-my-luck.html' title='the story of my luck'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4619091580942358306</id><published>2009-08-21T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:28:54.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Lebanon Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/So8KKV1I1DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GtKuIt-S_do/s1600-h/lebanon-warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372524053251281970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/So8KKV1I1DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GtKuIt-S_do/s320/lebanon-warrior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i will be attending Lebanon high school and for all of you guys that thought i was going to sweet home well so did i then my parents left the  decision up to my sister and me so we changed our choice for a number of reasons but i hope this was a good choice... i am looking forward to attending school with Derek and Marshall that will be for sure a lot of fun but i am also excited for the class opportunities that i have there i will hopefully be taking a interior design class and a intro to crime and law.... hopefully this will help me decide what i want to do with my life after high school! i have looked into both of these careers before but am not not sure what to do. Tate and Josiah will both be playing sports for Lebanon also which will be a lot of fun. i invite you to all of their football and basketball games :)! i know that Lebanon will open a lot of doors for me but east linn will always be a place to come home to so everyone that goes to east linn and that reads this will have to have me come and visit for a day okay. i hope to attend formal too! i think that this is a needed change for me, a chance for me to take risks and be out side of my comfort zone and i hope it makes me a stronger person. i cant wait to post about my first day of school! it is sure to be interesting :) so as for me and my life i leave you with this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love you all&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/8144162979078331469-4619091580942358306?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4619091580942358306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4619091580942358306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4619091580942358306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4619091580942358306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-lebanon-go.html' title='Go Lebanon Go'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/So8KKV1I1DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GtKuIt-S_do/s72-c/lebanon-warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-9113637068424080827</id><published>2009-08-18T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:27:51.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby names</title><content type='html'>so you know when you a kid and you find names that you really like and you decide "that is what I'm naming my kid" well i have some names for you guys so tell me which one you like! OK&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Polly&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;Finley&lt;br /&gt;Brinkley&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Rex&lt;br /&gt;Jule&lt;br /&gt;Leni&lt;br /&gt;Nelle&lt;br /&gt;Leonie&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what you think :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-9113637068424080827?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/9113637068424080827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=9113637068424080827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/9113637068424080827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/9113637068424080827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-names.html' title='baby names'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5301495413228750907</id><published>2009-08-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:57:23.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>i am finally home from a long weekend in bend and it was fun but hard. in case you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know i was helping my uncle move and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;babysitting&lt;/span&gt; his kids.&lt;br /&gt;so it is nearing the end of summer.....:( sad but i am really stoked about school and attending sweet home high school :) oh and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; in the last post was i died my hair blonder but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; work out because the lady who got it for me thought that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want it that light so i was kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; okay some other time.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; i really want to get together before the summer is over so i will probably be calling you soon and just in case you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know you can call and invite me to things if you wanted i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really have a schedule.... so if you go and do some thing see if i can tag along.&lt;br /&gt;the state fair is coming up and that will be fun for all of us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; everyone can come to the state fair. it is a blast, i really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why it is so fun because all you do is walk around and buy stuff that you really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need but man is it fun! so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5301495413228750907?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5301495413228750907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5301495413228750907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5301495413228750907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5301495413228750907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6773061609582102425</id><published>2009-08-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:52:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a surprise</title><content type='html'>i have a surprise but i cant tell you what it is and i will post pictures soon..... p.s. micayla i am going to bend this weekend to babysit for my uncle so we will have to get together w/ Justina soon like next week some time. miss you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6773061609582102425?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6773061609582102425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6773061609582102425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6773061609582102425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6773061609582102425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-surprise.html' title='i have a surprise'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4249903016607659984</id><published>2009-08-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:32:34.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For your information</title><content type='html'>this last weekend i was at a rodeo and i found &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cute cowboys.... i had a  lot of fun with my family and heather and Vanya. Vanya and i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun picking out all of the cutest cowboys and heather was having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun thinking about how cute Tate was :)! Saturday he dressed up in his cowboy wardrobe and was asked by a rodeo fan if he was in the line-up (this means that they thought that he was a bull rider and they thought that he was riding) he did pull off the part very well! Sunday we had mac and Austin over and my brothers fun....&lt;br /&gt;um so i don't know if we are going back to east Linn after all... money is getting a little tight...but don't get me discouraged because i will miss you all but i will most likely be attending sweet home high next year... i am kinda excited. it will be an adventure and i am sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; it is not my choice but do know that i love you:) you will be fine without me and Justina i have faith in you ;) and i am kinda at aw of what i will do next year. i do know kids there which will be easier. some time we just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what God is doing in our life and we have to accept the fact and not fight against it because its God and you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; going to win. what else is there to say.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4249903016607659984?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4249903016607659984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4249903016607659984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4249903016607659984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4249903016607659984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-your-information.html' title='For your information'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8931900572443676431</id><published>2009-08-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:02:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blaaahhhh</title><content type='html'>so i decided i better post but i have nothing to post about!!!! man such a boring life!!! JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8931900572443676431?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8931900572443676431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8931900572443676431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8931900572443676431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8931900572443676431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/08/blaaahhhh.html' title='blaaahhhh'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5800965394743862755</id><published>2009-07-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:56:31.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vqiw-Kqtlr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vqiw-Kqtlr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; this will be me one day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5800965394743862755?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5800965394743862755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5800965394743862755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5800965394743862755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5800965394743862755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day.html' title='one day'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7261401228197797932</id><published>2009-07-23T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:17:42.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel this new picture is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; for my day today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7261401228197797932?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7261401228197797932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7261401228197797932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7261401228197797932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7261401228197797932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-this-new-picture-is-appropriet.html' title=''/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4467711953666461354</id><published>2009-07-23T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:09:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH these feelings</title><content type='html'>it started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;which then grew into hope&lt;br /&gt;which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;and then that word grew louder and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until it was a battle cry............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; these feelings sometimes drive me crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask what feelings because they are just the feelings that every one else has........................................ just with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; more thought in it :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just how i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4467711953666461354?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4467711953666461354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4467711953666461354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4467711953666461354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4467711953666461354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhh-these-feelings.html' title='AHHHH these feelings'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1165200291221181713</id><published>2009-07-18T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:09:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont know much about history</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know much about history, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know much biology, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know much about a science book, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know much about the french i took...but i do know how well that Jesus Christ takes care of us. i wish that i could thank him enough for everything that he has given me. i know that in my future that i will make it through anything that happens to me .... i will make it through for sure because of Him and i know that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; if He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; in my life. some things in my life i struggle with and i know that he is always there for me and i some how cant thank him enough. so this is for the Great God Almighty, i thank you for being in my life. so for know i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1165200291221181713?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1165200291221181713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1165200291221181713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1165200291221181713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1165200291221181713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-know-much-about-history.html' title='dont know much about history'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6150035663201094331</id><published>2009-07-16T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:27:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello family</title><content type='html'>this week i spent it with my family in Lincoln city and it was a blast so we got there Tuesday and went and ate at the seven feathers casino and then we went to our hotel room and we unpacked everything we brought then we headed down to the beach yeah!! it was sunny but windy and it was the perfect week to go down there. =) so we swam in the hotels salt water pool? weired huh but it was fun then we went back to the room and chilled for the night. in the morning we got up at seven to go and eat breakfast then we went shopping !!!! YEAH!!!! i was looking forward to that the whole trip and it was a huge mall and my parents let us kids wonder around the mall by ourselves well not really because i had to stay with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mabinty&lt;/span&gt; but it was fun my favorite store was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pacsun&lt;/span&gt; and the Nike outlet. i got some school clothes but not a lot and i got a few shirts oh and a dress but man shopping is tiring. but yeah anyways now i am really bored :) i missed all of my friends so very much and was thinking that we needed to have a class party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6150035663201094331?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6150035663201094331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6150035663201094331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6150035663201094331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6150035663201094331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-family.html' title='Hello family'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4633126746288013158</id><published>2009-07-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:53:53.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmeohmyoh</title><content type='html'>today has been a LONG day so i spent the night at Justina's and at 12:00 this morning watched failure to launch then went to sleep the woke up at 8:34 and like freaked out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Justina wasn't sleeping where she was when i went to sleep so i stood up put my shoes on started heading for the door when i realized that Justina was on the floor and i was about to step on her... but i didn't. anyways i fell back a sleep with my shoes on and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; woke me up at 9:00 when we were supposed to get up. so then they got ready to go hiking at silver creek falls but i didn't go i came home and went to sleep again :) then i woke up ate something edible i don't even remember what then i fell back asleep. then when i finally got up i sprayed sun-in in my hair then when outside and read John 3... no take that back it was John 2 then i when on a walk around our property and then i came back in and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt; my hair... oh i called Austin some time in there to make sure that we were still going swimming tomorrow and i also called my friend Abby that i haven't talked to in a while but she wasn't home. so then my mom called at like three something and told me that i had to do the dishes and at 11:00 tonight they are still not done so i have to do then after this if any one wants to come over and help me they can :) then my mom got home at 7:00 and she made two cakes to bring to my dad at work for his shift not just him then i really don't remember any thing else but i do know that i am really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and that i don't want to do the dishes but i must :) and as for me and my life i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4633126746288013158?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4633126746288013158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4633126746288013158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4633126746288013158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4633126746288013158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohmeohmyoh.html' title='ohmeohmyoh'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1000841057181594388</id><published>2009-07-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:48:51.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sun-in</title><content type='html'>i got sun in in my hair and its supposed to lighten it. it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justinas&lt;/span&gt; idea and i was kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt; at first but then i saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justinas&lt;/span&gt; hair yesterday and i loved it so i went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt; mart yesterday and bought some. and i got my shoes yesterday i was super excited. and i went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonns&lt;/span&gt; house and watched a movie and... saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justina&lt;/span&gt; and now i have to go and mow the lawn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1000841057181594388?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1000841057181594388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1000841057181594388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1000841057181594388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1000841057181594388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-in.html' title='sun-in'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1649594438577689656</id><published>2009-07-05T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:06:55.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>i'm confused at life some things right now in my life are great...and the other three quarters sucks. but i guess thats just how life is! AHHH. i am so fortunate to have great friends like Justina and Micayla :) and to have great parents that sometimes i dont fully understand but they always keep me guessing. i guess thats just what parents do! i had a good fourth of july: first i woke up way to early to please my father but not early enough for him then i mowed the lawn with a push lawner HAVE you seen our lawn its crazy big but luckly i didnt have to mow it all by myself. then i went to the bates and had a blast but the fire works suckkkkeeeddd so yepp and as for me and my life i am left confused so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1649594438577689656?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1649594438577689656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1649594438577689656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1649594438577689656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1649594438577689656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1096988106124230757</id><published>2009-07-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:27:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.P.</title><content type='html'>OK so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i had this really cool meaning for tip but know i forgot it :( but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because i had a really good day with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micayla&lt;/span&gt; and Kyle and Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seward&lt;/span&gt; at the lake and ya... this creepy girl came up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i while we were walking to the bathroom and shes like hey i have a friend and he is looking for girls numbers so do you have one that i could give to him? and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i are like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pshhh&lt;/span&gt; no and then we saw her again and she was sitting by herself in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; and she like stared at s while we walked by!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAAAAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;creeppy&lt;/span&gt;. and ya so i got a sun tan a few days ago and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lotioned&lt;/span&gt; it every day so that it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; peel and today IT peeled i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;! OH Lebanon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; weird to the extreme i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know why some one would want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to live&lt;/span&gt; here! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i were kindly observing the people in the lake and man there are some weird people floating around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; you get it...floating in foster &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;? i felt bad because i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to go tubing with Kyle but he said he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care i hope he really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; that ... oh then  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i were on the tube with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ellis&lt;/span&gt; and he was in the middle but ALL OF A SUDDEN the three person tube starts to sink and it was totally submersed in the water then we got our heads above water to see what had happened then we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that the rope that was pulling us had broke!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scarry&lt;/span&gt; then we put the other rope on and we got back onto the tube and then i am not quite sure what happened but it sounded like  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sshwwwishshwwwwwwwishhhhshhshshvroom&lt;/span&gt; or something then we realized that the little bag that the tube was in had exploded and that ruined the tubing for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and i for the rest of the day but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;...... i know that it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go in quite that order but close, oh then somewhere in there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;invented&lt;/span&gt; a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;. bread, mustered, turkey, tortilla chips, and SALSA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; and my shoes still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; hear :( and so for now i leave you with this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1096988106124230757?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1096988106124230757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1096988106124230757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1096988106124230757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1096988106124230757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/tip.html' title='T.I.P.'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5988339982922993295</id><published>2009-07-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:21:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i got a new pair of shoes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;, and i needed them and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; gotten them yet but i paid for the shoes they just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been delivered. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so excited i love order thing online its so fun. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; show you a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkuniWY38cI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UA8SoGX0kmM/s1600-h/shelbys+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353556790627267010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkuniWY38cI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UA8SoGX0kmM/s320/shelbys+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; i hope that we can go boating with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and kyle but the boat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; seem to be working right but if we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; go tubing i am still going to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt;. I HAVE TO!! i have something to give her...besides a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gazillion&lt;/span&gt; hugs =) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micayla&lt;/span&gt;: i miss you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the fourth of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; weekend is coming up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; exciting i hope i get to see some of my friends...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; i have NOTHING TO DO with my life!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5988339982922993295?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5988339982922993295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5988339982922993295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5988339982922993295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5988339982922993295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/07/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkuniWY38cI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UA8SoGX0kmM/s72-c/shelbys+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-2074983593832029862</id><published>2009-06-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:09:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh  getting older</title><content type='html'>i just got back from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; party and had a blast...only because i got attention from the five guys that were there! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; no but seriously &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;. no but it was fun i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; seen this family in a long time so it was nice to catch up and i hope i will be able to see them more this summer! well i hope i will be able to see all of my friends more often this summer! i miss them all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; badly =( but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what to do because if my parents say no they mean it and there is no changing their mind then my friends are all like "Why not" or "how come" and if there is a reason i cant go like my parents had something planed or something but sometimes they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a reason and its just no and my friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand and sometimes i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just one of the things that i am leaving up to Jesus and my parents and i am not going to try any more. . . this is to Kyle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micayla&lt;/span&gt; so you know how you guys what me to walk around town with you guys well i cant because my parents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want me to walk around town without an adult so if you read this post then i would hope that you wont ask why not, or say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; stupid because it is my parents decision and i have to obey that but like i said some of their decisions i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even understand but i hope i will see the value of this when i am older and when i am a parent. love you all and for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-2074983593832029862?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/2074983593832029862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=2074983593832029862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2074983593832029862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2074983593832029862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahh-getting-older.html' title='ahh  getting older'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6921309407641092168</id><published>2009-06-27T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:45:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloe vera me!</title><content type='html'>today in Shelby's life she got a sunburn and...had to babysit two crazy boys who were jumping off the tops of ladders and who were throwing the cat around by it front leg :(she tried to stop this madness but failed) and Shelby also is very tired and is going to go and watch school of rock but she has  never seen it before and she is a little bit scared. Shelby will post again tomorrow and tell you all about what happened today :) she also got her bangs cut again YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6921309407641092168?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6921309407641092168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6921309407641092168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6921309407641092168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6921309407641092168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/aloe-vera-me.html' title='Aloe vera me!'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1552832821766328310</id><published>2009-06-22T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:48:49.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not without my brother</title><content type='html'>so last night i was laying in bed and i realize that my brothers weren't home from macs where they were watching a movie and then i started to think about if Tate died in a firey crash on his way home or something...it really worried me. it made me think about every thing that i have done with Tate and every thing i want to do with him. i actually found my self crying about it, i know it was silly. i don't know i how i would make it if Tate did die. but luckily he didn't die and he made it home. it still makes me think every thing in my life that is worth telling has Tate in it...OK maybe not every thing but a lot. i love that boy sooo much. Heck i even keep a picture of us in my wallet. if i ever found a boy just like Tate i would marry him! not that i would marry Tate but i would marry someone like him. yes, Tate and i argue but never like fiercely, i have never said that hate that boy i dont think i ever could. i know a lot of you out there that have seen Tate probably dont know what i am talking about but you dont know him like i know him and if you did you would be thinking the same thing...there are so many things in my life, and so many things that i have done that would be a HUGE bore without him. and i am dead serious i would marry the first man that is just like Tate: note i know i will never find one but its worth the try! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;below are some pictures of Tate and I when we were little and a picture of us during spring break this year! (dont laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLWalalI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L3f-UAMvkzQ/s1600-h/Tate_and_Shelby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350286447916444242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLWalalI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L3f-UAMvkzQ/s320/Tate_and_Shelby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i always used to make Tate laugh just by looking at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLkkPHSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KBn1mddEeC8/s1600-h/Tate_Shelby_early_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350286451715022114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLkkPHSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KBn1mddEeC8/s320/Tate_Shelby_early_1995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is Tate and i napping together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLscFexI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vwxuTRMVx1s/s1600-h/Mud+Fight+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350286453828320018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLscFexI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vwxuTRMVx1s/s320/Mud+Fight+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we got in a nasty mud fight :) fun, fun &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/8144162979078331469-1552832821766328310?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1552832821766328310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1552832821766328310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1552832821766328310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1552832821766328310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-without-my-brother.html' title='Not without my brother'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SkAJLWalalI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L3f-UAMvkzQ/s72-c/Tate_and_Shelby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7831892244748986155</id><published>2009-06-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:17:31.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;does anyone out there really know what love is...this confuses me every time i think of it. i wonder if i will ever know what love really is and if i do which type, no i mean like i will love my kids in an different way than i will love my husband and i love my parents in a different way that i love my children or husband and my friends is another kind of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i read in a book that the average human falls in love at least three times in their life, now idk if thats true or not it doesn't sound true but people fall into love and they fall right back out and that does happen all the time or at least they think it happens...unless they were never in love in the first place, but if they were then that would make that theory i read in that book possible because they fall in love at least three times... am i making any sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;my worst fear in the world is never getting married, is never finding that love that you see in the eyes of the newly weds or in the eyes of the old couples that have been together so long but you can still see this sparkle that shows how they feel about each other and how they would never leave each other, my worst fear is never looking into those eyes that were made for me , is growing old alone, is never have the joy of watching your own children grow up. what if God never wanted me to get married...? what if i have ruined the love that i could have had? will any one ever figure out this mystery? isit a mystery or am i thinking to hard again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;for now i leave you with this &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7831892244748986155?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7831892244748986155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7831892244748986155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7831892244748986155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7831892244748986155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html' title='what is love'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3290659712286710603</id><published>2009-06-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:42:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND-AIDS</title><content type='html'>right now i am wearing three band aids. one on my left hand middle finger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knuckle&lt;/span&gt;, which has an infected &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; on it from an evil metal door, then i have one on each of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elbows&lt;/span&gt;, i got those from tubing yesterday. so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; this trimming around the tube and when i was tubing and going over all of the bumps in the water the trimming rubbed my elbows raw and they are really sore. :( there is this blog i follow that my mom found and its called My Charming kids and its about this mom who has four kids that she posts about all the time but the littlest one has a heart disease and he is only like seven months old ( he was born with the disease) anyways he is in the hospital and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; doing very well. so if you guys could pray for him, his name is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stellan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my brothers are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; to go and spend the night at macs house with a bunch of other guys. today i made chocolate chip cookies. today i had two otter pops. today i took a nap. today i miss school. today i am wearing my new plaid purple and black shorts (no, they are not like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Codi's&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle posted yesterday about dieing and i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about that, well i have thought about that before but anyways... you know how at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funerals&lt;/span&gt; someone always says " I know they are probably looking down on us and laughing..." i want big posters of me laughing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; so when someone does say that, that they do look up and see me laughing... anyways and i want people to cry at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; it would make me feel loved even though when someone i know is crying from hurt i start to cry. when i die i want people to come up and tell funny stories about me, because then the people at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; wont get bored because i am just so interesting. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you hate it when you are at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; for someone that you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know and you get really bored well that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to me once and at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want anyone to feel that way. and so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3290659712286710603?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3290659712286710603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3290659712286710603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3290659712286710603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3290659712286710603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/band-aids.html' title='BAND-AIDS'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3627749708130940938</id><published>2009-06-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:17:59.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple and round</title><content type='html'>today i went tubing for the first time in about 4 years. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. it was a blast. the tube was purple and round hence the title. we got the boat from a friend of my dads. and he gave it to us. that was cool. but anyways i will have to take everyone of my friends with my at one time or another. while i was tubing i found myself making car noises like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt; pretty cool huh. i also had a problem letting go. seriously i could not for the life of me let go of the tube until it stopped. weird i know. oh and when we were out on the lake the people out there were all really nice because you would look over and they would always wave it was cool. . . anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i have longer post when i have been thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, and i realize i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; because my posts are really short. so i am going to have to start thinking more! but for now i leave you with this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3627749708130940938?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3627749708130940938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3627749708130940938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3627749708130940938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3627749708130940938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/purple-and-round.html' title='Purple and round'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-2380368079604540978</id><published>2009-06-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:58:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable at best</title><content type='html'>right now i am listening to Miserable at best by mayday parade its a really good song. But i just got back from youth group and it was fine nothing great...pretty normal. i got home and had a blue otter pop,had some asparagus, talked to my daddy a little then e-mailed kyle, oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; e-mailed me and he might be going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; for a swim meet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; him. today actually ended up to be a good day. poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;janae&lt;/span&gt; here face is swollen from poison oak. i got to talk to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kimber&lt;/span&gt; she said she had a blog but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find it. oh well...cant wait to go to the movies with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt;. Tate caught this Huge fish and was super proud of it. i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what else to say tonight so for now i leave you with this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-2380368079604540978?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/2380368079604540978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=2380368079604540978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2380368079604540978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2380368079604540978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable at best'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6234345485954476121</id><published>2009-06-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:30:17.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day</title><content type='html'>i didn't get to go to Austins yesterday which sucks but i might be able to go tomorrow, who knows. so i changed the name of my blog because yesterday i was thinking about my career and how i wanted to get married when i was in collage but not have kids until i was out of collage and had my career established but to fulfill the career i want to as a criminal psychologist i would have to go through at the most eight years of collage. so if i get married at twenty two that would be like my first year of collage about then i would have seven more years of collage and one year to get my career established and so that leaves me at thirty and no kids and i know that i wouldn't be able to handle that especially if i want six children. so that's where i stand. that is why i have an ever changing destiny. but anyway that explains that. so today i went shopping for a swim suit and found one. yay! and i also got some new summer clothes. yay again! i am hoping to go to youth group tonight but i don't know if my dad will let me. we also went to this veggie store that sells a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables and we got ASPARAGUS. i love that stuff so right now i am steaming some. yummy i will post later but for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6234345485954476121?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6234345485954476121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6234345485954476121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6234345485954476121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6234345485954476121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8601025734567652983</id><published>2009-06-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:10:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one</title><content type='html'>so i found this website that sells these really cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clutches&lt;/span&gt; and i really want one but they run at about $75.00 but you can check them out here &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5429379"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5429379&lt;/a&gt; i do realize that the guys probably &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find this interesting but it would make a great birthday present for your mommy. :) and so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8601025734567652983?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8601025734567652983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8601025734567652983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8601025734567652983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8601025734567652983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-one.html' title='I want one'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1946391799725212575</id><published>2009-06-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:36:40.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick note</title><content type='html'>Uhhhhg i woke up way to early,, my allergies are acting up, have dishes to do, and is freezing cold... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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note'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7825377275039473897</id><published>2009-06-13T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:59:19.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead dog gone</title><content type='html'>at about 3:16 our little dog died, our little cute little chocolate lab died but she came back to life. my brother was fishing at the pond with Big Mac and his little brother and sister and they here our dog "Willow" barking like crazy then they heard a scream then they heard nothing. well cougars scream and that's what the screaming was and thy thought that a cougar had attacked our doggy but no the dog scared away the cougar and our dog got tangled in a fence the sheriff came out and went up on the hill with Josiah and a gun they came down with willow and she wasn't injured at all which was good but we still have to trap the cougar and it could be dangerous that could be bad. so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7825377275039473897?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7825377275039473897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7825377275039473897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i am soo bored right now  have nothing to do i already went on a bicycle ride today with my sister and that was fun i woke up early and got in the shower. oh and yesterday i made a hemp bracelet and it seems to be changing colors but i think that's cuz of my sunless tanning lotion. i am highly contemplating changing the name of my blog. one reason would be because everyone else has been (but then again i shouldn't follow the trend) and the second reason is because i am getting tired if the name. but then again that could be bad if i cant make up my mind on a blog name how am i ever going to be able to name my children! and so since i said i would not spend so much time on the computer i will say one more thing for now i leave you with this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3299973363545496632?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4439948087514682117</id><published>2009-06-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:44:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dieting and big messes</title><content type='html'>i have decided to start myself on a diet so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;i will work out for an hour a day ( hopefully i can go to Austins :)) &lt;br /&gt;i will eat proportioned meals&lt;br /&gt;i will not eat chocolate (which is easy because chocolate is not my favorite food)&lt;br /&gt;i will not eat after nine o'clock p.m.(Tonns idea)&lt;br /&gt;i will drink four 24oz water bottles a day&lt;br /&gt;i will not drink soda &lt;br /&gt;i will not sit on the computer as much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now our living room is full of stuff for our garage sale which is good because i love garage sales but anyway there is a lot of stuff that we need to get rid of. that is the first big mess. then i cleaned the next big mess up, that would be my bedroom it was a mess ask micayla but now it is nice and clean. yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4439948087514682117?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4439948087514682117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4439948087514682117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4439948087514682117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4439948087514682117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dieting-and-big-messes.html' title='dieting and big messes'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3455843234496805210</id><published>2009-06-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:11:48.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at my house</title><content type='html'>so yesterday there was this huge surprise birthday party that Calvin planned for Austin Warren... but his birthday was like Saturday or something and he turned 17 but Austin Bates birthday was yesterday and he came to the party too.  it was lots of fun and if you weren't invited its because Calvin didn't invite you. sorry. and i really really want to have a class party. um yeah so micayla came over last night and we talked a lot and we both decided that we wanted a class party real bad so i thought i read that Derek was going to have a class party. am i right Derek? any ways yesterday also opened my eyes to something i have never realized before it was a great thing but also will case some bumps and bruises in some of my friendships. it has nothing to do with Micayla, Justina, Katie, Kyle, Derek or Christina.  and it doesn't have to do with a lot of other people but i don't want to name them all because it would take a long time. i want to go shopping but i have no money. or at least until June 24 when i get money from babysitting. then i will go shopping. Justina is leaving i am sad. i am going to some of my old friends house this weekend so don't have the party this weekend and plan it when Justina can come she gets back on the Fourth of July so maybe we could have it on the fifth. idk&lt;br /&gt;so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3455843234496805210?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3455843234496805210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3455843234496805210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3455843234496805210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3455843234496805210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-at-my-house.html' title='Party at my house'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5115768299841200867</id><published>2009-06-09T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:54:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHMILY</title><content type='html'>SHMILY&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.&lt;br /&gt;They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily"was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened.Grandma was gone.&lt;br /&gt;"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.&lt;br /&gt;S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Jeanne Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5115768299841200867?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5115768299841200867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5115768299841200867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5115768299841200867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5115768299841200867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/shmily.html' title='SHMILY'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5472732127634444046</id><published>2009-06-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:50:27.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel free</title><content type='html'>it makes me sooo happy that people are starting more blogs. today is my grandpas birthday i don't know how old he is though but he is pretty old. i cant believe my life is flying by me it makes me sad i kinda wish i was like peter pan but kinda not because i want to grow up so badly and i want to pursue a life and a career and a family so badly. any who i was saying it was my granddaddy's birthday and in a hour or so i am going to his house for strawberry shortcake first this season. i miss school with all my heart and i wish that people didn't have to change well if they did change that they changed for the better. i painted my nails pink like a baby pink. after i post this i am going to post a story i heard and you better read it because when i read it it made me cry its very powerful. ooh and you know how i used to always put and for now i leave you with this well i am going to start doing that again so for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5472732127634444046?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5472732127634444046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5472732127634444046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5472732127634444046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5472732127634444046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-free.html' title='i feel free'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7353715072676219269</id><published>2009-06-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:33:33.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now im scared</title><content type='html'>OK I'm not really scared but i am now a sophomore and have nothing to do with my life. its Monday morning and i should be at school or at least it feels like i should be. but I'm not. Tate got a face book so now i am going to have to get one to keep in touch with my friends. i went to the fair and did not have fun at all. i didn't ride any ride or see any one that i wanted to see except Hali whom i haven seen in a while. and you know when you see someone you know and they just ignore you. it is sooo frustrating well now that school is out i don't have anything to right about. this last weekend i spent with Micayla, Justina, and Katie. it was fun though all we ate was pasta and ice cream and otter pops. yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7353715072676219269?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7353715072676219269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7353715072676219269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7353715072676219269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7353715072676219269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-im-scared.html' title='now im scared'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5931285442455993452</id><published>2009-06-05T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:02:08.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried today...</title><content type='html'>I cried today i told myself oh it wont be hard i wont cry but i couldn't help myself then my crying made Micayla and Zac cry too. i will miss them both soooo much next year and everyone else. there was still so many people that i didn't get to say goodbye to. i was reading a blog and the author was talking about how he was planing on posting about all of his classmates and i think that's a GREAT idea. he is a genius! but anyway I'll do that later. today was the last day of school and we went to each class for 15 minutes, turned in our books and left with a teacher signature. way cool huhh. i took food from the student store. it was fun. i gave lots and lots of hugs but not as much as i would have liked to give. so at the end of the day we had this really stupid Assembly and then i hugged Haley and i started to cry and cry i tried to hide it but it didn't work then i went and hugged KP and i started crying more. but yeah i will miss that place and EVERYONE in it with all of my heart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5931285442455993452?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5931285442455993452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5931285442455993452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5931285442455993452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5931285442455993452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cried-today.html' title='I cried today...'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4578122318606221135</id><published>2009-06-03T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:01:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the need for change</title><content type='html'>i felt the need for change on my blog. like it or not? tell me if you do or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;. thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4578122318606221135?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4578122318606221135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4578122318606221135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4578122318606221135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4578122318606221135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-changes-tell-me-if-you-do-or-dont.html' title='the need for change'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-2361616732505039076</id><published>2009-06-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:47:53.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the scary part is over</title><content type='html'>finally the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;-est part of the year is over. FINALS are over well except for an easy one tomorrow in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. toady i aced my science test and i did fairly well on my math and the bible i got 90% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i forgot the line "and you are witnesses of these things" but oh well.  then was thee most dreaded test of all...spanish...dun dun dun and Mr.Baker had us correct the test in class so that the person who was correcting your test knew what your grade was. stupid huh. well i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; scarred to see what my grade was that i told the person correcting mine not to tell me or any one else... i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frightened&lt;/span&gt; but from what i have heard every one did pretty bad. i really deeply and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passionately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-2361616732505039076?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/2361616732505039076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=2361616732505039076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2361616732505039076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/2361616732505039076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-part-is-over.html' title='the scary part is over'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8501605187899952488</id><published>2009-06-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:42:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the life of...</title><content type='html'>for those of you guys who didn't know and those of you guys who want to know right now... well after i finish posting i will be continually studying for finals tomorrow. mostly Spanish and science but yeah that's whats happening in the life of me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8501605187899952488?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8501605187899952488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8501605187899952488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8501605187899952488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8501605187899952488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-life-of.html' title='in the life of...'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-4039664354711154077</id><published>2009-06-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:35:53.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazy Daze</title><content type='html'>these are the days in my life that i probably never remember but were also a blast. i wish that i could remember every thing that ever happened in my life. i am so blessed to have a life like mine.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: tons of my friends were over for a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; fire and i got to make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; mad and i got to hang out with Calvin i got to go 4 wheeling with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt; and altogether it was just a good night i was also up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; two A.M.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; there was a bunch of my parents friends out to the house and they all fished and i woke up at eight and i got to hang out with Calvin again and i got tons of bug bites and i got LEMONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: i slept in for once... i also painted my nails Red and sparkly!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Today: i forgot all of my stuff at home so i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do in science then in math i shared the teachers edition with Justina and in bible i passed notes with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonn&lt;/span&gt; and yeah we cubed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micayla&lt;/span&gt; and she found herself as an ice cube... weired &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huhh&lt;/span&gt; then in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; i sit next to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micayla&lt;/span&gt; and we were passing notes about i really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember what but it was fun then in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; started writing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; with Chance, Marshall, And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but it was fun stuff then i messed around the rest of the day and did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing. i can not express how much i love my life right now and i hope that nothing changes only i get older and i grow more and have more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; to share... i know this is a boring post and i hope that every one who reads this has a great day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4039664354711154077?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4039664354711154077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4039664354711154077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4039664354711154077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/4039664354711154077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/06/cazy-daze.html' title='Cazy Daze'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6538448354973488520</id><published>2009-05-28T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:59:56.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAL DAY PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is my cousin Tyler and his rad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YXW0SFkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v6PhQ6LTJro/s1600-h/100_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084841369802306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YXW0SFkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v6PhQ6LTJro/s320/100_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is Gabe, Tyler's little brother and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fishin&lt;/span&gt;' in the pond with no hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YW9_79dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E4Q1bwyCGkA/s1600-h/100_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084834707797458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YW9_79dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E4Q1bwyCGkA/s320/100_2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tate and Josiah playing basketball! Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YWhXNO9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/U-PyQvx0WvE/s1600-h/100_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084827020770258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YWhXNO9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/U-PyQvx0WvE/s320/100_2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylynn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9W_LVQWFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/goyTWCMtpYo/s1600-h/100_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341083326458386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9W_LVQWFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/goyTWCMtpYo/s320/100_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9WxflpKCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yBksYHs8KHs/s1600-h/100_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341083091377661986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9WxflpKCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yBksYHs8KHs/s320/100_2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather's kitten, Bella, fast asleep and my dad molding her paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9Wm0WlfiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Eje92j0PlcM/s1600-h/100_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082907973090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9Wm0WlfiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Eje92j0PlcM/s320/100_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane telling Chase to, "Kiss the FISH. Kiss the FISH" which he did after I snapped the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9WbBxWvEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u98Oz-NJfqk/s1600-h/100_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082705416600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9WbBxWvEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u98Oz-NJfqk/s320/100_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8144162979078331469-6538448354973488520?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6538448354973488520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6538448354973488520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6538448354973488520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6538448354973488520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-pics.html' title='MEMORIAL DAY PICS'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sh9YXW0SFkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v6PhQ6LTJro/s72-c/100_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5640674482063918226</id><published>2009-05-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:05:24.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>to day was memorial day for you guys that didn't know it . and we had a lot of people over to our house and a lot of food My Aunt and Uncle came over and their four kids then my other Uncle came over and he brought his daughter then my grandparents came out and my dads friend/boss came out with his wife and two boys then another of my dads friends came out with his two boys and them Heather came out and Calvin came out for a little while after going and seeing his aunt and then Austin and Kaitlynn came out and there were about four basketball games total today they were awesome we as in Calvin, Josiah, Austin, Kaitlynn, and I went four wheeling on our hill and had a blast. we also roasted marshmallows and ate a lot of food. i love this time of year. i think i got a tan too!! i am going to go and take a shower now because after a day of young children and fishing and dusty basketball games and lots of food it is time to take a shower. i cant wait to go to school but then again i can... i will post some pictures of today.... or not technical difficulty #1 i will try to post them later, sorry they were great pictures to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5640674482063918226?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5640674482063918226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5640674482063918226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5640674482063918226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5640674482063918226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6460160100420840443</id><published>2009-05-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:45:24.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream</title><content type='html'>so today after i start and finish my persuasive paper that is due Tuesday in English i have to make a butt load of ice cream. yes homemade ice cream it could be fun because i get to test taste all of them but it will be a lot of work JK OK i better go and get started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6460160100420840443?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6460160100420840443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6460160100420840443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6460160100420840443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6460160100420840443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-cream.html' title='Ice cream'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8850752386958270420</id><published>2009-05-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:59:19.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teen idol</title><content type='html'>i worked my butt of to get all my missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; in and it paid off... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;! so after the slip and slide at school i went to our store with is very boring so i took a nap. then at 5:45 we left to go and get Taylor and sawyer and i saw April she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; look very healthy(sad) but then we took sawyer to his dads house then headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corvallis&lt;/span&gt; to watch teen idol. we got there and sat down. i sat next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; and kyle it was fun and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Justina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; came and kyle moved so i could sit next to them which was nice but i kinda felt left. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Megen&lt;/span&gt; sang and she looked great and did great then it was the ten minute break and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; asked me to go to the movies with him and a bunch of friends i knew the answer was no so i told him i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a ride home and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; so it looked like he could live with that. then Calvin and i went for a walk and it was very effective and needed so that was good. we got back from out walk and were late, every one else was seated and there was a band playing so i sat down next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;micayla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Justina&lt;/span&gt; again then Taylor sang and it gave me goosebumps it was so good the judges liked it too. so long story short Taylor and Megan got second and first. it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8850752386958270420?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8850752386958270420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8850752386958270420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8850752386958270420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/8850752386958270420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/teen-idol_23.html' title='teen idol'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5246646472467624377</id><published>2009-05-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:12:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots changing around me</title><content type='html'>i cant believe that my freshman year in high school is almost over. wow. that's kinda depressing to think about. i just finished watching William Beckett on YouTube. dang he is yummy. i will not be attending East Linn Christian Academy next year and that is hard for me to bare.but i know i am going to make it through it...somehow? i don't know how yet? i don't know what my life will be like without my friends at elca. i will be attending a free online school that you only have to go to school for five hours a day and i can take french, German, Latin, or Spanish. i get to do it all from home, which is cool. i hope that since i wont really have a social life that my parents will let me do a lot more with my friends that i will need to rely on if i am home schooled. so many things are going to change and my friends are going to change and I'm scared that they will move and leave me hanging i wont be there every day with them just thinking about this makes me sad. i am looking at this "new school"as a opportunity to fulfill my future goals. i am going to miss the people that i used to hate. OK i never hated anyone and one of my biggest fears it that i will loose a very dear friend of mine that i might seem that i don't like. but i hate to loose a friendship over a stupid relationship (OK it was not stupid it was a learning experience)and since he wont be coming back i hope that he wont think of me as a mistake and that he will remember the times that we shared together and smile. i don't want to leave a bad indent on him i am kinda missing him right now and all the other people that i wont see next year. i will miss you kyle, and i will miss you Christina and detention and cwc (thinking about detention makes me laugh) i hope that you guys are both very successful in your future life and i know that the world is not over and i know we will keep contact but i want you to know that i Love you. i feel bad that i didn't do more in the last year. i feel foolish that i didn't take all the risks that i could have and get suspended for chewing gum and i wish i would have danced in the rain with my friend hopefully it rains on a school day before the end of the year. i could talk about every one of my friends for hours but i want to thank micayla and Justina for noticing me and taking me under their wings i love you guys both and i know that we will be together as much as my parents allow this summer. maybe i will run away to your guys house and crawl in to your  bed with you in the morning when you least expect it. i cant wait to share more memories with you guys and Justina  we are going to have to buy three exercise balls and show micayla all our tricks i miss you guys and i am going to go to bed now but for now i leave you with this ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5246646472467624377?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5661261281134960199</id><published>2009-05-19T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:22:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it friday yet.</title><content type='html'>OK so i think right now my mom is ordering port-a-pottys for a thing going on at our house. oh no she is planing on moving this piano of my grandmas. so today it rained a lot and a lot at lunch in-particularly and i walked the track with Derek cause he was having "problems" so i was there to comfort him. he is OK now. tomorrow i am going to have a picnic at school with all of my friends OK not all of them but most of them and i am going to wear a summer dress hopefully it will be sunny and today Katie had to break up with Calvin because of her cousin and her dad. she was sad all day. if i were her i would be sad to especially if it was my first boy friend. i have to go and do some math homework that cant be late then i have to straighten my hair. what fun and for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5661261281134960199?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5661261281134960199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5661261281134960199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5661261281134960199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337007503379797890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDcDDKMF4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kDu_KEWCD4M/s320/darling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is me at about 16 months old i won a beauty conntest for this photo shoot &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008082296913586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDckvyyPrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JjHsQliL6pA/s320/josiah_the_cowboy_on_swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is Josiah at about 7 as a cowboy &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008550804332994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDdABHqIcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j7PMRwVRHPg/s320/mabinty_at_desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is Mabinty after she came to our family from Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008843765460338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDdREfCLXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5KjVzilUSA/s320/Tate_hunter_and_rebel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is tate hiding in the dog house with his only friends because i wasnt born yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337009156855097794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDdjS1a6cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VxFNzCQrijo/s320/Tate_and_Shelby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is my best friend or at least was when i was two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 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us'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/ShDcDDKMF4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kDu_KEWCD4M/s72-c/darling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-6998427127151385398</id><published>2009-05-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:47:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cucumbers and popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was the fine arts festival and it was good except it would have to be one of my worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; ever. then after we had a little party and before when i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be practicing i was in the art class listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dane&lt;/span&gt; cook. it was good. i woke up the next day very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and happy though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; that cubed kyle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;. priceless times. oh we finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cyrano&lt;/span&gt; and i loved every minute of it. in fact i wrote the last line one my arm... "my unstained plume, my pride, my pose, my lifelong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that just breath taking, to me it was but i am going to go into town today to my grandparents house for a little while, while i watch my brothers work.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the weather i am so blessed to have a creator that would show us all this Sun  THANK YOU JESUS!! the weather reminded me of summer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt; reminded me of cucumbers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;! oh and heather got a cute little kitten named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Winnifred&lt;/span&gt; and so for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-6998427127151385398?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/6998427127151385398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=6998427127151385398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6998427127151385398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/6998427127151385398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/cucumbers-and-popsicles.html' title='cucumbers and popsicles'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-7083317617121258339</id><published>2009-05-12T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:37:40.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eraser shavings and mint gum</title><content type='html'>i had a great day today, i don't know what was different about today but whatever it was it was good. a good friend of mine found herself a boyfriend and she is so happy. way to go Katie!:) that's one of the reasons my day was good but i decided i need a boyfriend... you know someone that is kind and sweet and compliments me and someone i can look pretty for and some one to give hugs to or someone to spend time with, or someone that likes me for who i am and someone that thinks I'm pretty too. but i guess every teenage girl struggles through this or so I'm told. yes i do realize that i don't need a boyfriend to fulfill any of these, but ... OK so I'll get over it. Spanish was the best today i don't know why because i HATE Spanish but something about today was good. this is also where i get my title. so i was widdleing away a hole in the middle of one of those pink pearl erasers that kyle had kindly lent me to destroy, and with all of the eraser shavings that i had collected from my time widdleing (and trust me there was ALOT) i secretively swept onto to the floor right under my lovely feet that at the time were a bit clammy, and so anyways the laughing started and kyle and i shared this moment of laughter for about uhhh one minute and one half, but at the end of class i showed micayla and she's like lets blow on it so she blows a few normal size breaths out on the heap of shavings and i quietly gather a huge breath and let it all go... my gum had been hiding in the back of my left and right cheek this hold time and as i let that breath go some hove my gum escapes out of my mouth and lands right on top of the tile that was lieing on the ground and then the laughing was louder and added by micaylas laughter to hhhuuuuuuuuhhhhh. yeah try to picture that one. then i went and ate lunch.. then i went  to English then i went to weight lifting then i went to choir and then my day at school at least was done. oh and Mrs.grove is going to be a GRANDMA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-7083317617121258339?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/7083317617121258339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=7083317617121258339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7083317617121258339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/7083317617121258339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/eraser-shavings-and-mint-gum.html' title='eraser shavings and mint gum'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-1823265092451840471</id><published>2009-05-09T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:00:24.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i got home with a roaring headache and fell fastly asleep on the couch. i felt horrible.so that is why i didn't post yesterday. but besides my sickness i had a great day yesterday. although it was the last day of spirit week, our team left with a big boom. all ten of us dressed like men and all ten  of us had drawn on facial hair to honor facial hair Friday. Brenna was putting facial hair on Ali in the morning with eyeliner and scratched her face all up. Brenna afterwards felt horrible. the track team left for districts yesterday morning and are gone today too. good luck and i hope you guys kick butt. today i feel a lot better and i am going to go and babysit these little angels that in October of last year lit their families corn field on fire so please remember to keep me in your prayers and if i don't come to school on Monday then i probably have been tortured to death by the eight and three year old boys that i baby sit.&lt;br /&gt;can anyone believe that we have three weeks left of school before we are free to destroy the world with our presents. oh man i cant wait. after next year my brothers will be out of the house and struggling on their own. it will be different. i will try to post again later tonight if i survive the the boys i am babysitting... but for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1823265092451840471?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1823265092451840471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1823265092451840471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1823265092451840471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1823265092451840471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3570148723394672407</id><published>2009-05-07T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:03:20.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shoot</title><content type='html'>so i decided that i can never take pictures that i like so i took a bunch of picture after schooland some of them turned out ok but some of them didnt. and also after school i had a cup of tea. it was good i hadent had one in a while. later i will post again........ but for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3570148723394672407?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3570148723394672407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3570148723394672407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3570148723394672407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3570148723394672407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-shoot.html' title='photo shoot'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-9002632273597853347</id><published>2009-05-06T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:52:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after cinco de mayo... 5/6/09</title><content type='html'>the day today was really good except he fact that micayla got really mad at justina and i today. that tends to put a lot of stress on you but the pro-life day was fun and we got second place. oh and today i had detention for chewing gum. MR.baker caught me. but detention was a blast. ms.vanessen got mad at us for enjoying our time in detention which i guess we are not suppose to do. but anyways Christina and i had fun oh and jamba juice is coming to our school for the walk-a-thon woot woot. and all day my vision in my left eye was blurred don't ask me why cuz i don't know. i just thought i would share that with you. and you know what i don't get why do they always have the same sample pictures on every computer. i hope you enjoy the sample pictures below...(i know this is a little bit random but i think that the whole world should realize this)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdemVcXJI/AAAAAAAAACo/p85Kc_yKm9U/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332857320283856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdemVcXJI/AAAAAAAAACo/p85Kc_yKm9U/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdafmlefI/AAAAAAAAACg/YO-ZMemcX68/s1600-h/Blue+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332857249757231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdafmlefI/AAAAAAAAACg/YO-ZMemcX68/s320/Blue+hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdUEKzCCI/AAAAAAAAACY/v50-00ds7pI/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332857139313707042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdUEKzCCI/AAAAAAAAACY/v50-00ds7pI/s320/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdNUMzPoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ReTaG5YDPuU/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332857023357992578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdNUMzPoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ReTaG5YDPuU/s320/Winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and for now i leave you with this&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-9002632273597853347?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/9002632273597853347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=9002632273597853347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/9002632273597853347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/9002632273597853347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-after-cinco-de-mayo-5609.html' title='the day after cinco de mayo... 5/6/09'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/SgIdemVcXJI/AAAAAAAAACo/p85Kc_yKm9U/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5078443100072591383</id><published>2009-05-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:58:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool quiz</title><content type='html'>i took this quiz on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; (even though that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;) for the perfect match for me and this is what it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match is someone who is witty, outgoing and enjoys life. This person is the life of the party, has a great sense of humor and lights up the room with their smile. They communicate well and have a great connection with friends, family and their co-workers. Everyone is drawn to them and there is that special shine that you see in their eyes that tells you that they don't take one minute of life for granted. This person will sweep you off your feet, tell you exactly how they feel and are not shy to hug or kiss you in public. The top traits they are looking for in a mate is someone who is open to new ideas, is eager to live life to the fullest, will openly adore them and is confident.They love adventure, the outdoors and animals and if they discover you are interested in something, they will love that too! They are keen to get to know you and will quickly fall madly in love you for your personality, your smile and even just the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt; so i thought i would share that with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to day was fun and i am more excited for tomorrow because we in our walk-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; team are dressing up like pregnant people.&lt;br /&gt;today after school i watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mulan&lt;/span&gt; and it was pretty good because i haven't seen it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.macs daughter had her baby and i was pretty excited. now my brother is standing right in front of me with a ninja suit on because tomorrow he is going to school as a ninja. he looks pretty nice. he got all of his props from my dad who used to be a ninja...well an Marshal artist he was pretty good at it to but old age has kind of taken affect.&lt;br /&gt;oh this is exciting we had homemade enchiladas for dinner and they were tasty.&lt;br /&gt;and for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-5078443100072591383?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5078443100072591383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5078443100072591383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5078443100072591383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5078443100072591383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/cool-quiz.html' title='cool quiz'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-5945824196318172969</id><published>2009-05-04T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:38:24.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formal pictures!!</title><content type='html'>this is my class... and i am the one with the huge eyes:)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sf-mGQGrJDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xHZ34kbdWZA/s1600-h/elca+2009+scary+shelby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163110162342962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sf-mGQGrJDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xHZ34kbdWZA/s320/elca+2009+scary+shelby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sf-lzDjfQOI/AAAAAAAAACA/xvgzqirM9io/s1600-h/ELCA+2009+formal+-+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162780376023266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sf-lzDjfQOI/AAAAAAAAACA/xvgzqirM9io/s320/ELCA+2009+formal+-+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; from left to right Katie, Micayla, Justina, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8144162979078331469-5945824196318172969?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/5945824196318172969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=5945824196318172969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5945824196318172969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/5945824196318172969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/formal-pictures.html' title='formal pictures!!'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/Sf-mGQGrJDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xHZ34kbdWZA/s72-c/elca+2009+scary+shelby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-812287577988613932</id><published>2009-05-04T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:06:42.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day</title><content type='html'>well i just got out of the shower and it felt really good. all the rain today made me sad. and today was plastic wrap day for the walk-a-thon spirit week and it wasn't fun at all i was uncomfortable and self conscience all first and second period. oh and i hate the walk-a-thon because i get pushed into doing things i don't want to do and theres all this drama and people fight over the stupidest things and there is all of this competitiveness that one team has to be better than the other and it is really getting on my nerves and i just want to quite and i seem to be loosing friends by the day now except to day Zach was better which was good and i got to talk to kyle but i miss Justina a lot maybe it would be good if i didn't come back next year. maybe it would be my new start and maybe it would be the adventure that i need to get me out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to make a ham sandwich for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;oh and so today after school i saw my brother and his girlfriend talking to chance and as i walk by they leave right in front of me and chance yells I'll miss you and i look at him and he says oh not you. i think that's one thing that made me the most mad today. i don't know what to do:(&lt;br /&gt;but the funny part is when i am married and raising three kids i wont have to worry about what all my ex-boyfriends think of me and i wont have to worry about all of this walk-a-thon stuff. sometimes i wish i was there already, i wish that i had had my life half way over with sometimes i wish i could just skip the hard stuff but at the same time i love all the challenges that God throws my way and i love all the trails in my easy (compared to most in the world) every day life. but sometimes i don't know if i will ever make it through the day...&lt;br /&gt;and for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-812287577988613932?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-8778040174501738306</id><published>2009-05-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:18:43.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day is over</title><content type='html'>formals over and i had a lot of fun. but i probably had more fun at the dance than formal. the food was really good though. i went to the formal with Katie and at the formal we were counting all the guys that were checking us out...there was about six and the sad part was they all had their own dates. but that's OK Katie and i understood after all we were the hottest girls there:) the dance was a blast i haven't gotten to dance in like forever and it was much needed for our school (in my opinion). i think it kind of got people out of there shell a little bit. OK not everyone but the majority of people there danced even some of the parents that chaperoned. so when i left the house at 12:40 pm on Saturday afternoon till when i got home at 1:04am Sunday morning i had been gone for more than twelve hours. that's insane but i am a freshman and 14 and i like doing stuff like that, that the boring old parents would never do.     i am excited to go to school tomorrow. and for now i leave you with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-8778040174501738306?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/8778040174501738306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=8778040174501738306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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have this thought weighting on my heart... what in my life do i have to complain about i mean i could find anything in this huge world to complain about but instead what about thinking about what in my life i can be thankful for. because there is also the world and everything in it and every one in it to be thankful for. i hope that every one who reads this will think about the people in there life and who you would be today if you didn't have the people around you that you have around you now. its hard to believe that God put everyone in you life for a reason even our worst enemies and its easy to believe that god gave us struggles in your life to watch us suffer or something but he didn't he gave us struggles so that we can turn to him and he can take us in his arms and comfort us. he will carry us through the stuff we can handle, we just have to give our struggles up and lie them at his feet. we were all made in the image of him. we were created by his hand and we are all special to him. psalms 33:8 Let all the earth fear the Lord, let all the inhabitants of the world STAND IN AWE OF HIM. proverbs 3:5 trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding&lt;br /&gt;and for now i leave you with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3073579866467544078?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3073579866467544078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3073579866467544078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3073579866467544078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dancing. it will be fun except the fact that i am not looking forward to dancing with anyone imparticular. but i will post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;i just got finished watching Brainscan. its a weird movie.&lt;br /&gt;last night i was looking at our family geneology book and found out that yes it is true my family comes straight from the heart of Sweden. yeah i thought that was pretty exciting as well. there were some pretty funny looking people in there also. hey and even i made it in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-473930692957093390?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/473930692957093390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-3474302114522817122</id><published>2009-05-01T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:25:58.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed schooling</title><content type='html'>from the authority of my Loving father, we will be late for school today. yes thats right about 20 minuets ago he woke up after i woke up and informed me that we wont be at school until 9:30. having already been awake for a considerable amount of time i was disappointed. the reasoning behind this was all his own creation... he needed my brothers help for a little while. but Kyle dont worry i will be there for lunch:) the good news is i will miss my first 2 class periods,Science and Math. In science today we have a test and i am not prepared for it... at all anyways.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the formal and i am super duper excited. katie and i decieded we will have the hottest dates... ourselves:) i cnt believe im not going with a boy. Zac asked me but with his history my dad would have prefered me not going with him:( i wish i could have. but Katies dad said the same thing about going with guys so we teamed up and are going to be the most gorgous girls there. oh and my profile picture is how i want my hair done for formal .&lt;br /&gt;so for right now i leave you with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-3474302114522817122?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/3474302114522817122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=3474302114522817122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3474302114522817122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/3474302114522817122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/05/delayed-schooling.html' title='Delayed schooling'/><author><name>shelbaybay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12265784771156775792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq9L4fqsuHY/S9ZqNPxolxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SBAoB8Bbfyc/S220/Jr.+Sr.+Prom+2010+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144162979078331469.post-2941289020522501969</id><published>2009-04-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:30:09.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyrano De Bergerac</title><content type='html'>oh me oh my oh i love this book! previous to reading i watched the movie roxanne w/ steve martin and Darlyn hannh and loved it. to my suprise the book is so much better than the movie. my favorite part is when Cyrano destracts de guiche by telling him the story of him falling from the moon and how he got there while roxanne and christian get hitched by the monk ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-2941289020522501969?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/2941289020522501969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=2941289020522501969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the school talent fair and we had a school (fairview christian) come and visit&lt;br /&gt;the talent fair was great and our choir did the cupid shuffle. it was amazing, you should youtube it and see but anyways the formal is on saturday and i am supper excited i will post pictures when i get them. i am going to head to youth group now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-4513151067362259104?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/4513151067362259104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=4513151067362259104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be my first blog ever and it will be followed by many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8144162979078331469-1199090178490283488?l=prettybluis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/feeds/1199090178490283488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8144162979078331469&amp;postID=1199090178490283488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1199090178490283488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8144162979078331469/posts/default/1199090178490283488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettybluis.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one.html' title='Day 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