<?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-6987383268724707429</id><updated>2012-01-18T21:43:27.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne in Real Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4911978472686778774</id><published>2012-01-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:48:43.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom is a Superhero. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>(Caution: Do not read any further if you get queasy from looking at X-Rays. I think that they are fascinating, but some people pass out. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 23rd, 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; It started like any other typical Friday night with the family gathered to eat dinner together. Then, my Mom decided to go to the garage to get some Christmas towels to decorate a basket with so that our dinner would be pretty. A few minutes later, however, the decision to get some Christmas towels would change the fate of the Barlow family Christmas festivities. Mom had fallen and she couldn't get up. Seriously. As soon as the boys saw her on the garage floor and noticed that there was something wrong with the direction that her right leg was pointing they knew that a firetruck and ambulance would be coming to Foxswallow Circle. A few minutes later the firetruck arrived followed closely by the ambulance. Luckily, the Grandbabies were fascinated by the light show going on out front so they were not too affected by all the action. Soon, Mom was scooped up by the paramedics and loaded into the ambulance to make the 4 minute trip to the hospital (Seriously! We timed it-4 minutes to the hospital if you hit the lights just right!). Dad was with her and we decided to eat whilst waiting for news. We also decided that the Christmas towels would be staying in the garage. &lt;br /&gt;Dad kept us updated as to the goings on in the ER and let us know when it was time to come. We all knew that it was serious and said many little prayers to ourselves that it would not be a broken hip. Well, our prayers were answered-she did not break her hip...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdrorPIU5MQ/TwvJeM3cnuI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9H3c1qOlg3U/s1600/IMG_3517%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdrorPIU5MQ/TwvJeM3cnuI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9H3c1qOlg3U/s320/IMG_3517%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695867674427170530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She decided to pretend that she is a football player and snap her femur in half. Yikes. Laura and I got to the ER with some food and clothes for Dad and were greeted by a Tammy Faye Baker look-alike behind the desk who would only let one of us back to see Mom, so I sent Laura in first. She and Dad came out to get me when a wonderful Dr. came in to give Mom the nerve block so that her pain would be alleviated somewhat. I am pretty sure she would have kissed him had the opportunity arisen. Lets be honest-we all would have kissed Dr. Happy if the opportunity had arisen. When we all got to see her she was in good spirits-instructing me and Laura with where to find the Christmas presents-so we went home and wrapped like crazy until all of the presents were wrapped-about 3am. It felt more like 4am though. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 24th, 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Awaiting surgery. Apparently hospitals are not known for their promptness, so we stayed with Mom off and on throughout the day until her scheduled 1:00 surgery took place at 6:00. Yep, it was just a broken femur-no need to hurry. So, while Mom was in surgery we went home and ate and unwrapped presents and tried to rescue some shred of holiday spirit. Luckily Sammie and Spencer kept us entertained. None of us could bring ourselves to use any of the Christmas towels, though. Weird. We ended up having a pretty decent time whilst knowing that Mom was out of pain for a little bit and her bone was being put back together. Around 10pm the surgeon called with a great report and we were able to go to the hospital to see our newly reconstructed Superhero. We all slept a little better that night knowing that the scary part was over. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 25th, 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Superhero was up and walking around as soon as the nurses and physical therapists could talk her into it. We decided to visit for a while and have a nice dinner with everyone at home so that she could sleep. Well, sleep as well as you can when you are in a hospital. The next few days were a whirlwind of hospital visits, getting the house ready and recovering from our adventure. On Tuesday afternoon, our Superhero came home! Seriously! Oh yeah, and for an extra special Christmas present she got this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQo353aBlCM/TwvMtbeonuI/AAAAAAAAAug/lLkoelXx2a8/s1600/IMG_2912%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQo353aBlCM/TwvMtbeonuI/AAAAAAAAAug/lLkoelXx2a8/s320/IMG_2912%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695871234582552290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new bionic hardware in her leg! She is a very lucky Superhero! They don't give those things to just anyone. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few months we will all be concentrating on getting this leg better and making sure that our very own Superhero can walk better than ever before. Luckily, as we have learned from this experience, we are the type of family that circles the wagons when someone is in need. Seriously. The way that this has pulled us closer together has been amazing to me. We have been completely blessed by those around us who have come to our rescue when we needed them the most. Luckily, our Superhero is loved by many. &lt;br /&gt;So, for now we will all pull together so that our Superhero can concentrate on recovery and the dreaded physical therapy. As for me, I am learning to be happy with the small daily victories that inch us ever so slowly closer to our finish line of completely recovered. I am even slowly but surely getting over my hatred of Christmas towels. Seriously! One day at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4911978472686778774?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4911978472686778774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4911978472686778774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4911978472686778774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4911978472686778774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-mom-is-superhero-seriously.html' title='My Mom is a Superhero. Seriously.'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdrorPIU5MQ/TwvJeM3cnuI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9H3c1qOlg3U/s72-c/IMG_3517%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3835150702723945728</id><published>2011-12-11T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:55:02.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how waterproof is this mascara?</title><content type='html'>I wish that they would print on the side of the tubes of mascara exactly how waterproof it really is. Like on the washable waterproof they could just say something like, "Waterproof to last 2-5 minutes of eye watering" or on the waterproof they could say, "Will last through a good allergy attack, but only one". I have been pondering this question lately because I feel like I have had a lot of days where I have had to reapply the supposed indestructable waterproofs. &lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. The week before Thanksgiving, a family friend that we have known since we met upon my entering kindergarten passed away suddenly from a heart attack. It was sad to think that my dear friends have been suffering from the loss of their father. He was a part of a lot of my childhood memories as that Dad who watched over all of us always asking, "How you doin' kid?" and putting his arm around me every time he saw me. It made my heart hurt and the tears have stayed very close to the surface. &lt;br /&gt;Then, in the wee small hours of the morning about two weeks later, a 27-year-old healthy male went to sleep and did not wake up. He left behind a pregnant wife and 16-month-old daughter. He was from one of those families that you grow up with in your ward and your families are intertwined for years. The kind that when you see each other, there are firm embraces all around and the catching up of everyone's lives. So, needless to say, we are sad in this house. My heart has been hurting and the tears that have been so close to the surface have spilled many times over. My heart is broken for the pain that this family is having to go through. There were over 800 people at his funeral and seeing his sweet wife walk into the chapel where her husband's casket was being wheeled in will be an image that will never be erased from my mind. I now can say that I truly know the meaning of the word devastated because I saw it on her face. &lt;br /&gt;It is at times like these that we all stop to take stock in our own lives. We say to ourselves,"What do I have to complain about when people I care about are recovering from devastating events in their lives?" Luckily, I have a faith that is so rooted in who I am that I do not ask the question, "Why?" I have instead been feeling like I have a Heavenly Father who loves me and that I have been lucky enough to witness the little miracles that are going on around me. I have slowed down a little bit and just enjoyed the little moments rather than worrying about the stuff that is not so important. And I have cried. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, with my Lash Blast by my side I know that I can get through this and that each day my heart will hurt a little less. I will always be greatful to my little bright orange tube of waterproof greatness for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3835150702723945728?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3835150702723945728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3835150702723945728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3835150702723945728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3835150702723945728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-how-waterproof-is-this-mascara.html' title='Just how waterproof is this mascara?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1604165912412086916</id><published>2011-11-19T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:48:26.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty AND Sweet</title><content type='html'>Okay, Okay, so I am not so good at this whole every day thing, but I have spent the week thinking of things that I am thankful for. From the big-that I have a great job and work with great people-to the small-my favorite junk food. You know that we all have our favorite goodies that we reach for in times of movie watching and in stress. For me, my go to junk food always has one key ingredient: CHOCOLATE. For a while, it was chocolate covered cinnamon bears, but alas they do not sell them in California! So, after finishing off my birthday stash of the cinnamon heaven, I have decided to switch to another bite-size goodie:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZmxJA6s2g/TsgG6S-fKwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WOW4iC4LZUM/s1600/Pretzel%2BM%2526M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZmxJA6s2g/TsgG6S-fKwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WOW4iC4LZUM/s320/Pretzel%2BM%2526M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676794928896617218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have not tried these perfect blend of salty and sweet you are definitely missing out! I thought that the person at M&amp;M headquarters had struck gold when they made the peanut butter version and I thought that they would never top this flavor, but I was wrong. Pretzel wrapped in chocolate with a hard candy shell. Brilliant. SO, there you have it. This week I am thankful for Pretzel M&amp;Ms. Seriously. A party in your mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1604165912412086916?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1604165912412086916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1604165912412086916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1604165912412086916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1604165912412086916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2011/11/salty-and-sweet.html' title='Salty AND Sweet'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZmxJA6s2g/TsgG6S-fKwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WOW4iC4LZUM/s72-c/Pretzel%2BM%2526M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2715507135521119766</id><published>2011-11-12T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:32:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away Scary Witch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo0CpHADaVs/Tr7XA41sa-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NTJ1WUcRaqo/s1600/Halloween%2B2011%2B085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo0CpHADaVs/Tr7XA41sa-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NTJ1WUcRaqo/s320/Halloween%2B2011%2B085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674208990790970338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Halloween! I love everything about it-dressing up, candy, decorating, pumpkins and candy:) We had a giant Stake Carnival that we all got dressed up for and got to participate in the Trunk-r-Treat for even more candy than we came with! &lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of all of us in our costumes: Me, Sammie the Butterfly, Spencer the Caterpillar, Ryan as Batman and Jen as Robin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCuPtJ9dPxE/Tr7XTQMuf7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VBSE-gh3RGM/s1600/Halloween%2B2011%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCuPtJ9dPxE/Tr7XTQMuf7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/VBSE-gh3RGM/s320/Halloween%2B2011%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674209306299236274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night as we were packing up, Sammie yelled, "Go away scary Witch!" and laughed her head off. But it got me thinking, I have dressed up the way I have been feeling inside: Witchy. I have been feeling negative lately and I do not like it at all. I am not naturally negative, but the thoughts in my mind have been...well, witchy. So, I decided to get back to doing the things that make me happy and not just accentuate, but &lt;em&gt;celebrate&lt;/em&gt; the positive. I am taking a page from my sister Laura's book about blogging the things that I am grateful for. I am going to do the "Twelve Days of Thanksgiving" and get back into blogging, being positive and talking about the things that make me thankful for the life that I have. &lt;br /&gt;So, in tradition of the last holiday we had, the first thing that I am thankful for: HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;What else can be better than a holiday that lets you dress up and eat candy? Also, it kicks off my favorite time of year being the holidays. For the next couple of months we get to enjoy family parties, baking, giving presents and lots of other things that make the holidays what they are. So tune in tomorrow for the next thing that I am thankful for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2715507135521119766?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2715507135521119766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2715507135521119766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2715507135521119766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2715507135521119766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-away-scary-witch.html' title='Go Away Scary Witch!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo0CpHADaVs/Tr7XA41sa-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NTJ1WUcRaqo/s72-c/Halloween%2B2011%2B085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8249238805882472158</id><published>2011-06-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:56:33.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here...</title><content type='html'>This is not going to be my customary catch-everyone-up-on-the-daily-goings-on-in-my-life type of blog nor is it going to be a rant on something that makes me ask, "Seriously?" (although I have a few of those in my brain right now)...this is just a precurser to the catch up seriously? moments of my life to tell you that yes, I am still here. Yes, I love all of you and want to share my life. Yes, I am working and loving it and longing for the days when someone really rich dies and leaves me all their money to do whatever I want with. But mostly yes, I am still here. I will update soon. Seriously. But if you wonder who I am spending my time with these days that keeps me away from blogging, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Girl:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsQBIQSAyD4/Te2SnpV5kNI/AAAAAAAAAtg/oUBw-5JHJ2I/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsQBIQSAyD4/Te2SnpV5kNI/AAAAAAAAAtg/oUBw-5JHJ2I/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615305520211136722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Favorite Boy:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DO9Z4yYyxqw/Te2S5HxpzbI/AAAAAAAAAto/UOLge2HZiA8/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DO9Z4yYyxqw/Te2S5HxpzbI/AAAAAAAAAto/UOLge2HZiA8/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615305820438384050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being an Auntie is the greatest! &lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8249238805882472158?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8249238805882472158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8249238805882472158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8249238805882472158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8249238805882472158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsQBIQSAyD4/Te2SnpV5kNI/AAAAAAAAAtg/oUBw-5JHJ2I/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5785789336450379380</id><published>2011-01-29T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:23:41.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me! Pick Me!</title><content type='html'>Job hunting is like going to PE every day knowing that there are going to be 2 captains (neither of which will be you, of course) that will divide the class into 2 teams. You wait and wait while all the rest of the class is being picked, just hoping upon hope that you won't have the embarrassment of being the last choice. Oh, little things will happen where there is a glimpse of not being left to the last, but alas when the cards fall, there you are, sitting by yourself. And you just have to go back the next day to do the same thing, knowing that the outcome will probably not change-no matter what you do. You will doubt yourself and your skills and your talents and wonder if showing up every day is actually worth it. You will even start to panic every once in a while wondering if you will ever get picked. This can go on for months...  &lt;br /&gt;But-just when it seems like there is no reason to hope and you consider selling one of your kidneys on the black market for some cash...the call comes. "We have seen your resume and we would like to meet with you" may be some of the most beautiful words in the English language. Then the terror sets in. I have to go and talk to someone and convince them to hire me! What?? I have to wear the perfect outfit and say the perfect thing and sell my skills as being something that no one else can bring to the table. Yikes!! So you show up and pray for a miracle. They seem to like you. They even smile while you talk about your philosophy of customer service and how you can be a big benefit to their company. Then, when you leave, they say that they will be in touch, but you have serious doubts that this will actually happen. You pray for a miracle. You even joke that it will be okay if they don't pick you. But secretly you would be devastated and start to look for ways to sell that kidney of yours so you can put gas in your car and your phone won't get shut off. Then it comes. The phone call that makes the world seem like it has started to go in slow motion. So you brace yourself. And then you hear the second most beautiful words in the english language: "We would like to offer you the position. When can you start?" And the clouds open up and the sun shines down just on you and there are actual birds chirping and you are pretty sure that you can hear a distant choir singing Hallelujah. The hunt is over. You have met your goal. For the first time since you can remember, the knot that has taken residence in your stomach has departed and you can breathe again. Not only were you not picked last, you have been selected as a captain! The happy dancing in the street can begin! &lt;br /&gt;So, as you may have guessed-I GOT A JOB!! I will now be working at a law firm as the Front Office Coordinator and I could not be happier!! It is everything that I wanted and needed and really am excited. And I can breathe again and concentrate on the more important things in life. Like my renewed goal of one new pair of shoes a month...Hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5785789336450379380?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5785789336450379380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5785789336450379380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5785789336450379380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5785789336450379380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2011/01/pick-me-pick-me.html' title='Pick Me! Pick Me!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1058528297361749521</id><published>2010-12-27T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:04:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Hope that you all had a great, happy, fun, adventurous, restful, blessed and inspiring Christmas! We had a blast around here which always includes taking lots of pictures: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TRj-E8AgNVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AXHXLjNR2G4/s1600/IMG_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TRj-E8AgNVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AXHXLjNR2G4/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555469501142676818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TRj-VSE66VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rfU9fvj0mWA/s1600/IMG_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TRj-VSE66VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rfU9fvj0mWA/s320/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555469781944691026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a relaxing Christmas with lots of family time and good food and fun! We also decided to start a Barlow Family blog so check us all out at the Barlow Family blog link to the right:)&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the New Year's festivities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1058528297361749521?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1058528297361749521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1058528297361749521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1058528297361749521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1058528297361749521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TRj-E8AgNVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AXHXLjNR2G4/s72-c/IMG_1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1497979932461392434</id><published>2010-11-11T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:36:13.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day where we honor those who serve in the Armed Forces and those Veterans of wars past, I reflect on the state of our union. Not so long ago, you were sworn in and promised to make America a better place. Since then, America has come upon perilous times. There is an attitude that the United States should pull troops out from countries in the Middle East that have made no secret out of the fact that they hate all things American and will have no problem trying to bring this great country to it's knees. Our soldiers are protecting their country, OUR country, in wars both foreign and domestic. We should be proud to be Americans and vow to defend her no matter the cost. Now it seems that our Commander in Chief does little to instill confidence  that the citizens of this country are the first priority. Don't worry about it, you said,  and don't question me, I know what I am doing. You even tweeted about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in 2010, America is on the brink of losing it's standing as a powerful nation. You have even stated in the press that now it is time to get to work. Well, Mr. President, the time to get to work was long ago. Stop going on talk shows, making speeches to defend your non-actions and get to work. We cannot afford to waste any more time. You need to insure that the citizens of this country are protected from any and all threats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember that America is the home of the free BECAUSE of our brave. We need to reflect every day that we are grateful for our troops and all that they have done for us. We support our soldiers and we are thankful for our freedom that we have because of their sacrifices. As the Commander in Chief of the most powerful military in the world, you need to support our troops and let them finish what they started. They are making a difference. Be the kind of Commander in Chief that those "faceless cowards" are afraid to attack because they know that they will be hunted down and stopped. Stop apologizing for America and get to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Mr. President, it is time that you listen to the people of this country and remember that you work for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;A Concerned Citizen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1497979932461392434?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1497979932461392434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1497979932461392434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1497979932461392434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1497979932461392434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-honor-of-veterans-day.html' title='In Honor of Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1275331650302778989</id><published>2010-10-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:58:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year in Cali: What I Know Now</title><content type='html'>It just occurred to me that last year at this time I was packing up the Jeep and making the long trek to California. So, what have I learned about myself since I packed up my life and made a, well, life-changing move? Here is just a bit of the wisdom I have accrued about the wonder that is AnneBarlow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I love to read. Turns out there are way more interesting things to read than text books. I have a well-used library card and have decided that I like to read mysteries the most. I always think that I am smarter than the average reader when I can figure out who did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I have really enjoyed not working full time. Do not take this the wrong way. It is not that I do not want to work full time and have a job and a career and all the benefits that come with that. I am not lazy at all. I actually get a little anxious that I have not been able to find a job yet because I think that I have a lot to offer as an employee, but apparently the right thing has not come along yet. I just have to keep doing my part and look hard and take advantage of all the opportunities that are around me. Until I get that job, though,  I have been able to spend the last year doing random part time things which have allowed me the time to do things like service and learning new skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I am a very blessed girl. I have had the opportunity to live rent free which has allowed me to not worry so much about money for the first time in my adult life. I realize that this is a huge blessing. I kind of feel guilty that I have been rent free so I try to contribute in other ways as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I love love love being in a family ward. I have 2 callings-Activities Committee Chair and Primary Teacher. I get to teach the 8-year-olds and I absolutely love them. I look forward to going to church every week because I get to be with them. And learn from them. I also love all of the people in the ward. There is such a diverse population that makes up the dynamics and I thoroughly enjoy the differences we all bring to the table. It is fun to try and plan activities to meet the needs of everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-I love whipped cream. It just makes me happy every time I eat it and I take the opportunity to eat it on everything I can. Within reason that is. I would probably eat it more if I wasn't so worried about there becoming too much of me to love. If only a serving of whipped cream would count as a serving of vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot more than this, but right now I am watching the Giants play stellar baseball in Game 1 of the World Series and loving it so I will have to add more later:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1275331650302778989?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1275331650302778989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1275331650302778989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1275331650302778989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1275331650302778989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-year-in-cali-what-i-know-now.html' title='1 Year in Cali: What I Know Now'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-7593718662467678520</id><published>2010-10-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:10:01.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike vs Car...Seriously?</title><content type='html'>As I was driving the other day in a 45 MPH zone, I noticed that the lane I was in was slowing at a quicker than normal rate as approaching the upcoming intersection that had a green light. I was in the middle lane of a 3-lane road and I figured that someone was having car troubles or something, so I waited for an opening and switched lanes to go around the offending obstacle. Much to my surprise, the reason that we were all moving out of the lane that was going slower than normal was because there was a...wait for it...a biker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, a biker. In the middle of the lane. In the middle of the road. On a really busy street. From the looks of his very spandex laden outfit and matching helmet he was an experienced biker. Maybe I missed something-car vs. bike. The car always wins, right? This is not the first time, nor I'm sure, will it be the last time that traffic has been hindered by one of these bikers that considers themselves entitled to be riding in the middle of the road. And it drives (pardon the pun) me crazy!! I cannot stand that I have to get out of the way of some biker who is in the middle of the road hindering traffic. I am not sure what the bikers ediquette is on this subject, but I don't really care. There may be laws that say that bikers can ride on the road and I am the only person who does not know that it is okay for a biker to ride 20 MPH in a 45 MPH zone obstructing traffic. I don't care. I am a normally pretty even-keeled person who doesn't get irritated very easily, but here in Pleasanton it seems that the bikers can and do rule the road and it bugs me. I am sure that they should get extra points for doing their part to reduce their carbon footprint on the environment or blah blah blah. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;My gripe today is this: I do not drive the Jeep in the bike lane, so please do not ride your bike in the Jeep lane. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-7593718662467678520?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/7593718662467678520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=7593718662467678520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7593718662467678520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7593718662467678520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/10/bike-vs-carseriously.html' title='Bike vs Car...Seriously?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-171881227035214584</id><published>2010-09-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:24:08.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaack...</title><content type='html'>...to the blogging world that is. I realize that it has been a while, but I haven't been feeling inspired as of late. I have had plenty going on, no worries, but I just haven't been feeling like sharing it with the world. I haven't really been on facebook, either, so maybe we can just say that I have been on sabbatical from all things social networking. Here is a picture of the new addition to our family that accounts for some of the busy-ness and lots of visits from our family who live in exotic places as far away as...Salt Lake:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrELgv2VI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lIkxdDAaxlQ/s1600/SS-08-2010_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrELgv2VI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lIkxdDAaxlQ/s320/SS-08-2010_060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445656384330066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Spencer John Barlow born on August 24, 2010. He decided to make things a little more interesting and arrived by C-Section without telling us that was how he wanted to come out. Surprise and everyone is healthy! While he was making friends in the hospital waiting to come home, I got to spend the week with my most favorite girl on the planet: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrEWBn4HI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d19l1sMVFsU/s1600/SS-08-2010_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrEWBn4HI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d19l1sMVFsU/s320/SS-08-2010_103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445659206574194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did lots of things together and had a great time and I am pretty sure that if I could bottle up the energy in that little body and sell it I would be a gazillionaire! Seriously, sometimes she just runs in circles or jumps in place because she has so much energy. I think that I will go to the gym before I see her again because then I might have a prayer of keeping up. And, someone commented that they might be forgetting what I look like because we haven't seen each other for so long, so here I am at the beach last month: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrEw0SepI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sywbRucBS8g/s1600/Download9-7+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrEw0SepI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sywbRucBS8g/s320/Download9-7+367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445666398403218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it there!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, I will definitely be reporting on my goals that I wanted to reach before my birthday-most of which are going very well-and I have a few ideas in my head for some other things that I wanna write about. Number 1: Consideration. I feel like there is a lack of consideration for others in this world. Like, do the people pedaling their bikes down a busy street really need the whole lane and to block traffic? What about using the signal when you want to turn your vehicle? You get it-there is definitely more to come on this. Number 2:  I have been conducting a great no-make-up experiment for the sake of myself and my skin and have some interesting stuff to report-my question to you is, do you feel confident enough in your appearance to just stop wearing make-up? How about for a month? Think about it...I'll get back to you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-171881227035214584?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/171881227035214584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=171881227035214584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/171881227035214584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/171881227035214584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaack...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TKOrELgv2VI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lIkxdDAaxlQ/s72-c/SS-08-2010_060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-7329384205895673891</id><published>2010-07-20T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:09:18.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yreka? Y-Not?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am finally back to the blogging world and there has actually been a bunch of things going on in my world. First, back in June, we decided to drive north to a place called Yreka (pronounced Y-Reek-Ah) to attend my cousin Taylor's graduation. Here's what it looks like when a bunch of Barlows get together:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZvUt9zJ7I/AAAAAAAAArU/cPEN9ty85vw/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZvUt9zJ7I/AAAAAAAAArU/cPEN9ty85vw/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496202796979136434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we were so close to one of my goals for this year, we decided to drive a little farther north:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZv6rdfEPI/AAAAAAAAArc/SrvMSnrnywI/s1600/DSCN2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZv6rdfEPI/AAAAAAAAArc/SrvMSnrnywI/s320/DSCN2717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496203449141760242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to visit a new state! This was the first time that I was able to visit Oregon and it is beautiful! We ended up in a little town called Ashland, Oregon. It is where Southern Oregon University is located and it reminded me of a little college town I used to live in. It was filled with great people watching and incredible nature walks and a warning to avoid a little green plant: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZwtgN_SyI/AAAAAAAAArs/3y5c5m9bLuw/s1600/DSCN2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZwtgN_SyI/AAAAAAAAArs/3y5c5m9bLuw/s320/DSCN2732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204322297301794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZwtJWu73I/AAAAAAAAArk/A3Mhko4l3FU/s1600/DSCN2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZwtJWu73I/AAAAAAAAArk/A3Mhko4l3FU/s320/DSCN2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204316159962994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after wandering around for a couple hours and successfully avoiding any plant shaped like a "T" , we headed back to the parties in Yreka and then went home the next day. It was a great weekend filled with lots of family, food, and fun. &lt;br /&gt;Next, we got to party like a 2-year-old at a ladybug party with this girl:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZxriDq0JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iqtmg59-5dc/s1600/DSCN2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZxriDq0JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iqtmg59-5dc/s320/DSCN2744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496205387942776978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also lots of food, family and fun at this event and we had a blast. We have been able to do lots of fun partying now that summer is officially here and it has been HOT HOT HOT! How much do we love the Farmer's Markets, The Fair, Fireworks and everything else that comes with summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-7329384205895673891?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/7329384205895673891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=7329384205895673891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7329384205895673891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7329384205895673891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/07/yreka-y-not.html' title='Yreka? Y-Not?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TEZvUt9zJ7I/AAAAAAAAArU/cPEN9ty85vw/s72-c/DSC_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-536630074223144071</id><published>2010-06-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:47:34.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Fun</title><content type='html'>So, we had a great weekend of very fun things. It started by Chel and I going to see this foxy man in concert:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgB9ZE87xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QbjXi34wDng/s1600/imageCAAYCQCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgB9ZE87xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QbjXi34wDng/s320/imageCAAYCQCD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478631100911513362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, isn't he foxy? We had a great time and all I have to say about the crowd is that it is a good thing a couple of good Mormon girls can't get high off of second-hand pot smoke. But good concert, good music and we are very stealth at finding good people to sit by who were super nice. &lt;br /&gt;Next, we put on a very successful 2-ward Memorial Day Breakfast. Everyone had enough food, the gym looked greatly patriotic, and I am pretty sure that people will come to another event planned by yours truly. Pretty sure. Then, we packed up and headed to the city to see a Giant's game. Here is the view from our seats:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgEuPWKdJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aYIUmKeM3rY/s1600/30927_750146812789_17831840_40456948_8126073_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgEuPWKdJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aYIUmKeM3rY/s320/30927_750146812789_17831840_40456948_8126073_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478634139136193682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we still love our A's and the ghetto stadium in which they play, it was nice to go to the first-class stadium in SF and see the Giants. We were pretty high up, but it was a blast and there were fun people around us. The Giants lost, but we had a great time anyways and then we packed up again and headed to Bubba Gump's for dinner at Pier 39:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgFyAUBD4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/T0v6cBwaavY/s1600/logo_3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgFyAUBD4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/T0v6cBwaavY/s320/logo_3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478635303331762050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are looking for a good meal surrounded by Forrest Gump the movie memorabilia-this is the place. All in all, a really fun holiday weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Now, you might be a little curious that there is no actual documented proof that I attended any of these events. There is a reason for that. My camera has been traveling the world. It has been to Europe and is now in Vegas and I miss it. Although I think that it has been having a great time, I miss it. There is a big hole in my purse where it is supposed to be. Maybe one day it will return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-536630074223144071?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/536630074223144071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=536630074223144071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/536630074223144071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/536630074223144071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Fun'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/TAgB9ZE87xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QbjXi34wDng/s72-c/imageCAAYCQCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4598723686018944639</id><published>2010-05-24T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:55:03.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarland, Shoes, Sweat and Sammie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_r71p4a3lI/AAAAAAAAAqU/20MJZ-obf8k/s1600/thumbnail%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_r71p4a3lI/AAAAAAAAAqU/20MJZ-obf8k/s320/thumbnail%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474965196216393298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Chel and I went to the &lt;strong&gt;Sugarland&lt;/strong&gt; Concert and LOVED it! I would highly recommend this show! We got to sit with some fun new friends and enjoy the show. They were touring with Julianne Hough (of Dancing with the Stars fame and now a fledgling country singer) and she was okay. Although, I have to say that I am totally impressed with her ability to sing whilst swinging around a stripper pole. It was a concert full of energy and we were on our feet the entire time. Which leads me to GOAL #8: Attend more concerts. I have been to Garth Brooks and Kelly Clarkson (a number of times and enjoyed each one, especially when she was touring with Reba) and that's all. Now that I live in a place where concerts are easy access, I plan on attending a lot more. Next on the calendar: Tim McGraw and Lady Antebellum on May 29th! Yay for Chel and concerts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been doing very well on a couple of my goals and the one that I like the most is buying a new pair of shoes every month. Here is a picture of the last three pairs that I have purchased: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_r-QUQPrQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B_VB-ZLL7FA/s1600/DSCN2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_r-QUQPrQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B_VB-ZLL7FA/s320/DSCN2715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474967853290466562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love them and they make me happy and I am thinking about writing a book called, "The Healing Power of a Great Pair of Shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my goals: Getting Healthy. I joined the local gym and have been really vigilant and even hired a trainer to teach me how to lift weights the most effectively. She is from Russia and very knowledgeable and I am pretty sure that I have never hated another human being more than her. BUT-I listened to what she said and so far have dropped 3 pounds and counting!! Yay! As long as the numbers keep going in the right direction, I am happy and motivated to keep going to the gym every day. Sorry, no pics yet, but as soon as there is a noticeable to the outside eye difference, I will share with you, my favorites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sammie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to spend quite a bit of time with this girl since living here at home, and have learned a lot of things about living life from her:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_sCAa_Z5aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OqJ-Bj1c-mo/s1600/Wallace_6179_PS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_sCAa_Z5aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OqJ-Bj1c-mo/s320/Wallace_6179_PS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474971978267485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have learned that when I am full, I can stop eating and stick out my belly. I have learned that it is okay to cry when I don't like something and if I snuggle in to the nearest shoulder I will feel all better. I have learned that if I do not want to do my hair, I don't need to be self conscious and just go with it. I have learned that when I am tired, I should just go to sleep. And naps are good. Real good. I have also learned that if something is funny I should laugh out loud and for as long as I want. Ah, to live the life of Sammie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4598723686018944639?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4598723686018944639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4598723686018944639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4598723686018944639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4598723686018944639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugarland-shoes-sweat-and-sammie.html' title='Sugarland, Shoes, Sweat and Sammie!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S_r71p4a3lI/AAAAAAAAAqU/20MJZ-obf8k/s72-c/thumbnail%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2882787934671018750</id><published>2010-04-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:03:06.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get it Started...</title><content type='html'>In honor of Goal #7, I have joined the gym and even worked out 3 of the 4 day I was a member last week! Well, gotta start somewhere...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S9TfuQ4T3aI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uekdkTH1xhc/s1600/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S9TfuQ4T3aI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uekdkTH1xhc/s320/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464238233805381026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I will post a picture of my before and after when there is an after. Maybe on my birthday...until then, you can picture me looking like this whilst at the gym. Not that you have to picture me at the gym, but if you do, this is pretty close to how I look when I am there;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2882787934671018750?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2882787934671018750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2882787934671018750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2882787934671018750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2882787934671018750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-get-it-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get it Started...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S9TfuQ4T3aI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uekdkTH1xhc/s72-c/cartoon_fitness_lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-600702849108603891</id><published>2010-04-12T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:12:02.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#7: Get Healthy!</title><content type='html'>Since I think that "fat" is a subjective word, I will not use it to describe myself, but instead, I will say that I would like to get healthy in 2010. Not that I am unhealthy right now, but there is a little too much of me to love, so I would at least like to set a goal to ""Lose 35 by Age 35"-which means I have until August and I will do it. It is in print now, so I can't back down. I also have a new workout partner who would like to do the same thing, so I am thinking a little wager might be in order. I will start posting pics to the side of the blog weekly so that I can share in the progress. If anyone would like to join me in this quest, please do-whether you are near or far, I would love to share inspirational stories. &lt;br /&gt;My first inspirational story that motivates me to be healthy: SInce I have been home, I no longer am suffering from migraines. As opposed to the huge one every other month I was getting when I was crazy busy, this is a huge feat in my life! This has come from my first goal to be rested. I have really concentrated on getting enough sleep and figuring out how much sleep I need-you would be surprised how much a 20 minute nap can change your life!  Now, I would like to be healthier and healthier so that I can do all the traveling that I want without having to worry about the shape that I am in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-600702849108603891?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/600702849108603891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=600702849108603891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/600702849108603891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/600702849108603891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-get-healthy.html' title='#7: Get Healthy!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-809258008478090407</id><published>2010-03-21T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:38:09.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6: Visit a new State</title><content type='html'>It is my goal that in the history of my life before I die, I visit all 50 states in these United States. The rule is that I have to stay there at least long enough to take in some local culture. I have visited 11 so far, so now I just have 39 to go...and I pretty much have the West Coast covered, so looks like I will be getting on a plane. And if anyone wants to come along, I am always up for a traveling companion. Just beware, I am entertained VERY easily. Where is the World's Largest Ball of Yarn located? &lt;br /&gt;Also, don't worry, I will be adding pics to the blog again soon. I just haven't been in a picture taking mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-809258008478090407?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/809258008478090407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=809258008478090407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/809258008478090407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/809258008478090407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-visit-new-state.html' title='#6: Visit a new State'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6226800793055517896</id><published>2010-03-14T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:03:35.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #5:Learn a new skill</title><content type='html'>This one is cheating a little, but it is a good one that I like to do so it is staying a tradition. I always try to keep the interests varied and to be something that I have little or no skill in or that I have never done before. In the past, I have learned to do things like ski, cook, decorate, paint, refinish furniture, things like that. I am home in Cali for the first time in a long time, so I am going to take advantage of having a yard, a big kitchen with my very own cook to consult with, and a piano. Here are just a few of the things that I will learn to do this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grow something. I have never actually planted something in the ground and followed it through to planthood. I love fresh tomatoes, so I think I will talk my family into giving me a little corner of yard to plant 1 tomato plant. Maybe a few more things depending on how the whole tomato plant goes. I like watermelon...&lt;br /&gt;2. Bake bread. I have never actually baked bread from scratch either, which has always made me feel like my pioneer ancestors are a little upset with me. So, I will learn to make the best bread and rolls ever. Like I said, I have a big kitchen and my very own live in expert to help me. &lt;br /&gt;3. Really learn to play the piano. I took eight years of piano and never really learned how to read notes. So, I am teaching myself to read notes and play again. I am excited to be able to play and really know what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that there will be a lot more that I can think of that I would like to learn, but for now these will make me happy. Also, on a side note, I already have something that I will be doing that I have never done before: Singing in Sacrament Meeting! Mom, Jen and I are going to be singing in a trio for the Easter program. Hopefully no one leaves the church after I am done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6226800793055517896?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6226800793055517896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6226800793055517896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6226800793055517896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6226800793055517896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/03/goal-5learn-new-skill.html' title='Goal #5:Learn a new skill'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2184132084262173586</id><published>2010-03-07T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:49:06.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #4: Read a New Book Every Month</title><content type='html'>Now that I am not in school, I feel like I have to try a little harder to educate myself and keep my mind active. So, I take my love of reading + love of learning and there we have a goal that I will love to do (almost as much as the shoe habit that I am thoroughly enjoying). I have read a few books so far-I am currently reading the book called "Girlfriends talk about Men". It is pretty fun and I figure I can use all the tips I can get, right? I am going to the library tomorrow so that I can just rent the books I need. Now, what to read next. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2184132084262173586?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2184132084262173586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2184132084262173586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2184132084262173586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2184132084262173586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/03/goal-4-read-new-book-every-month.html' title='Goal #4: Read a New Book Every Month'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5797665787537159550</id><published>2010-02-26T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:13:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #3: Update the Blog Often</title><content type='html'>It seems that for a time, I was updating often and it was always fun! But, I have gotten a little behind-not for lack of things to say, but just for lack of motivation. Now that I live far away from many loved ones, I rely on blogs to keep up with people and I assume that they do the same. So, my resolution is this: Update the blog at least once a week. Even if it is just a sentence or a picture, once a week. It will keep me in the habit of working on my writing and keep me in better touch with my BFFs. I miss you, my friends outside of Pleasanton! I have added a new BFF to my list here. She is great-always happy to see me, gives great hugs, always lets me drive and decide where we are going, and likes to eat all of the things that I eat. Here is a picture of her:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S4hG5q6FyFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DkwU5E5DVLY/s1600-h/DSC_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S4hG5q6FyFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DkwU5E5DVLY/s320/DSC_0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442678106261669970" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt; That's all for now. See you next week! I promise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5797665787537159550?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5797665787537159550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5797665787537159550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5797665787537159550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5797665787537159550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/02/goal-3-update-blog-often.html' title='Goal #3: Update the Blog Often'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S4hG5q6FyFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DkwU5E5DVLY/s72-c/DSC_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1073367852185849259</id><published>2010-02-08T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:14:18.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #2: Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure that this one is a song title. I have moved away from my most favorite hair stylist ever, so I have been in a bad way as far as the haircut goes. I love my huge curly hair, but it really does grow OUT-not DOWN. And it has been growing out since I last saw my favorite hair stylist in October...you get the picture. So-I have to decide what to do with it now. I am making this one a goal because finding a new hairstylist is quite the process. I can color it myself, but the cut is crucial. So for now, I will be maintaining the mane and sitting in the back row wherever I go because I don't want to block anyone's view. &lt;br /&gt;GET A REAL JOB-I have officially begun the job search as of the second week of January and whenenver I go through this process I am highly discouraged when there are not a ton of people knocking at my door offering to pay me a lot of money to do something that I love. With benefits. And reasonable hours. I know that at this time in our economy's history I need to be patient and keep putting myself out there. The job will come. So for now, I will keep putting in the work to find work. There is a fabulous job out there just waiting for me to find it. Maybe I can be a hair model...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1073367852185849259?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1073367852185849259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1073367852185849259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1073367852185849259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1073367852185849259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/02/goal-2-get-haircut-and-get-real-job.html' title='Goal #2: Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3905597535200207475</id><published>2010-01-29T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:16:34.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 of 2010</title><content type='html'>I am a goal-oriented girl, so I always set goals at this time of year and so far have been successful at meeting them. I am pretty practical about this and in the past my goals have included such things as: Get my degree (done), learn a new skill (done), Move out of Logan (done), and...well, you get the picture. So, I am setting 10 goals this year and have decided to post them one at a time-otherwise this post would get way too long. I also have decided that I needed some fun goals to balance out the lofty ones. So, for this first goal of 2010, I decided that I should set a fun goal to get things started right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #1: Buy a new pair of shoes every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admit that this idea was not my own, but I loved it, so I am making it my goal this year. The rules are simple-all I have to do is buy at least one pair of shoes every month this year and I will be a success. They can be any kind of shoe. To get myself started off right, I actually bought 2 pairs. I didn't need them, but I wanted them and they were the right price-with tax and everything they ended up being $11.64 total and I love them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S2N5yw5g3gI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V3Bd2gt-EI0/s1600-h/DSCN1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S2N5yw5g3gI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V3Bd2gt-EI0/s320/DSCN1256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432319488565501442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S2N5yC_nwqI/AAAAAAAAAps/KSmYF0B5mTU/s1600-h/DSCN1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S2N5yC_nwqI/AAAAAAAAAps/KSmYF0B5mTU/s320/DSCN1255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432319476243088034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for goal #1 I am 1 for 12 and feeling pretty good about it. Stay tuned for some more goals...I've gotta go shopping:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3905597535200207475?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3905597535200207475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3905597535200207475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3905597535200207475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3905597535200207475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-10-of-2010.html' title='Top 10 of 2010'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/S2N5yw5g3gI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V3Bd2gt-EI0/s72-c/DSCN1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4037875417377413887</id><published>2010-01-05T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:51:38.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 9 of 2009</title><content type='html'>Along with this time of year comes an opportunity to reflect on the past year at the good times and the bad. Luckily, I, for one had a great 2009, so here are the 9 highlights in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The TV show Glee. It is funny and has singing. Makes me happy every time that it is on. &lt;br /&gt;2. Fall Season in Logan which includes Homecoming Week. I spent my last beautiful fall in Logan and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the snow-less season. I am always awed at Heavenly Father's creations when I get to observe the wonders that happen in nature. &lt;br /&gt;3. I Graduated! This one definitely deserves an exclamation point! After a lot of random happenings, I have finally achieved my goal of having a college degree. I have always known that I am a smart girl and now I have a piece of paper that backs me up on this theory. &lt;br /&gt;4. I moved to California. After achieving the above, I decided that I needed to hightail it out of Logan. So, on October 29th, 2009, I pulled out of Logan for my last time and drove my belongings to California. So far, this has been a great move for me and although I am still looking for a job, it has been really good to be here. &lt;br /&gt;5. No Broken Bones! Anyone who knows me, knows that when I can say that i haven't broken even one bone for a whole year, this is quite an accomplishment. Concussions do not count. &lt;br /&gt;6. Kelly Clarkson concert with Laura. Apparently this is becoming a yearly sister tradition and I am really happy about that. We got to see her outside in Orem this year and she did not disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;7. I survived the Canyon in the winter. This should be printed on t-shirts for people that can say that they survived the crazy canyon unscathed. I did it through 3 blizzards and the Jeep and I survived with style so we have definite bragging rights. &lt;br /&gt;8. I got to welcome a new brother into my family. Jen and Ryan got married Vegas style in February and we all had a blast enjoying some time with the fam and playing for the weekend. Other weddings worth mentioning: Shayna and Jeremy, Brad and Tanja, and Marisa and Eric. I love when people are in love. &lt;br /&gt;9. It was a good year to reconnect with some loved lifelong friends and their families. And to reconnect with my own family here in Cali. There is no better sound than to hear an 18-month old squeal with excitement when you go to her house:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are just the highlights of what was a really good year for me. Hope that it was this good for everyone. Stay tuned for my Top 10 of 2010...time to set some goals:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4037875417377413887?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4037875417377413887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4037875417377413887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4037875417377413887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4037875417377413887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-9-of-2009.html' title='Top 9 of 2009'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-9052855638339489011</id><published>2009-12-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:47:23.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singleton Living. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>In my world as a single girl just barely over 30 (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), I find myself in a very weird place socially. I have just moved home and am attending a family ward which definitely has its ups and downs. I have been here long enough so that people know I am sticking around, but they just don't quite know what to do with me. I find that I am very complimented when people ask why I am not married because that means that they actually wonder. I get the question from the well-meaning people as to if I am single, as always, and I have to say that I am now  getting the most unique responses to my answer to that question. A new acquaintance who is married and has some kids even responded, "Lucky!" when I stated my single status. The following conversation that I had on Sunday with an older sister in the ward let me know, however, that I am in a whole new league: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTER: So, I have been meaning to talk to you-you have been on my mind  a lot lately. &lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh? That's nice, what about?&lt;br /&gt;S: Well, how do you feel about getting married?&lt;br /&gt;M: I feel good about getting married, why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;S: Well, it is something that I think you should do-have you thought about how you are going to make it happen?&lt;br /&gt;M: Uh...Uh...well, since coming to California, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;S: You really should. Think about it I mean. Do you need some help?&lt;br /&gt;M: Uh...Uh...Apparently. &lt;br /&gt;S: Oh, good, because I was kind of the Yenta of the singles ward when my husband and I were serving over there and since being released, I haven't had the opportunity to work with a young-ish person and get them married. I miss that. &lt;br /&gt;M: Wow. Okay, Yenta. Are you sure that you are up for the challenge? (I really did say that)&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh yes-you just have to have an open attitude and not be picky. I will consider it my project to get you married. &lt;br /&gt;M: Excellent. Isn't it time for class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a result of this conversation, I have decided a few things: 1) I will have an open attitude. I will be open to anyone who considers themselves a Yenta. 2) I am really not picky. Well, except for a couple of things. I need someone to be at least my height within an inch or taller than me. I am not a bodyguard. I need someone who will laugh at my jokes. I am pretty funny. Other than that, I am pretty flexible. 3) I am pretty sure that I am still young! Not young-ish like she said. YOUNG. &lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone wants to join "Team Get Anne Married"-you are welcome to. I will get you Yenta's number. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-9052855638339489011?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/9052855638339489011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=9052855638339489011' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9052855638339489011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9052855638339489011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/12/singleton-living-seriously.html' title='Singleton Living. Seriously.'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5539475844808275765</id><published>2009-12-11T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:36:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at the Beach. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>For Thanksgiving this year, it ended up being just me, Laura and the parents, so we decided to accept an invitation to spend big thursday here:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLvvcx8FJI/AAAAAAAAApE/ohoCCu8KAG4/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLvvcx8FJI/AAAAAAAAApE/ohoCCu8KAG4/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414153300511298706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great day to spend with family and friends, so of course we decided to spend some time taking pictures of ourselves:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLw1pJVPjI/AAAAAAAAApU/Mqt-OW2VfMw/s1600-h/DSC_0049a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLw1pJVPjI/AAAAAAAAApU/Mqt-OW2VfMw/s320/DSC_0049a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414154506421485106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLw1OSOQfI/AAAAAAAAApM/M-5cbcWbfBM/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLw1OSOQfI/AAAAAAAAApM/M-5cbcWbfBM/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414154499211018738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after a great day of stuffing ourselves, walking on the beach, and taking naps on the porch with the sound of the ocean in the background, we came home and got to hang out with our favorite Barlow:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLxe2ix21I/AAAAAAAAApc/cN5pfgm3_CY/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLxe2ix21I/AAAAAAAAApc/cN5pfgm3_CY/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414155214392515410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great day and we had a bunch of fun visits from friends and family throughout the weekend and even got in a little trouble with the law:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLyXGB9f5I/AAAAAAAAApk/5MLcBoVD3wQ/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLyXGB9f5I/AAAAAAAAApk/5MLcBoVD3wQ/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414156180622507922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, as we call him, Officer Barlow...Anyways, I love this holiday season and the opportunity that it brings to remind me to be thankful for everything that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5539475844808275765?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5539475844808275765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5539475844808275765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5539475844808275765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5539475844808275765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-at-beach-seriously.html' title='Thanksgiving at the Beach. Seriously.'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SyLvvcx8FJI/AAAAAAAAApE/ohoCCu8KAG4/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4937015048128257975</id><published>2009-11-13T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:59:25.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' It Up In California...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while, since I have posted, but I have spent the past few weeks packing up all of my belongings, driving them through the desert and then unpacking all of my belongings. So, now I am here and loving being in sunny California. No joke, it has been sunny and around 60 degrees since I got here. And although Logan looked like this when I left:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5ShDN0YcI/AAAAAAAAAos/cFn0cMpDVLQ/s1600-h/DSCN1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5ShDN0YcI/AAAAAAAAAos/cFn0cMpDVLQ/s320/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403847330643599810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am pretty sure that it didn't stay that way for long...&lt;br /&gt;So, after leaving Logan, I went to spend a couple of days in Salt Lake and play with some of my favorites:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5TKQAzRwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yHdn2wPeZ7c/s1600-h/DSCN1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5TKQAzRwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yHdn2wPeZ7c/s320/DSCN1195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403848038453298946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, my Dad flew in and we were off on the 12-hour trek to Cali. We got to spend the night in Elko, Nevada and then stop in Winemucca to buy some ammo-which made me feel very redneck to be driving around in a Jeep full of my belongings and buying ammo-and then we were home in record time. So, now I am all unpacked and get to hang out with this anytime I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5USuD5DMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jjJ8G2ZEWHo/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5USuD5DMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jjJ8G2ZEWHo/s320/DSCN1204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403849283469905090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now, while I do miss my friends and loved ones in Utah, I am really loving being here in California. Come visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4937015048128257975?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4937015048128257975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4937015048128257975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4937015048128257975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4937015048128257975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/11/livin-it-up-in-california.html' title='Livin&apos; It Up In California...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sv5ShDN0YcI/AAAAAAAAAos/cFn0cMpDVLQ/s72-c/DSCN1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6867993283406599725</id><published>2009-10-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:11:38.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Learned from Logan</title><content type='html'>When I look back at the history of my life in Logan, I will definitely think of the many lessons that I learned here with fondness. So, here is a list of the things that I have learned that will go into the life skills resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the mountains. I never really knew how much before. I have hiked them, camped in them, had numerous bonfires in them, skiied them, sled on them, driven through them when they were fiery colors and when they were so icy and snowy it was scary-all in the name of love. I will miss having the majestic views of the mountains every time I leave the house.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Stx_2MEAYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sZmjbTuXKx4/s1600-h/2145735871_3c0d6fa2c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Stx_2MEAYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sZmjbTuXKx4/s320/2145735871_3c0d6fa2c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327022610702530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I heart Utah State. It has been a great school to attend and to be employed at. I have seen it from the side of a student and an employee and although we will never claim to be "The Lord's School" like a school south of us that shall remain nameless, I truly believe that USU is an inspired place. Apparently I am now a true-blooded Aggie who loves the spot where the sagebrush grows...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StyAIgf5nFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_FV0dGkA-yE/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StyAIgf5nFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_FV0dGkA-yE/s320/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327337334053970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have learned many life skills here in Logan. But maybe the best of all skills that I will be able to take into my daily life is a foreign language: REDNECK. That's right. I am fluent in redneck. After spending a few years working at a fence company, I am now able to speak and understand what it means when someone says that they "usedta could" do something or the appropriate use of "getter done". I understand the value of hunting and what a big buck contest is and to always say no when one of the hunters comes back from a week in the woods and offers a dried mystery meat in an unmarked plastic bag. I also know the difference between regular wranglers and sunday wranglers. Now, how to put that on a resume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have made many friends that I will always consider family. I know what it means to have people around that will come running in the middle of the night if I need them and for this I will always be greatful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No matter how long I have lived in Utah, I can proudly say that the words "Oh my heck" have never become part of my vocabulary. Never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have learned that no matter what the weather is anywhere else in the state, the canyon has the potential to be a wild ride any time of the year. I have learned that I am able to survive rain, sleet, snow, or hail-sometimes all in one drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have learned that having sisters around me is one of my favorite things! No matter what we are doing, whether it is cooking dinner, attending a double feature, or just hanging out-we have a blast. Here we are at Maddox this past Friday taking a picture in front of a random statue:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StyBH9QjOmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IuHb_iW779o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StyBH9QjOmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IuHb_iW779o/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328427386059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure that there are many more things that I have learned here in Logan, but these are by far the top of the list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6867993283406599725?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6867993283406599725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6867993283406599725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6867993283406599725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6867993283406599725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-have-learned-from-logan.html' title='What I Have Learned from Logan'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Stx_2MEAYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sZmjbTuXKx4/s72-c/2145735871_3c0d6fa2c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-9164965289395694538</id><published>2009-10-15T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:05:08.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Watching Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StdSLIAr02I/AAAAAAAAAoE/8nBvYxYDl9E/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StdSLIAr02I/AAAAAAAAAoE/8nBvYxYDl9E/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392869429881852770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thoroughly enjoyed this new TV Season especially the addition of GLEE. It is an irreverent, quirky look at the outcasts that make up a high school glee club. They say things like, "You know, that Rachel girl makes me want to set myself on fire, but she can sure sing." But I have to say that one of my favorite lines came in last night's episode when Sue Sylvester, the coach of the award-winning cheerleaders says, "I love minorities. I do. In fact, I love them so much I am considering moving to California to become one." Like I said. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't had a chance to check it out yet, go to fox.com and catch the first episodes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-9164965289395694538?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/9164965289395694538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=9164965289395694538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9164965289395694538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9164965289395694538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-watching-now.html' title='What I&apos;m Watching Now...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/StdSLIAr02I/AAAAAAAAAoE/8nBvYxYDl9E/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8067067263903881443</id><published>2009-10-09T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:28:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too.Much.Information. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>So, a quick trip to Wal-Mart last night turned into a moment that I wanted to plug my ears and sing loudly, "I can't hear you! I can't hear you!" when I ran into an old friend of the male gender that I hadn't seen for a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB: Oh hi! (Quick embrace) How are things with you?&lt;br /&gt;Male: Great! My wife is pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;AB: Really? That is great! Does that make 3 for you?&lt;br /&gt;Male: Oh no, this will be our fourth. Our youngest is 8 months old, so they will be 11 months apart when this next one is born. &lt;br /&gt;AB: Wow! Wow...&lt;br /&gt;Male: I know-she was even on birth control. But don't worry, after this one I am getting snipped and everything so we can be free to do...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;AB: Wow...(I didn't really hear anything after this because I was too busy trying to figure out a way to run away and pick up the sour cream I needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this experience I have learned 2 things: 1. Never use the words "Quick Trip" and "Wal-Mart" in the same sentence. It will never happen. 2. Be prepared when asking the question, "How are things with you?" to hear the actual answer. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a simple plea to those of you who have no personal boundaries when it comes to sharing information about your life. If it involves the word "snipping" when describing your new method of birth control, no one besides your spouse wants to hear it. Trust me. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8067067263903881443?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8067067263903881443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8067067263903881443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8067067263903881443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8067067263903881443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/10/toomuchinformation-seriously.html' title='Too.Much.Information. Seriously.'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4268358826528193878</id><published>2009-10-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:51:12.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Here's The Story...</title><content type='html'>There have been many requests as to the story behind my move to California, so here it is: I graduated. I decided in September that I would be moving to California to look for a great job (hopefully something cool), spend time with the fam and just all around do some fun things. My last day of work here at Utah State is October 23rd and then my Dad is flying up on Thursday, October 29th and we are driving the Jeep back to Pleasanton. I will live at casa Barlow for a while whilst looking for a job to save some money and that is as far as the plan goes...for now. I am really excited and I decided that this is a great time for me to move while I still harbor great feelings about Logan. I am pretty sure that one more winter would have changed my feelings from fondness to something way worse. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to start making a list of the things that I will miss about Logan. Here is the first item on the list: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SsZmornRn4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Fd6LCt8i-A/s1600-h/photoshopped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SsZmornRn4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Fd6LCt8i-A/s320/photoshopped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388106853283635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have loved loved loved the fact that I get to live 5 minutes from the Temple. It is beautiful and you can see it from almost everywhere in the valley. And, in honor of Flashback Friday, you can see that there are others who enjoy it as well: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SsZnG7nAHgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/euN3CfHH1H8/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SsZnG7nAHgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/euN3CfHH1H8/s320/scan0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388107372973530626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure that as the next 3 weeks transpire, the list of people, places and things that I will miss about Logan will continue to grow, so I will be documenting accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4268358826528193878?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4268358826528193878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4268358826528193878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4268358826528193878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4268358826528193878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-heres-story.html' title='So, Here&apos;s The Story...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SsZmornRn4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Fd6LCt8i-A/s72-c/photoshopped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5168738094075222496</id><published>2009-09-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:47:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fall Festivities</title><content type='html'>It is finally fall here in Logan. The students are back. The Valley will soon be turning incredible crimson colors. There are a bunch of festivities going on to celebrate Homecoming week. We even have an office decorating contest that we do here in the Taggart Student Center and of course, the Admissions office will not be outdone:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PGxdmE6I/AAAAAAAAAno/sOsi0QkxIK4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PGxdmE6I/AAAAAAAAAno/sOsi0QkxIK4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385477338436080546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PGahrlWI/AAAAAAAAAng/g5WTg6sl5bs/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PGahrlWI/AAAAAAAAAng/g5WTg6sl5bs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385477332279203170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PF9xPtOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/0Ey6eNuadVM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PF9xPtOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/0Ey6eNuadVM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385477324559856866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There has been an abundance of school spirit and this week of festivities has been everything that I wanted in a Homecoming week. We are all in our game day shirts today and have even declared this Chocolate Day. Gotta love it! Go Aggies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5168738094075222496?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5168738094075222496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5168738094075222496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5168738094075222496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5168738094075222496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-fall-festivities.html' title='Fun Fall Festivities'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sr0PGxdmE6I/AAAAAAAAAno/sOsi0QkxIK4/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3495487152850444813</id><published>2009-09-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:25:56.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>I am moving to a place that looks like this in the winter:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SrPeSv9mDaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ajs-Fo-ZWys/s1600-h/scan0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SrPeSv9mDaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ajs-Fo-ZWys/s320/scan0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890393331699106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SrPegO0gyYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YgL_Mf9qmQA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SrPegO0gyYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YgL_Mf9qmQA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890624953403778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last day of work is October 23 and then I am out of here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3495487152850444813?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3495487152850444813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3495487152850444813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3495487152850444813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3495487152850444813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SrPeSv9mDaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ajs-Fo-ZWys/s72-c/scan0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-417384785007207904</id><published>2009-09-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:58:44.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?</title><content type='html'>I find that this day has been a day of reflection, remembering where I was 8 years ago at this time and being nervous about the future of my country. I was reassured by my Commander-In-Chief who promised that the actions of these "faceless cowards" would not go unanswered. It is days like this that I look back on the state of our country and how it has changed since then and I find that I am nervous about the future of our country for different reasons. On days like this I am not so reassured by my Commander-In-Chief who seems to forget that he works for the people and can't stop campaigning even though he has been elected. On days like this I resent that we have a President who asks me to pledge to be a better citizen of this country but gets upset when anyone questions why he is not a better leader. It is days like this that I reflect what it means to be an American. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqqnrNjMtpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/338bOIcx6IM/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqqnrNjMtpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/338bOIcx6IM/s320/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380297065660987026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I look to the leaders that I do have faith in and who have always made me feel reassured. Harold B. Lee had this to say about our country: "Men may fail in this country, earthquakes may come, seas may heave beyond their bounds, there may be great drought, disaster, and hardship, but this nation, founded on principles laid down by men whom God raised up, will never fail.  This is the cradle of humanity, where life on this earth began in the Garden of Eden.  This is the place of the new Jerusalem.  This is the place that the Lord said is favored above all other nations in all the world.  This is the place where the Savior will come to His temple.  This is the favored land in all the world.  &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I repeat, men may fail, but this nation won't fail.  I have faith in America; you and I must have faith in America, if we understand the teachings of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  We are living in a day when we must pay heed to these challenges. &lt;/strong&gt;I plead with you not to preach pessimism.  Preach that this is the greatest country in all the world.  This is the favored land.  This is the land of our forefathers.  It is the nation that will stand despite whatever trials or crises it may yet have to pass through." (Ye Are the Light of the World, 350-51)&lt;br /&gt;It is days like this that make me greatful to be an American-to mean it when I pledge allegiance to "...One Nation, under God, INDIVISIBLE..." and especially greatful that I believe the words of my church leaders when they reassure me that I live in a place that is favored above all other nations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-417384785007207904?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/417384785007207904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=417384785007207904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/417384785007207904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/417384785007207904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-were-you-when-world-stopped.html' title='Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqqnrNjMtpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/338bOIcx6IM/s72-c/images%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4627223377985213932</id><published>2009-09-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:54:56.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Did!!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in the history of my life, I set a goal. I have set numerous goals, but this particular one took a lot of time, money, effort and had quite a few obstacles that had to be overcome. So, the last couple of years of my life, I have made this goal a priority. I have sacrificed time and sleep and worked really hard and after traveling on what seemed like a long and winding road, I have accomplished this goal. So, I will give you a couple of hints as to what I finished as of August 14, 2009:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I finally get to wear one of these in Aggie Blue: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqFKNJYD4BI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bPvBQEaizlw/s1600-h/ARRXEXCCAXIR3ZHCA5WYLF7CA1IGN70CA8T684SCAKNJO1WCAM068MNCAD9KFK1CAQHEYJRCAW2DG02CAH2FVFKCA2R7C6ACA7JFJJUCA3QHKINCA1116HDCA1906DLCAEH0H2ACA0SVSFTCA06EY47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqFKNJYD4BI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bPvBQEaizlw/s320/ARRXEXCCAXIR3ZHCA5WYLF7CA1IGN70CA8T684SCAKNJO1WCAM068MNCAD9KFK1CAQHEYJRCAW2DG02CAH2FVFKCA2R7C6ACA7JFJJUCA3QHKINCA1116HDCA1906DLCAEH0H2ACA0SVSFTCA06EY47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377661019772674066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also fulfilled a promise that I made to this lady not so long ago:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqFN1V1ecVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2b7sFSZn59w/s1600-h/scan0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqFN1V1ecVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2b7sFSZn59w/s320/scan0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665008846926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Being Flashback Friday, I had to post a great pic) And I am pretty sure that I heard some cheers from Heaven when all was said and done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't guess from the clues-I GRADUATED! I now have an official Bachelor of Science Degree posted on my transcripts and everything! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find a job where someone pays me a lot of money to do something that I like. No problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4627223377985213932?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4627223377985213932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4627223377985213932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4627223377985213932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4627223377985213932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-what-i-did.html' title='Guess What I Did!!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SqFKNJYD4BI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bPvBQEaizlw/s72-c/ARRXEXCCAXIR3ZHCA5WYLF7CA1IGN70CA8T684SCAKNJO1WCAM068MNCAD9KFK1CAQHEYJRCAW2DG02CAH2FVFKCA2R7C6ACA7JFJJUCA3QHKINCA1116HDCA1906DLCAEH0H2ACA0SVSFTCA06EY47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1723126293030929364</id><published>2009-08-24T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:45:41.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...I mean WEEK!</title><content type='html'>It has become tradition in my world to celebrate everyone's birthdays for at least a week. It takes that long to really make someone feel appreciated. SO, I figured it would be a great time to take at least a few days to celebrate my birthday. I got to head down to Taylorsville and blow out some candles:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMjOCDLFwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/AvhhHrY7nXU/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMjOCDLFwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/AvhhHrY7nXU/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373677504358455042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then eat some yummy homemade cupcakes with some of my favorite girls:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMjZgV5lXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eHN6RhZazWk/s1600-h/DSCN1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMjZgV5lXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eHN6RhZazWk/s320/DSCN1164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373677701468624242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I went out to eat with my sister named Laura to PF Changs and it was so yummy! I would definitely recommend the lettuce wraps-they were to die for! This was the day for some great presents too: some yummy smelling lotion from B &amp; B Works and a new Digital Camera! Anyone who has had to take a picture with what I lovingly refer to as "ghetto camera" will happily agree that this was a much needed gift:) Then, after a few days in Salt Lake, I headed back to Logan for a half day of work and then, Saturday we went to Bear Lake:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMkXUdc1kI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_8DqGRSDLTY/s1600-h/DSCN1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMkXUdc1kI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_8DqGRSDLTY/s320/DSCN1168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373678763430958658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the Bear Lake Lookout and this was the best pic taken by the poor nerdy guy that we asked to take the picture for us. We had a great time and went to LaBeau's (who gave me food poisoning for my birthday and are SO not getting a thank you card for that gift) and just hung out on the lake. And in true Barlow tradition, I had to take a picture of the natural habitat of Bear Lake:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMk7iHoCkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/G2tZRCOJ5sE/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMk7iHoCkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/G2tZRCOJ5sE/s320/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373679385572805186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am pretty sure that I never want to run across the "Utah Sucker Fish" whilst playing in the water. All-in-all I had a great week and although I still only admit to being "Twenty Ten" this birthday will rank up there on the list of favorites. Thanks to everyone for the cards, pics, well wishes on Facebook, phone calls and presents. And, oh yeah, I also get to go shopping at my favorite store, ROSS! So I truly feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1723126293030929364?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1723126293030929364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1723126293030929364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1723126293030929364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1723126293030929364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthdayi-mean-week.html' title='Happy Birthday...I mean WEEK!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SpMjOCDLFwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/AvhhHrY7nXU/s72-c/DSCN1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4545833924004578375</id><published>2009-08-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:25:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were a group of friends that were always together. They had lots of good times and knew all of each other's secrets (well, most of them anyway...)and will always have great memories. Then, some of them scattered out of Logan to do things like go to school and get better jobs. Weird. But, every once in a while, one of them will do something worth traveling back to Logan. This weekend there was such an occasion. Brad and Tanja got married on Saturday and even convinced a couple people to wear tuxedos. Luckily they are worth it and the tuxedos looked great!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomGlEbQWfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HW1JPzcTeBM/s1600-h/DSCN1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomGlEbQWfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HW1JPzcTeBM/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972002017368562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura came up from Salt Lake and here we are with our Joe:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomHHmcSIMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nRje6E0IxBQ/s1600-h/DSCN1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomHHmcSIMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nRje6E0IxBQ/s320/DSCN1151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972595264037058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura, Me, Tanja, Brad and Michelle. Yes, this is Brad's picture face:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomHwnhJhWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YgS6OAruFZM/s1600-h/DSCN1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomHwnhJhWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YgS6OAruFZM/s320/DSCN1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370973299927516514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, the whole gang together at one time:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomICbMnWOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WMFYbXEO5RY/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomICbMnWOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WMFYbXEO5RY/s320/DSCN1159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370973605857810658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe, Jer, Michelle, Laura, Mikol, Me, and Dave. It was great to have everyone together at least for one night and I am glad that everyone made the trip so that we could catch up on eachother's secrets. I heart you all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4545833924004578375?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4545833924004578375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4545833924004578375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4545833924004578375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4545833924004578375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SomGlEbQWfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HW1JPzcTeBM/s72-c/DSCN1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-751619389548097512</id><published>2009-08-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:54:49.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart the A's...and the Bees!</title><content type='html'>Every summer I try to make it to at least one Salt Lake Bees game and Monday night was the night. It was a perfect night for baseball and there was excitement in the air to be able to watch a great game!  We had a whole section of friends and got to meet up with some of our SLC friends we don't get to see much anymore:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNUXTFPppI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kQKbqgfNUoU/s1600-h/DSCN1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNUXTFPppI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kQKbqgfNUoU/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369227939991758482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you can see our new friend Derek and the famous Robert Draper in the background. We  got to hang around with another new friend:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNUyF8q7bI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GDheuqaZo6c/s1600-h/DSCN1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNUyF8q7bI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GDheuqaZo6c/s320/DSCN1149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369228400322604466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It also marked another occasion of being able to hang out with these two for the last time before they get married on Saturday:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNVF40lQ7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/jdOXFr47J1o/s1600-h/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNVF40lQ7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/jdOXFr47J1o/s320/DSCN1143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369228740396401586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They really love baseball. All-in-all it was a great night and totally worth the drive to Salt Lake-even though the Bees really lost big time. But as an A's fan, it just felt right to be cheering for a team that not only loses, but loses with style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-751619389548097512?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/751619389548097512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=751619389548097512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/751619389548097512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/751619389548097512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heart-asand-bees.html' title='I heart the A&apos;s...and the Bees!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SoNUXTFPppI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kQKbqgfNUoU/s72-c/DSCN1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2336347716386709337</id><published>2009-08-05T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:39:03.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is MUCH Better. I promise...</title><content type='html'>So, after being the driver of the Grumpy Gus Bus yesterday, I decided that I needed some retail therapy before going home to crawl in my bed and hide from the world. I went and got some yummy food from Lee's (mostly all healthy) and decided that I needed to trek to my most favorite store in Logan:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SnojFLerJZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mi_YkOuksFM/s1600-h/logo_new%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SnojFLerJZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mi_YkOuksFM/s320/logo_new%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640477853132178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone who knows me knows how much I love this store. It is filled with treasures that you never knew you needed for much less than you ever thought you would spend for them. In true fashion of the day yesterday, however, I was almost hit by a car in the parking lot. Don't worry, I jumped out of the way just in time, banged on the hood and shouted, "Watch where you are going!!" to the teenage driver who apparently cannot drive, talk on her cell phone and apply lip gloss all at the same time. I desperately needed a little time in ROSS to salvage my day. Luckily, I found some cookbooks that I have been looking for forever for great deals! I found this one:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Snoj_mKKUyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3-ECdjaqna4/s1600-h/51KQsiPm6QL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Snoj_mKKUyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3-ECdjaqna4/s320/51KQsiPm6QL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641481447265058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which has some great ways to sneak veggies into recipes and no one will ever know it and I also found: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SnokRbQklYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7qIA0g6amQo/s1600-h/51GCWUbuf-L._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SnokRbQklYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7qIA0g6amQo/s320/51GCWUbuf-L._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641787759007106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is 3 cookbooks in 1! All of the recipes are very easy, healthy and yummy! And what kind of girl would I be if I left Utah without knowing how to make casseroles? What kind of deals did I get for all of this you ask? I spent a grand total of $10.68 at ROSS and left with a smile on my face. So, if you are looking for a gift for me to convince me you are my favorite, you could get me one of these:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Snok2gb9PiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/iOq8eNjQ1sI/s1600-h/gift1%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Snok2gb9PiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/iOq8eNjQ1sI/s320/gift1%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642424804097570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would heart you forever...better yet, just come shopping with me. It would be a good time had by all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2336347716386709337?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2336347716386709337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2336347716386709337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2336347716386709337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2336347716386709337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-much-better-i-promise.html' title='Today is MUCH Better. I promise...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SnojFLerJZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mi_YkOuksFM/s72-c/logo_new%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8307716242035677867</id><published>2009-08-04T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:43:19.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been One of Those Days...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am a little cranky because I woke up with a headache today. Maybe it is because I am a little tired, maybe a little crazy busy. I am not sure. All I know is that I have reached my limit of tolerance for today and luckily my plans for tonight have evolved into crawling into my bed with two guys named Ben and Jerry and watching a movie-just to spare the world from my presence. What pushed me over the edge you ask? Well here are the things that have gotten on my last nerve today:&lt;br /&gt;1. A well-known advisor called me today and first asked in her condescending tone,"How are WE doing today?" and then later in the conversation,"Why would WE do this?" Seriously? How are WE doing? Well, I am fine, how are all of you? Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;2. This doesn't happen very often but two students applied today stating their majors as "Public Health" only they forgot to include the "L". Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got asked the question,"So when is Preston going to be Annexed into Utah so that we can receive Utah Residency?" Seriously? What I wanted to say was,"Well, Utah and Idaho are going to be combined to make one large state. We're going to call it Udaho." Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the sarcastic answers that run through my mind when things like this happen are not the first things that pop out of my mouth. But seriously. I promise that I love my life and the next post will be way more positive. But for right now, I have just had it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8307716242035677867?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8307716242035677867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8307716242035677867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8307716242035677867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8307716242035677867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s Been One of Those Days...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4791712992319652381</id><published>2009-07-30T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:07:22.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week:</title><content type='html'>"If we do everything right, there is still a 30% chance that we are going to get it wrong." -Vice President Joe Biden&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4791712992319652381?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4791712992319652381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4791712992319652381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4791712992319652381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4791712992319652381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week:'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3558137581393111170</id><published>2009-07-13T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:57:26.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime?</title><content type='html'>Gotta love Logan in the summertime! We have done lots of things like gone to Summerfest:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluMWJ6RiaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i6tn0yuSXkU/s1600-h/CIMG0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluMWJ6RiaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i6tn0yuSXkU/s320/CIMG0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358030493932685730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is a great outdoor art festival where we go to check out some local artists, hear some cool music, and observe some of the random locals that seem to only come out in the summer:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluMwVkw05I/AAAAAAAAAj4/FQFCGLh4Sv0/s1600-h/CIMG0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluMwVkw05I/AAAAAAAAAj4/FQFCGLh4Sv0/s320/CIMG0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358030943740285842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, let's be honest, we really go to Summerfest to eat the Dutch Oven food and Funnelcakes. Good thing it is only here once a year...&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am only working on my internship through work this summer in order to graduate, I have more time for projects. I needed an end table, so I took this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluNd1RdF7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0_ERfCQDRIg/s1600-h/CIMG0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluNd1RdF7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0_ERfCQDRIg/s320/CIMG0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358031725343348658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And used a little of this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluNpShzl_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2rt30VhnsU0/s1600-h/CIMG0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluNpShzl_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2rt30VhnsU0/s320/CIMG0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358031922175121394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To make it into this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluN5I-YWkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QPsi3hxneQI/s1600-h/CIMG0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluN5I-YWkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QPsi3hxneQI/s320/CIMG0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032194488523330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had the chance to have lots of fun visitors to Logan. My favorites were all in town for the 4th of July weekend, so there was lots of food, fun and watching the fireworks from the stadium. Then, last week, two of my BFFs that I grew up with in Pleasanton converged in Logan. We had a great time, and of course I had to take them to the Famous Aggie Ice Cream (which they insisted must not be THAT famous because they had never heard of it!). Here is a bad picture of Robin, Me, and Janette:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluOtZKtOPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jZUqQauEJkM/s1600-h/ATT00001+(7).jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluOtZKtOPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jZUqQauEJkM/s320/ATT00001+(7).jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033092188387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a way better picture of the cute kids:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluO9E0brKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Af1m5ps8vYg/s1600-h/CIMG0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluO9E0brKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Af1m5ps8vYg/s320/CIMG0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033361604160674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week, we are going to Harry Potter (which is an event in itself)there's a visit from my favorite Janae from Idaho Falls and then leave for a week in Cali on the 22nd. Until then, I just have one more project to tackle:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluQCdfuhaI/AAAAAAAAAko/0ntz6vdz8gc/s1600-h/CIMG0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluQCdfuhaI/AAAAAAAAAko/0ntz6vdz8gc/s320/CIMG0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358034553639175586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my $8 kitchen table that right now resembles something from the '80s. So, I have stripped the top and am thinking it needs to be a red top with a black base to match my house but I haven't totally decided...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3558137581393111170?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3558137581393111170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3558137581393111170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3558137581393111170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3558137581393111170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SluMWJ6RiaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i6tn0yuSXkU/s72-c/CIMG0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-7198541975936625083</id><published>2009-07-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:33:55.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Barlow, Yes I Am</title><content type='html'>Talk to any member of the Barlow family about this little girl named Sammie and be prepared to hear some gushing:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SlJfK6bPDeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/m31ZJV8cbD0/s1600-h/Sammie+swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SlJfK6bPDeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/m31ZJV8cbD0/s320/Sammie+swimsuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355447547983760866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you spot the family resemblance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-7198541975936625083?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/7198541975936625083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=7198541975936625083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7198541975936625083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7198541975936625083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-barlow-yes-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m a Barlow, Yes I Am'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SlJfK6bPDeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/m31ZJV8cbD0/s72-c/Sammie+swimsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5036231999070028206</id><published>2009-07-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:51:36.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moneyball Shmoneyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0I1FHn1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ENrg4Sq2EVY/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0I1FHn1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ENrg4Sq2EVY/s320/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353945240013624722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Oakland A's:&lt;br /&gt;You are breaking my heart. I am reading a book right now that is written about your brilliant tactics to save money while still winning games and being contenders called "Moneyball". There is even a movie being made about the Oakland A's of the late 90's and early 2000's where Brad Pitt will be playing the "visionary" General Manager Billy Beane. The concept of spending the least to get the most return is something that everyone can relate to, especially now. But, I have to tell you that it is now 2009 and you are becoming legendary at something else that no one will write a book about. Being bad. Not only being bad, but setting a new level of bad-ness and it makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where we would get all decked out in our green and gold and head to the games early to catch batting practice. To be able to take in the sights and smells of the Coliseum was always exciting. No matter how many games we went to, we still anxiously made the 20 minute drive to Oakland to see our team. We were proud to cheer on our A's and to defend them to anyone who said a bad thing about them. In fact, the Coliseum will always hold a special place in my heart as will the smell of hot dogs and fresh cut grass.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0Lb2syiRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BBr1mHD3bcU/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0Lb2syiRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BBr1mHD3bcU/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948105181137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing better than spending a summer night at a ballpark that is filled to capacity with the buzz of excitement to watch our team and cheer them on to victory. &lt;br /&gt;The tone at the Coliseum has changed dramatically, though, and that is the part that breaks my heart. It is almost with dread that we go to Oakland to see our A's because we know that they will most likely lose. The stands are not even close to being full and the excited buzz is gone. Even the players drag themselves onto the field as if they have lost a bet and now have to play baseball. Moneyball, I am afraid to say, is no longer working. It is time to think of something else. As I sat at the game with my family the last time we went and reminisced about the "good 'ol days" with my Dad, I truly felt a sense of loss. So, my plea to you, Oakland Athletics, is this: Please do something different! Restore the trust of your faithful followers before you lose all of us loyal fans that are left. &lt;br /&gt;With that said, I pledge to always be your fan. I will take a page from the Boston Red Sox fans who watched their team suffer from the Curse of the Bambino for years and never let their loyalty waiver. In the end, they were blessed with a World Series title. I have faith in you, A's. I know that you can be great. There will be something to celebrate again and your stands will be full of fans that can once again hold their heads high.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0N0GzZ0rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/q2lD-T-Z5zg/s1600-h/Clinch1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;widt h: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0N0GzZ0rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/q2lD-T-Z5zg/s320/Clinch1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353950720843961010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please just hurry. I don't know how many more losing seasons my heart can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5036231999070028206?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5036231999070028206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5036231999070028206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5036231999070028206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5036231999070028206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/06/moneyball-shmoneyball.html' title='Moneyball Shmoneyball'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sk0I1FHn1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ENrg4Sq2EVY/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8521926705237274650</id><published>2009-06-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:25:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Seriously...</title><content type='html'>Conversation overheard in the check-out line at The Wal-Mart today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;:(wearing a Class of 2009 t-shirt and a CTR ring) Mom, why do I even have to take the ACT to get into College? It's not like I will need any of those skills to survive in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (thinking silently in my head) Yeah, you will never need basic reading, writing, and comprehension skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;:(wearing a BYU shirt and CTR ring as well) I don't see why they make you take that test. You don't really need to go to college anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (again silently in my head, except for screaming this time) What?! Even the prophet has instructed women to be educated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;: I know! You and Dad didn't go to college and we are doing just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: Right. Girls don't need a degree to be wives and mothers. You will just get married and your husband will take care of everything that you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (silently in my head, trying with all of my might not to scream out loud) Seriously? What's the need to be educated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;: I know. When I get married, then I can just do what my husband wants me to do and I will be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: (pulling out the food stamps, no joke, to pay for her food)That's true, now we just need to find you a husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (pulling out my phone to make sure that the date says 2009 and not 1950) Wow! I wonder if these people have been frozen in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Since when did it become okay to just not be educated? There are many ways to educate ourselves without having degrees, and some of the smartest people I know have been quite successful without having one. That's not the point. I just worry with the way that the world is changing that we need to be taking every opportunity to better our lives and be prepared. Seriously. I think that I will write the book that is floating around in my head. It's called, "Making the most of your Singleness". Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8521926705237274650?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8521926705237274650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8521926705237274650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8521926705237274650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8521926705237274650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously? Seriously...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8350759205150559001</id><published>2009-06-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:56:43.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day to my Favorite Fathers!</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone has a great Father's Day this weekend-especially a few of my favorite Dads: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjumyERdzRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4aMCmgr4Zwg/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjumyERdzRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4aMCmgr4Zwg/s320/scan0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052361503264018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you all and thanks for being such great Fathers and Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8350759205150559001?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8350759205150559001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8350759205150559001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8350759205150559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8350759205150559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-my-favorite.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day to my Favorite Fathers!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjumyERdzRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4aMCmgr4Zwg/s72-c/scan0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8406640158438470793</id><published>2009-06-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:42:05.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Disaster Behind These Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>It has been unusually long since I have blogged, but it is mostly because I have not been feeling very inspired as of late. This could partly be due to the fact that it has been raining for days and days here in Seattle, er...Logan. So, I needed a cure for the blues and fast. Anyone who knows the Barlow girls knows that we love love love Kelly Clarkson! We have been to her concerts any time that she has come near us and even flew home one time to see her play in San Jose. There's nothing like going to a fun concert with your sister (who, by the way could be Kelly's twin) and just having a blast to cure the blahs. So, we packed the rain gear into Lois the Montero and headed to Provo for the outdoor concert because let's be honest-we will always go see Kelly come rain or come shine or under the rainbow:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ15M5aiwI/AAAAAAAAAis/KTP5llGqp5I/s1600-h/CIMG0661+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ15M5aiwI/AAAAAAAAAis/KTP5llGqp5I/s320/CIMG0661+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591233124076290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, neither one of us has Hazel Eyes...but I for sure had some frizzies in the rain:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ2LjuNIMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-BkOsrG9tlc/s1600-h/CIMG0657+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ2LjuNIMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-BkOsrG9tlc/s320/CIMG0657+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591548488720578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, it only sprinkled for a few minutes and we stayed pretty warm the whole time. We sang and danced and got pretty close to the stage. It was great!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ2m9KPLHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/beWUW-XoiX0/s1600-h/CIMG0665+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ2m9KPLHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/beWUW-XoiX0/s320/CIMG0665+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347592019173649522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, I decided that I really love to go to outdoor concerts because it stays pretty cool and my ears don't ring for days and days after the concert...which may or may not have happened after seeing Kelly with Reba in the Energy Solutions Arena in October...anyways, it was fun weekend with Laura and Kelly and I think that the funk may be lifting:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8406640158438470793?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8406640158438470793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8406640158438470793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8406640158438470793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8406640158438470793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-disaster-behind-these-hazel.html' title='Beautiful Disaster Behind These Hazel Eyes'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SjZ15M5aiwI/AAAAAAAAAis/KTP5llGqp5I/s72-c/CIMG0661+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8004832816116347401</id><published>2009-05-28T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:52:48.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>Seeing as though today is the actual day that we celebrate Laura's entrance into the world, I thought it only fitting to dedicate a blog to her. I won't say how old she is, but here are 26 words that describe her. Laura is:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7bPuLK8VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/srg5Y-XB7kM/s1600-h/scan0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7bPuLK8VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/srg5Y-XB7kM/s320/scan0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340947271247393106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEAUTIFUL, SMILEY, HUGGABLE, BRIGHT, INSPIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7brN3TMkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dnvyxZ-MYJw/s1600-h/scan0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7brN3TMkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dnvyxZ-MYJw/s320/scan0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340947743610450498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FASHIONABLE, HAPPY, LOVABLE, PASSIONATE, HARD-WORKING &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7cpAUJVrI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tOj44uCsCwo/s1600-h/scan0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7cpAUJVrI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tOj44uCsCwo/s320/scan0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340948805125232306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ACTIVE, ADVENTUROUS, SPONTANEOUS, SUNNY, ATHLETIC&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7dN655BfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_84cohCjyO8/s1600-h/scan0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7dN655BfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_84cohCjyO8/s320/scan0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340949439328093682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SILLY, INTELLIGENT, CREATIVE, AMBITIOUS, KIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7dxON4EoI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ByOyHs4y9g/s1600-h/scan0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7dxON4EoI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ByOyHs4y9g/s320/scan0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340950045807612546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GENTLE, LOYAL, OUTGOING, FRIENDLY, GRACIOUS&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7qWRjIszI/AAAAAAAAAik/2GxD1dIaf0g/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7qWRjIszI/AAAAAAAAAik/2GxD1dIaf0g/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340963876496782130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most of all, she is a GREAT Aunt, Sister, Daughter, and FRIEND. So Happy Birthday Sister! Hope you have a great day and I love you tons! Thanks for being born:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8004832816116347401?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8004832816116347401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8004832816116347401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8004832816116347401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8004832816116347401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/05/lauras-birthday-part-2.html' title='Laura&apos;s Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh7bPuLK8VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/srg5Y-XB7kM/s72-c/scan0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1229430812795583429</id><published>2009-05-27T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:56:32.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Birthday Weekend Part 1</title><content type='html'>This past Memorial Day Weekend (aka in the Barlow family as Laura's Birthday Weekend, not to be confused with Laura's Birthday Month) we all got together in Cali for a great time. We got to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this one to the A's game and Pyrospectacular:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2AyFtYSdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vObMzrOLAEA/s1600-h/CIMG0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2AyFtYSdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vObMzrOLAEA/s320/CIMG0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340566331145603538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammie + Dancing Aunties = TWO appearances on the Jumbotron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to have a huge dinner with these people:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2BV1MUypI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tU53Oqmzu8o/s1600-h/4197_178536370506_747090506_6941109_8214533_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2BV1MUypI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tU53Oqmzu8o/s320/4197_178536370506_747090506_6941109_8214533_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340566945187285650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat some yummy white-trash-decorated snickerdoodle birthday cake:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2CGn_6PDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/iPnaVXfJis8/s1600-h/4197_177445360506_747090506_6908604_3807954_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2CGn_6PDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/iPnaVXfJis8/s320/4197_177445360506_747090506_6908604_3807954_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567783459142706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make sure to have some Sammie time so that she knows her Utah relatives. Auntie Anne fed her ice and she loved it! She looked like this after-which is also coincidentally when we found out that she has a fear of hair dryers:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2C2q5CiCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qU_uEefGnhI/s1600-h/CIMG0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2C2q5CiCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qU_uEefGnhI/s320/CIMG0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568608869353506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all we had a great weekend in Cali and then on the way back I got to see one of my most favorite friends Janette and hang out with her family in Taylorsville (which is also, coincidentally when I realized that I never want to live in Taylorsville):&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2DvExl-II/AAAAAAAAAh0/9dzKOAQZXEA/s1600-h/CIMG0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2DvExl-II/AAAAAAAAAh0/9dzKOAQZXEA/s320/CIMG0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569577890117762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great, relaxing weekend filled with the 4 F's: Food, Family, Friends and Fun! So many thanks to Laura for being born on a holiday weekend...the white trash snickerdoodle cake may just have to become a tradition:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1229430812795583429?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1229430812795583429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1229430812795583429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1229430812795583429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1229430812795583429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/05/lauras-birthday-weekend-part-1.html' title='Laura&apos;s Birthday Weekend Part 1'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sh2AyFtYSdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vObMzrOLAEA/s72-c/CIMG0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8944582347682213608</id><published>2009-05-20T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:02:29.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Frisbee?!? Awesome!</title><content type='html'>I got to go to a seminar today with my office and although the seminar itself was pretty lame-we were supposed to be learning about balancing work and life, but instead learned about how the presenter balances her incredibly talented 4 children and all of their activities-but they had prizes! There were some cool planners and binders and gym bags, but what I really wanted was the consolation prize: a collapsible frisbee! It starts out in a pouch like this: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ShRgImvfe8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/CMPBzKaGIG4/s1600-h/CIMG0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ShRgImvfe8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/CMPBzKaGIG4/s320/CIMG0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337997159295843266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice how big it is compared to the keyboard. But the coolest part is that it unfolds into this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ShRgXLpY2XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hNV8pe6nK4E/s1600-h/CIMG0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ShRgXLpY2XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hNV8pe6nK4E/s320/CIMG0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337997409720523122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fully functional frisbee! What exactly is it that makes us get so excited about free stuff? Not once have I ever thought, "Wow, you know what this day needs? Some frisbee...too bad I don't have one with me." But the prospect of having one today made me literally clap my hands in excitement. It doesn't seem to matter what it is that is dangled in front of us, but if it is free, it magically transforms into the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am complaining. I will now have a frisbee to carry with me in my purse so that I can play anytime and anywhere the need arises. I will just keep it next to my free measuring tape and floss. Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8944582347682213608?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8944582347682213608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8944582347682213608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8944582347682213608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8944582347682213608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-frisbee-awesome.html' title='Free Frisbee?!? Awesome!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ShRgImvfe8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/CMPBzKaGIG4/s72-c/CIMG0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1531221918034462597</id><published>2009-05-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:40:26.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday from the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>The other week I was playing with Ellie, a 5-year-old daughter of a member of the Bishopric in our ward. We were racing down the hallways of the church and I would let Ellie win (of course because she is 5), but she decided that she needed to help me out a little with my racing skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Oh man! You beat me again-you are SO fast!&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: I know, I usually beat everyone in my class. Can we race again?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Sure, but I bet you will beat me...again. &lt;br /&gt;Ellie: You know, if you were skinnier, you could run faster. &lt;br /&gt;Anne: Ha Ha-Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, kids only speak the truth. They mean no harm by what they say, bless their little souls. But what Ellie said really resonated with me and got me to thinking-there are probably a lot of things that I could do better if I were skinnier. Now that school is over and I have a few more minutes of time, I will be rededicating myself to being healthy and getting in shape again so that I can beat people when I race them. I will definitely keep everyone posted on my progress, because I am sure that we can all use a little motivation...and I am sure that Ellie will keep me in check. Thanks Ellie:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the flashback picture of the week and it will give you a little hint to where I will be next weekend:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sg2-oShGRJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7-UrckElwVk/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sg2-oShGRJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7-UrckElwVk/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336130732878611602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, I am headed to Cali for the weekend with Laura to celebrate her birthday and of course go to some A's games. It will be a blast and a well needed break for both of us and we get to just hang out with our family. Ahh life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1531221918034462597?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1531221918034462597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1531221918034462597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1531221918034462597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1531221918034462597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Flashback Friday from the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sg2-oShGRJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7-UrckElwVk/s72-c/scan0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6202762002098477435</id><published>2009-05-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:29:41.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday and Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>In honor of Mother's Day, I thought that I would post a good pic of me and my Mom from back in the day:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SgRAl-RPaQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iJf5Mi434-A/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SgRAl-RPaQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iJf5Mi434-A/s320/scan0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333458879828158722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This testifies of the love I have for my Mom because it is definitely a great picture of her, but for me, this documents the start of my Awkward Phase-I am pretty sure that I am 11 or 12 here and already taller than my 5'4" Mom. She even has heels on and I have flats! Anyways-my Mom has always been a great lady and a great example and has always loved all of us unconditionally. Even through our Awkward Phases(which I think that I might still be in...)so thanks for being a great Mom! Love you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6202762002098477435?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6202762002098477435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6202762002098477435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6202762002098477435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6202762002098477435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-and-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Flashback Friday and Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SgRAl-RPaQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iJf5Mi434-A/s72-c/scan0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1005064107969289050</id><published>2009-04-30T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:10:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singleton Living. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>There are very few times that us single gals really lament not having a guy around. Don't get me wrong, if the right guy comes along, there will be no protests from me. But every once in a while, like when there is something heavy to be moved, something slimy to be smooshed, a lid to be opened, or a vehicle to be worked on, I can't help but think, "Wow, it would be really nice to have a guy around." My latest adventure into car repair has made me think that a boyfriend right now would be great.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SfozUOGC-7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/zHNJNXzp0OE/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SfozUOGC-7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/zHNJNXzp0OE/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330629531420261298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there I was, just making a call to my trusted mechanic who has taken very good care of the Jeep in the past when I got someone new on the phone and here is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: Brent Allen Automotive, how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;AnneBarlow: Hi-this is Anne. I need to make an appointment for you to look at my Jeep. You've had it in there before. &lt;br /&gt;M: Oh? Is there something wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;AB: I am not totally sure, but it has started to make a whistling sound. &lt;br /&gt;M: A whistle or a whistle?&lt;br /&gt;AB: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;M: Well what do you think it is?&lt;br /&gt;AB: I am not sure, maybe a belt problem? You would probably be better equipped to figure out the problem than I am...&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, I am not so sure about that. You said that you have a Jeep?&lt;br /&gt;AB:Yes, a Jeep Grand Cherokee. &lt;br /&gt;M: I heard those were pretty crappy cars to own. I would probably never buy one.&lt;br /&gt;AB: Well, I love mine and it has been a really good car for me so far. Except for the whistling sound. &lt;br /&gt;M: A whistling sound or a whistling sound?&lt;br /&gt;AB: You must be new. (long pause) Is Brent there?&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh Sure-here he is. &lt;br /&gt;Brent: Hi Anne-you can bring the Jeep in on Saturday. No problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you ask, this conversation was for real and it happened to me just yesterday. Luckily, I am the daughter of a car guy who taught me well, so it is very rare that a mechanic tries to pull one over on me. I have to think though, that if  there was a male voice coming from my end of the line, the conversation would have gone differently.Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1005064107969289050?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1005064107969289050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1005064107969289050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1005064107969289050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1005064107969289050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/singleton-living-seriously.html' title='Singleton Living. Seriously.'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SfozUOGC-7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/zHNJNXzp0OE/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-23299210292677631</id><published>2009-04-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:19:48.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Saturdays are way better than Rainy Mondays</title><content type='html'>It is becoming that wedding time of year again and one of my most favorite people got married on Saturday. Here is Beautiful Shayna Val Ringer now Peterson with her new husband Jeremy:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeySKd2XyRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RZuNNc0xLMU/s1600-h/CIMG0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeySKd2XyRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RZuNNc0xLMU/s320/CIMG0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793167781480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a snowy week, it turned out to be a beautiful day. The wedding was incredible and it was great to spend an entire day with the spirit of happiness. I even got a blast from the past when I ran into one of my friends from my Ricks College days. Love it when that happens. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeyTiWpCkLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uJtFhj3kPvc/s1600-h/CIMG0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeyTiWpCkLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uJtFhj3kPvc/s320/CIMG0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326794677675004082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And did I mention that I am VERY ready for Spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-23299210292677631?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/23299210292677631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=23299210292677631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/23299210292677631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/23299210292677631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-saturdays.html' title='Wedding Saturdays are way better than Rainy Mondays'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeySKd2XyRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RZuNNc0xLMU/s72-c/CIMG0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8081452645883220745</id><published>2009-04-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:24:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I have been doing some random blog posts to get credit for one of my classes and my Professor commented in class that some people's blogs have been too positive. Whoops...so here is a list of some not so positive things that I came up with that I could live without:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bad Breath. I sat behind Amy Bad Breath in Mrs. Henderson's 8th Grade French class and I don't really remember much about her, just that she had horrible breath and I never wanted to talk to her. So if you are someone's Amy Bad Breath, always have a fresh piece of gum ready. Always. &lt;br /&gt;2. When people start a sentence with, "No offense, but..." Here's a tip, if you have to clarify that what you are about to say is not going to be offensive, it probably will offend. &lt;br /&gt;3. Big Hair Days. As a curly haired girl, I can usually pull of having cute hair if I try. The problem is, sometimes it just gets HUGE and looks like I am trying to be an '80s rocker. Someone even commented on it in Sunday School one time about how they were trying to make a comment but the teacher couldn't see them because they were sitting behind my huge hair. Not funny. &lt;br /&gt;4. When people refer to everything outside of Utah and Idaho as "The Mission Field". I stole this one from Laura, but I totally agree. Does this mean that anyone living in Utah and Idaho is exempt from doing missionary work? If this were true, why are missionaries even sent here anymore and not out "to the mission field"?  &lt;br /&gt;5. The question, "Why aren't you married?" This always brings an awkward stop to any conversation much like the question, "Why are you so ugly?" would. I never really know what people are expecting to hear as the answer to this question, but so far I have been able to avoid vocalizing some of the sarcastic answers that run through my head. So far...&lt;br /&gt;6. Personal Space Invaders. I have a very fine tuned creep-o-meter and if you are one that gives me the creeps, get out of my space. Hand shakes and high fives are fine, but sometimes even that is too close. And no hugging. Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Knowers of Everything. You know who I am talking about. These are the people who know more information than you about anything and everything. And they shove it down your throat. No matter what they have had more experience than you, and they make sure that you always know if they think that you are wrong-awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Complainers. I am just as sympathetic as the next person, but stop complaining. If you are having a hard time about something and feeling sorry for yourself, get online and google one of the following words: poverty, bankruptcy, unemployment rates, cancer, recent deaths...or anything along those lines. I guarantee it will make you feel better about your life because you will most likely find someone who has it worse than you. Guaranteed. &lt;br /&gt;9. Bad Drivers. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;10. Migraines. I am pretty sure that the person who finally discovers the be all end all cure for migraines will win the Nobel Peace Prize and just might be credited as providing one of the greatest gifts to mankind ever. Pretty sure this is what would happen. &lt;br /&gt;So there's my list. I am sure that I could come up with more if I really tried, but these are just some things that have been on my mind for the last couple of weeks because I have probably dealt with each of them in one way or another. Feel free to share if I have missed anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8081452645883220745?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8081452645883220745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8081452645883220745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8081452645883220745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8081452645883220745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-i-hate-about.html' title='10 Things I Hate About...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6667913662342241740</id><published>2009-04-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:21:24.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne-&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for a long time now and it has been a good ride. We have been there for each other in good times and in bad, in fat times and in thin. We have been dressed up together, gone camping,painted,worked hard,traveled,and just hung out with friends. It has been years since the first time we met and now, I am afraid it is time for a fond farewell. As much as I have tried to keep my threads together, I am wearing thin, faded and developing holes where there shouldn't be holes. It is time to let me go. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeNYLJiJocI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oK7o9_XPjFk/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeNYLJiJocI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oK7o9_XPjFk/s320/CIMG0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196133043020226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I know that it will be tough to go on without me, but I know that you can do it. You will have to try on endless pairs of replacements for me, never being satisfied until you find the perfect fit, but you cannot get discouraged. Have the faith that you can find another pair like me that accentuates all the right places, is the perfect color and the perfect length. You can do it. I must go to the dumpster now, but be strong. &lt;br /&gt;With love, Your Favorite Jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6667913662342241740?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6667913662342241740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6667913662342241740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6667913662342241740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6667913662342241740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-old-friend.html' title='Goodbye Old Friend'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SeNYLJiJocI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oK7o9_XPjFk/s72-c/CIMG0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1835170526260375633</id><published>2009-04-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:57:03.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barlow Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>In honor of another birthday in our family, I have posted another Flashback Friday a little early, I know, but her bday is today). See if you can figure out who this is:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4JvrYl5gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gSE57A4DPjQ/s1600-h/scan0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4JvrYl5gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gSE57A4DPjQ/s320/scan0050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322702524302878210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will give you a hint: She has always been one who is having a hair-raising good time:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4LJTqw06I/AAAAAAAAAgE/pnX5LjoP_bI/s1600-h/scan0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4LJTqw06I/AAAAAAAAAgE/pnX5LjoP_bI/s320/scan0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704064124867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, did you guess it right? It is Jen's Birthday today!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4L7dQA8NI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7dXwONWxBQE/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4L7dQA8NI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7dXwONWxBQE/s320/scan0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704925690491090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, sister-have a great birthday and make sure to not do anything that I wouldn't do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1835170526260375633?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1835170526260375633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1835170526260375633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1835170526260375633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1835170526260375633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/barlow-birthday-week.html' title='Barlow Birthday Week!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sd4JvrYl5gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gSE57A4DPjQ/s72-c/scan0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-349464219603287356</id><published>2009-04-02T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:03:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday/Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dad! Since your birthday is on the 3rd, this week's Flashback Friday is dedicated to you:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a Dad who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LAUGHS AT OUR JOKES:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVFpe4Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YKyD3jpYvME/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVFpe4Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YKyD3jpYvME/s320/scan0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235113774637490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;READ US ENDLESS BEDTIME STORIES:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVGxabofcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7qHPkDQ-LZw/s1600-h/scan0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVGxabofcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7qHPkDQ-LZw/s320/scan0073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320236349530865090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS ALWAYS A GOOD EXAMPLE TO HIS KIDS:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVGPsJF2EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hxIcI6mpKTg/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVGPsJF2EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hxIcI6mpKTg/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235770169382978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVHfeDE3AI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/anLLOicl5WU/s1600-h/scan0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVHfeDE3AI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/anLLOicl5WU/s320/scan0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237140775590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T AFRAID TO WEAR MATCHING T-SHIRTS WITH THE WOMAN HE LOVES:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVHyFh5oWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uiS4JltKNzM/s1600-h/barlow0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVHyFh5oWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uiS4JltKNzM/s320/barlow0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237460611506530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF ALL HAS BEEN A GREAT EXAMPLE, COACH, ADVICE GIVER, CAR FIXER, SPORTS ENTHUSIAST, JOKE TELLER, LISTENER  AND DAD TO ALL OF HIS KIDS AND GRANDKIDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVIhG21EzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/N7WQugXQ5Go/s1600-h/330133291_vaSYA-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVIhG21EzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/N7WQugXQ5Go/s320/330133291_vaSYA-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320238268421575474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Happy Birthday Dad-we all love you! Thanks for being born on this day just a little bit over half a century ago:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-349464219603287356?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/349464219603287356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=349464219603287356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/349464219603287356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/349464219603287356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/04/flashback-fridayhappy-birthday.html' title='Flashback Friday/Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SdVFpe4Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YKyD3jpYvME/s72-c/scan0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-381741755797761333</id><published>2009-03-27T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:02:54.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Go Private or Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sc0upS-lVBI/AAAAAAAAAew/Tma-RCKo4-M/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sc0upS-lVBI/AAAAAAAAAew/Tma-RCKo4-M/s320/images%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317958021998269458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a full-time University employee, I find myself with the unique opportunity to be surrounded by a diverse group of people at all times. Today, for example, I was able to talk with some new freshmen about blogging and one of them brought up the topic of having your blog be private. Now, I know that some people feel very strongly about this and have private blogs and I am totally fine with that. I respect your decision. These girls were talking about how they thought there were a bunch of "creepies" out there probably looking at their blogs right now. I was rather perplexed by this. I do not worry that some creepy person is looking at my blog.I am sure that there are a lot more websites out there that are way better suited to creepies than my blog. I also don't worry that someone is going to attack me whilst I am in the shower, either, but I digress. Now, I am not saying that we should not be aware of the world or it's happenings, because we should, but even if some creepy was looking at my blog, what does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;So, until I have some concrete proof that having my blog out there for all to see is a big deal, I will stay public with my blog. But, if you are a creepy that is looking at my blog for one reason or the other, stop it right now. Turn your computer off and go outside to get a little air. Then go to the police station and identify yourself as a creepy. They will appreciate you doing this because they are hard working officers of the law and are pretty busy trying to catch stalkers, murderers,thieves, kidnappers, etc. so you will be doing them a favor. Oh yeah, and one more thing, creepy, if any of them happens to be tall and single, go ahead and show them my blog. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-381741755797761333?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/381741755797761333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=381741755797761333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/381741755797761333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/381741755797761333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-go-private-or-not.html' title='To Go Private or Not...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/Sc0upS-lVBI/AAAAAAAAAew/Tma-RCKo4-M/s72-c/images%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8273653755033995881</id><published>2009-03-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:12:05.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So anyone that has been watching the headlines in Utah lately knows that there have been some major budget cuts to higher education. While my job is safe so far, we did get put on furlough for Spring Break, meaning that campus was closed and we are not going to be paid for a week of work (which gets spread out every paycheck until July). So what did I do? I hightailed it out of here and spent 8 glorious days in California! My roommate Michelle came too and we had a great time that included seeing the sights in the City:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAPjt2d1iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Uc8RI17diBQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAPjt2d1iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Uc8RI17diBQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314264666575066658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to see Wicked-which was AWESOME!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAPwfB6DWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FRyMTMK9z24/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAPwfB6DWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FRyMTMK9z24/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314264885934820706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with Sammie, who pretty much looks like this every time we are around her:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAP98sLFdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0YvC7BRWpws/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAP98sLFdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0YvC7BRWpws/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314265117235025362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And introducing our new brother Ryan Wallace to everyone with an Open House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAQhbtVw2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVB9ounZeNc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAQhbtVw2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVB9ounZeNc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314265726856840034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which, by the way, means that I have officially lost my title as tallest person in the family now that he is around. &lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, we played, enjoyed the sunny weather, got some much needed R&amp;R, ate lots of good food and were a little sad to come back to Logan. It was a great break, but maybe best of all, my curse of the canyon is broken-it looked like this both times we drove through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScARJf_41QI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NkrvzWu2_8Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScARJf_41QI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NkrvzWu2_8Y/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314266415203144962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-I love that Spring is right around the corner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8273653755033995881?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8273653755033995881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8273653755033995881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8273653755033995881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8273653755033995881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-spring-break.html' title='An Amazing Spring Break'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/ScAPjt2d1iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Uc8RI17diBQ/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2918182802840857702</id><published>2009-03-05T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:34:45.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think I Would Learn...</title><content type='html'>I am sure that for most of you that are friends with me on Facebook, you know that I have been a little concussed as of late. So, I thought that I would share the story of a girl, her head, and a metal thing that did not feel like a pillow when being smacked into. So there I was minding my own business and doing my laundry at our apartment complex laundry room. I leaned down to get my towels out of the bottom dryer when this jumped out and smacked me in the head: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SbB7IB93sSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yP8Rs8yZ2d8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SbB7IB93sSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yP8Rs8yZ2d8/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309879338566922530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of a sudden, the room went dark and filled with stars and I decided to sit down really fast. Don't you worry, though, I recovered quickly and only a few tears were streaming down my cheeks when I got the rest of my clothes and went home. I just had a little bit of a knot on my head, so I put a bag of frozen popcorn kernals on my head and took some good painkillers and went to bed. The next day I was a little bit dizzy, but my pupils were the right size and the knot on my head was considerably smaller. Fast forward a couple of days with a headache and a couple of dizzy spells, and you will find me at the Doctor's office. After a stern lecture about when to go to the doctor (apparently, most people go right to the doctor when they hurt themselves-weird)and a diagnosis of "Mild" concussion, I was allowed to leave. I use the term "Mild" lightly because the headaches accompanying said concussion were not mild by any means. Anyways, long story short, I gave myself a mild concussion whilst doing my laundry and now I am much better. Luckily, this is concussion #4 in the history of my life and I know exactly how to handle them. &lt;br /&gt;I do have to give props to my Dad, though, who heard the story and stayed very calm when commenting, "Wow-There is probably somebody out there who could make trendy, nice-looking, oh what are they called? Oh yeah-HELMETS!" Thanks Dad, apparently I should look into that, because who knows when the next sharp metal thing will jump out and smack me in the head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2918182802840857702?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2918182802840857702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2918182802840857702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2918182802840857702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2918182802840857702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-think-i-would-learn.html' title='You Think I Would Learn...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SbB7IB93sSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yP8Rs8yZ2d8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-9013683635144575362</id><published>2009-02-27T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:23:34.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Seriously...</title><content type='html'>So there are two kinds of people in the life of a single girl like myself who like to ask the question, "So, are you dating anybody?" The first is the cool friend or acquaintance who responds to my answer with, "Wow, I do not understand why somebody like you has not been snatched up yet," or some other flattering response that makes me feel like I am not a total troll because they can't see why someone has not pledged their undying love. The second is the one who recoils in horror when I state my single status as if I have just revealed the tragic results of my biopsy. Lucky for me, I ran into such a person this week who made me ask, "Seriously? Seriously,"and for the sake of this story I will change her name to Mandy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was minding my own business as I walked down the hall of the Taggart Student Center when I spotted Mandy and her Husband coming towards me. Now I have known Mandy for a while and have never really been friends with her, but since I am not a jerk, I think she believes we are closer than we really are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh hi Anne! Long time no see-how are you? (I also forgot to mention that she is one of those that talks to everyone as if they are 5 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: I am doing great! How are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, we are so happy-we are expecting a baby! Are you dating anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not-when are you due? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;: (putting her comforting hand on my arm)Oh no! Well, don't lose faith. One day you will find someone and then you can be happy too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: (this is where I am thinking, Seriously?) Great-well I will see you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh okay-see you later and remember don't lose faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Seriously...I know that maybe this Mandy girl is a bit of an extreme(but true)example-but unfortunately this is a real phenomena that happens to us single people. Here is what I have to say about that: I can be single and miserable or single and happy so I choose to be single and happy. I have had a book floating around in my head that is titled, "Making the Most of Your Singleness" which is what I am hoping all of my single friends are doing. Because I am making the most of my singleness and I am truly happy with my life. And I don't need any reminders to keep the faith. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-9013683635144575362?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/9013683635144575362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=9013683635144575362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9013683635144575362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9013683635144575362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-seriously_27.html' title='Seriously? Seriously...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3208004891209663696</id><published>2009-02-20T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:57:09.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby Let's Go to Vegas!</title><content type='html'>We had the opportunity to spend 32 hours in Vegas last weekend, so of course, there were lots of picture opportunities!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9MTL8YnOI/AAAAAAAAAco/Bqnreipjf0A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9MTL8YnOI/AAAAAAAAAco/Bqnreipjf0A/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305042778573020386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura and I got there hours before everyone else, so we decided to take a walk on the strip and find some grub. We got to see the fountains at the Bellagio, an indoor rainstorm (which wasn't that cool) and there was even a star on the sidewalk honoring a lady who was a humanitarian/stripper. We held hands with Shaq:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9M6Z7zwUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KJaexuIsHNw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9M6Z7zwUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KJaexuIsHNw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043452343599426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hung out with Nicolas Cage: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9NF62hmOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/F-r5Z8EtAJo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9NF62hmOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/F-r5Z8EtAJo/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043650158368994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Statue of Liberty whilst staying at the New York New York Hotel and Casino:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9NkorH2GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j8K81NXAeVo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9NkorH2GI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j8K81NXAeVo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044177854650466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But best of all, we added a new brother to our fam when our sister named Jen married Ryan:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9N_UQsOWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5DLI7y84ks0/s1600-h/P2160013%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9N_UQsOWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5DLI7y84ks0/s320/P2160013%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044636231547234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun to see the whole family and even some of the Vegas Barlows that we never get to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9OM7XGwZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Azmhc6DkodY/s1600-h/P2160016%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9OM7XGwZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Azmhc6DkodY/s320/P2160016%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044870065734034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell that we are siblings?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9OiLsQkhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NQg_-5S9Iu0/s1600-h/CIMG0302%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9OiLsQkhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NQg_-5S9Iu0/s320/CIMG0302%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305045235226677778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Sammie had a blast with her first visit to Sin City and hanging out with her Johnny (our "adopted" brother):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9O4pgWXxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Nyxl_XAYVsU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9O4pgWXxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Nyxl_XAYVsU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305045621186912018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was a great trip where we saw many interesting things, had people trying to hand us unclean things with phone numbers for more unclean things, and had a blast just being with each other. Then, as many may not know, I have been cursed with really bad weather coming back to Logan through the canyon the past 3 times I have gone out of town. This time it was bad enough to have chains required (which in Utah means it has to be BAD). Luckily, I have the trusty Jeep that never lets me down and always gets me home safe. Even when the road ahead of me looks like this (which I took a picture of whilst driving and I think that I am somewhere just past Mantua, but I am not sure):&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9QEFwEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/0vkDd6WVj7s/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9QEFwEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/0vkDd6WVj7s/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305046917259208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So basically, if there is a drought where you are, invite me there because we had rain in Vegas when I visited and blizzard in Utah when I got back. Forecast for this weekend when I am staying home? Clear skies and unseasonably warm temperatures. Unless the Jeep and I decided to go out of town...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3208004891209663696?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3208004891209663696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3208004891209663696' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3208004891209663696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3208004891209663696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-baby-lets-go-to-vegas.html' title='Hey Baby Let&apos;s Go to Vegas!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SZ9MTL8YnOI/AAAAAAAAAco/Bqnreipjf0A/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4545255874598760610</id><published>2009-02-11T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:30:14.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Southwest Passengers</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed by the interesting things that I observe about people who are probably perfectly rational until they step foot into the airport and now suddenly view themselves as the most important individuals on the planet. So, here are some travel tips I thought of that we can all abide by and I am sure find people to remind about:&lt;br /&gt;1. We all know that Southwest is the Wal-Mart of airlines. We all hate to fly it, but cannot justify paying more money flying something else. We all pay the same low airfare to be able to get our numbers, stand in line and hurry onto the plane to get the perfect seat. Never fail, there are always those passengers who walk through the lines and make sure that everyone is standing in the correct order so that no one with a higher number gets on the plane before they do. Newsflash: we all get to our destination at the same time, so hurrying on the plane is not going to get you there any sooner than anyone else . &lt;br /&gt;2. There are certain rules about carry-on baggage that have been in place for years. They have not changed and will probably never change. You can take on carry-ons that will fit under the seat or neatly into the overhead bins. But, never fail, there is always at least one passenger that tries to take on a huge bag that will not fit into either of those places. When an airline employee tries to do their job and tell said passenger that they are not allowed to bring the baggage onto the plane there is all sorts of arguing that ensues. Really, if you are this passenger, please just check your bag and get over yourself. &lt;br /&gt;3. When going through the security line, there are a few things you can do to make it go smoother. Wear shoes that are easy to remove. You will have to remove them. You can thank the now infamous "shoe bomber" for having to go through the security gate bare foot. Do not travel with over 3 ounces of liquid anything. There are giant signs that have all of the banned substances and pictures of things that you cannot take on the plane. If you do not understand something on the sign, please feel free to ask one of the seasoned travelers around you and I am sure they will be happy to help you if for no other reason than they do not want to get stuck behind you in line for anything. &lt;br /&gt;4. Last but not least-please consider your outfit you will be traveling in very carefully. You will be slinging bags around and shlepping from one end of the airport to the other and will most likely find yourself in very close quarters with complete strangers. Things have a way of shifting when doing this and you probably don't want to expose anything that is meant to be covered. If you are having a hard time deciding what you would like to spend the day wearing, just follow this tip that I use when deciding what to put on: pretend that you will have the cameras from the show "What Not to Wear" secretly following you and that whatever you have on will be flashed on national television with all of your pertinent information. You will probably rethink those gold leggings and too tight t-shirt that you borrowed from the set of Miami Vice and spare being snickered at in a couple of different states. &lt;br /&gt;I am sure that there are a bunch more travel tips that I can think of, but these are just the ones that I observed last weekend whilst going to Cali. I can't wait to see what the upcoming weekend in Vegas has in store...better make sure my camera batteries are charged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4545255874598760610?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4545255874598760610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4545255874598760610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4545255874598760610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4545255874598760610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/02/attention-southwest-passengers.html' title='Attention Southwest Passengers'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2706685967685988478</id><published>2009-02-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:07:34.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday...on Thursday</title><content type='html'>In honor of my High School reunion that is this weekend I figured that I should share one of my senior pics:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYsN4k3ZP3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/vSGbRNcwUWQ/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYsN4k3ZP3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/vSGbRNcwUWQ/s320/scan0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299344652151373682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, although I am going home to Pleasanton for the weekend (hence the post on thursday instead of friday), I will not be attending the reunion...I guess that all of my classmates will have to enjoy the open bar without me. Hopefully I will be able to find something to do instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2706685967685988478?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2706685967685988478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2706685967685988478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2706685967685988478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2706685967685988478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/02/flashback-fridayon-thursday.html' title='Flashback Friday...on Thursday'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYsN4k3ZP3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/vSGbRNcwUWQ/s72-c/scan0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4300969108553949413</id><published>2009-01-30T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:41:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>So, at one point in my life it was a fun thing to dress up in our snow suits and go play in the snow for the day...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYOdghVxeiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R3uUh3A-Ogw/s1600-h/scan0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYOdghVxeiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R3uUh3A-Ogw/s320/scan0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250768748902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now that we have been enjoying endless days of snow and cold, I would much rather be somewhere else doing this:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYOd0y-rkiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qb3ZOpFl0iY/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYOd0y-rkiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qb3ZOpFl0iY/s320/scan0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251117081268770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah...gotta love winter in Logan:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4300969108553949413?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4300969108553949413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4300969108553949413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4300969108553949413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4300969108553949413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/01/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SYOdghVxeiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R3uUh3A-Ogw/s72-c/scan0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8715965303922431786</id><published>2009-01-24T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:51:48.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about this face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SXvyID1Tc-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aQ28brfJ12E/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SXvyID1Tc-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aQ28brfJ12E/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092007185904610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have found that everywhere I go as of late, people seem to feel like they need to tell me intimate details of their lives. I am not sure what it is about me, but anyone from the check-out lady at Wal-Mart to a waiter at a restaurant, to the lady doing my nails, to random students deciding that they need to be my new best friend-I hear very personal things about people that I never wanted to know. And it usually makes me feel a little weird. Here are a few examples of things that have happened in the past couple of weeks:&lt;br /&gt;-I was getting my nails done and the lady getting her nails done next to me starts making small talk with us. Then, all of a sudden, she starts to tell me about her husband and his health problems. Not just his health problems, but that he was going to be having surgery that would make him, "a little less of a man". What?!? I don't even want to know what that means, I never want to know what that means and I hope that she never has an appointment at the same time I do because I would hate to know what she talks about to people she considers to be in her inner circle. &lt;br /&gt;-The other day I went to pick up some food at this cool El Salvadorian restaurant and the lady behind the counter decided it would be a good time to tell me about how she takes care of all of the bills for her father, she can sign his name just perfectly, her husband used to be a huge troublemaker in school, and that her baby wasn't feeling good. All I wanted was to have some food. Nothing more, nothing less. Really thanks for sharing. &lt;br /&gt;-I was at Wal-Mart and the lady that was checking me out commented on everything I was buying. Not just commented, but told me that she couldn't eat apples because they make her gassy, she couldn't use the lotion I had because it gave her a red-scaly rash, then she proceeded to tell me as she bagged up my stuff that her husband always carries her bags in the house  that I really should get one because they are really handy when it comes to doing the manly stuff. Okay, I'll work on that. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not complaining, but it does make me think that I should consider changing my career path. Maybe I should be a Psychiatrist. Or an Interrogator for the Government-all I would have to do is say hello and they would spill their guts. Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8715965303922431786?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8715965303922431786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8715965303922431786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8715965303922431786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8715965303922431786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-it-about-this-face.html' title='What is it about this face?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SXvyID1Tc-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aQ28brfJ12E/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6590845316256540366</id><published>2009-01-20T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:35:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wore Black Today...Seriously</title><content type='html'>So today, Barack Obama became President Barack Obama. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Am I a little nervous about the future of our country? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Do I think that we just elected a president that has little or no experience on a lot of important issues? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;Do I believe that we should all be educated, responsible citizens who stand up for what we believe? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;But what do I know? I am just a middle-class white US citizen who believes that I should work hard for what I want out of this life and not fly my private jet to a meeting with the government to ask for billions of dollars to bail out my company,  living within my means and not taking out a mortgage that I can't pay for.Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done. For now. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6590845316256540366?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6590845316256540366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6590845316256540366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6590845316256540366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6590845316256540366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wore-black-todayseriously.html' title='I Wore Black Today...Seriously'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4228020653513238444</id><published>2009-01-10T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:46:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>Now that I am back in Logan and immersed into my life of work, school, friends and snow, I am especially grateful for the opportunity I had to spend 10 wonderful days in Cali with my favorites. Before I left, though, I got a visit from The Grinch:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkfDJrVOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tARnJpkzjpU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkfDJrVOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tARnJpkzjpU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289793376321091762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came to my house for a short visit and tried to convince me to stay, but was not very successful. So I headed home and we got to do lots of fun things whilst there,like go to San Carlos and visit Dad's new store:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkfyY_EsSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ew3j4IhvuTs/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkfyY_EsSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ew3j4IhvuTs/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289794187884278050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take our annual trip to the city to shop with the girls and go to our favorite park to eat and watch the fog roll in:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkgP5oLmSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lD0JaP46BA0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkgP5oLmSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lD0JaP46BA0/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289794694862838050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura gets really excited when we go and play at this park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkgf256F1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AoI3igKIQ84/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkgf256F1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AoI3igKIQ84/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289794969009788754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all we had a great time just hanging out watching movies and taped TV shows, playing games, shopping, watching football, going to a Boxing Day party to see a bunch of old friends and enjoying the company of a British man named Harvey (although I don't know his last name, he has been totally sloshed every time I have seen him, so in my mind his name is Harvey Wallbanger), seeing the lights at the Temple, and of course playing with the newest addition to our family:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkh_W058LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7WRYaeJjWJY/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkh_W058LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7WRYaeJjWJY/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289796609666314418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I had a great time at home, I was still excited to come back to Logan and see my friends and make sure the pile on my desk was not too high. I guess that my co-workers missed me, too, because when I came back to work, here is what I found on my desk:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkiqT6xyuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/s_hwYG6rMQw/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkiqT6xyuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/s_hwYG6rMQw/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289797347620014818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now for those of you who don't watch The Office, you will not get the humor of the fact that my co-workers froze some of my things in Jell-o...but it was hilarious! I also got to catch up with two of my favorite boys in my world (who don't normally look like this and I am sure they will be excited to know I posted this pic):&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkjIgFs4bI/AAAAAAAAAbw/srnHH4W92Qo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkjIgFs4bI/AAAAAAAAAbw/srnHH4W92Qo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289797866283131314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So really, it was a great break, but with all of this to come back to, who could blame me for wanting to be back in Logan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4228020653513238444?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4228020653513238444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4228020653513238444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4228020653513238444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4228020653513238444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-christmas-break.html' title='A Great Christmas Break'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWkfDJrVOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tARnJpkzjpU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6693020757444883222</id><published>2009-01-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:53:31.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Were Great about 2008:</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got to do a few things (well more than a few) that I had never done before:&lt;br /&gt;Go to a Reba McIntyre (first time) and Kelly Clarkson (third time) Concert &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKlopmSFOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RMt4VGzLwNA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKlopmSFOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RMt4VGzLwNA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971030266156258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to explore Utah and visit St George and Park City for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKmCuxyoVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/G9cajrD-muc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKmCuxyoVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/G9cajrD-muc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971478333202770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For the first time in a long, long time, I did not have any broken bones this year! If you know me well, you will know that for me this is a feat in itself.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you are a red-blooded American like me, there were 2 events last year that kept you glued to the TV:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKnPoMnajI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cNYyVxob-fM/s1600-h/3006_OLYMPICS_192_PHELPS_001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKnPoMnajI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cNYyVxob-fM/s320/3006_OLYMPICS_192_PHELPS_001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287972799416592946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKoEvXf43I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ld43hNpo_48/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKoEvXf43I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ld43hNpo_48/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287973711874351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed watching all of the events unfold and didn't even feel bad when I didn't make any plans because I was going to be watching TV...&lt;br /&gt;4) Our Family had a bunch of fun things happen this year: We were all together for the first time in a long time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKo7OIWDBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5Fv7-7X26ro/s1600-h/330133291_vaSYA-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKo7OIWDBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5Fv7-7X26ro/s320/330133291_vaSYA-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974647845227538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to introduce another Barlow girl to the world: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKpNAmR5_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Itj19df4oKc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKpNAmR5_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Itj19df4oKc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974953450334194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And got to add a law enforcement officer to the family: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKpicN_W6I/AAAAAAAAAag/BqFdUiYG2oo/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKpicN_W6I/AAAAAAAAAag/BqFdUiYG2oo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975321641900962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure that there were a lot more things that happened that are newsworthy, I just thought I would condense. &lt;br /&gt;5) I got to go on a few Recruiting trips for USU that I thoroughly enjoyed and I have a great job that makes me love Utah State more every day:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKqbiUnxHI/AAAAAAAAAao/p-2rHmx1vXs/s1600-h/welcome_back%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKqbiUnxHI/AAAAAAAAAao/p-2rHmx1vXs/s320/welcome_back%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287976302532871282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been blessed with a lot of good friends and roommates who make me happy and I have been able to reconnect with a lot of fun friends I haven't seen in forever (Yes, sometimes I am a little addicted to Facebook). &lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was a little sad to say goodbye to 2008, and I am sure that there were a lot more things that made it great, but now I look forward to the things that 2009 will bring. Imagine the possibilities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6693020757444883222?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6693020757444883222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6693020757444883222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6693020757444883222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6693020757444883222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-were-great-about-2008.html' title='Things That Were Great about 2008:'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SWKlopmSFOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RMt4VGzLwNA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3454885631708729317</id><published>2008-12-20T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:03:55.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my Favorite things Part 1</title><content type='html'>I have been absent from the blogging world for a long time due to a lot of things that have been going on-so rather than bore anyone with the crazy details of my everyday life, I figured that I am long overdue for a "Things I am thankful for" post. It will go in phases because as I was thinking, I realized that I have a TON of things to be thankful for. The first thing that I am most thankful for is my family. We are the wonder known as the Barlow family and we started out like this:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU1ykbsYC9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Kc5tZlQqk4w/s1600-h/barlow0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU1ykbsYC9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Kc5tZlQqk4w/s320/barlow0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282003908210199506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve and Jane:the early years. This is one of my most favorite pictures of my Mom and Dad and they still look at each other like this and make each other laugh. Love it. Over the years, we have grown and grown:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10lm52tfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fNDB0zAVAcU/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10lm52tfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fNDB0zAVAcU/s320/scan0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006127422649842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10l54PLTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3FKIOvpnU5Q/s1600-h/scan0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10l54PLTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3FKIOvpnU5Q/s320/scan0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006132516138290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU12SfTtSUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/G0n_A8uXcgE/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU12SfTtSUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/G0n_A8uXcgE/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282007997989341506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10mQOpmtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7tXkmN1aS-I/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU10mQOpmtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7tXkmN1aS-I/s320/scan0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006138515725010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have added two wives and now 4 grandchildren and have expanded to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU137CthqcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ruzu4LL2CUM/s1600-h/330130730_Woc7t-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU137CthqcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ruzu4LL2CUM/s320/330130730_Woc7t-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282009794199267778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together we make quite a diverse group too-mostly because we are all so talented:) Anyways, no matter what, through thick and thin, big hair and bad hair days, we are always there and we enjoy each other's company. I have been able to spend quite a bit of time with them over the past couple of months and it has made me appreciate our family that much more. I am going home for 10 days of fun at Christmas and can't wait! This is why I am a lucky girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3454885631708729317?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3454885631708729317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3454885631708729317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3454885631708729317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3454885631708729317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-of-my-favorite-things-part-1.html' title='A few of my Favorite things Part 1'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SU1ykbsYC9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Kc5tZlQqk4w/s72-c/barlow0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-9119339097063616767</id><published>2008-11-24T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:31:34.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Life</title><content type='html'>I have been a little crazy busy as of late, but I thought that I would take a minute to let you all know what I have been up to: &lt;br /&gt;1. I got to hang out with the greatest guys from my ward (including the Bishop) when I was the MC of the Mr. 64th Ward Pageant. Here they all are at the end of the pageant in their "Evening Wear" and notice their sashes that have their phone numbers on them: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStTFwXYveI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VAkEYVsWzs4/s1600-h/Ali%27s+Camera+063+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStTFwXYveI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VAkEYVsWzs4/s320/Ali%27s+Camera+063+(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399147114741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all did great and competed in the talent, beach wear, evening wear and question portions and I got the best seat in the house. I also got to take a picture with them all, but the girl who took it won't give it to me because, yes, she is like that. &lt;br /&gt;2. I got to attend a few events for my Fine Arts class and especially enjoyed the African Children's Choir. If they come anywhere near you, you should rearrange your schedule to go. Totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;3. I got to go home last week to do some recruiting for Utah State. We met with some really cool students and school counselors and even got to host an Open House at the Pleasanton Hotel at a room that was right next to the bar. Excellent. But best of all, I got to hang out with the cutest baby in the world:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStUKQfsxQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/86npovMJxnk/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStUKQfsxQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/86npovMJxnk/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400323970647298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only bummer is that I came back to Logan with a huge cold, so I am a little under the weather but determined to be healthy by Wednesday when I go back to Cali. Oh, and we also got to see the Twilight movie on Saturday...yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStU8toqYxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cMLtpa4fBQ0/s1600-h/twilight_movie_image_group_shot%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStU8toqYxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cMLtpa4fBQ0/s320/twilight_movie_image_group_shot%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401190786327314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's me right now in a nutshell and the combination of working, traveling, group projects and finals in the next couple of weeks makes Anne a tired girl, but it is all totally worth it. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-9119339097063616767?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/9119339097063616767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=9119339097063616767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9119339097063616767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/9119339097063616767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-so-called-life.html' title='My So-Called Life'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SStTFwXYveI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VAkEYVsWzs4/s72-c/Ali%27s+Camera+063+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4316548434369996536</id><published>2008-11-14T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:33:10.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SR4ZsiHoxcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sogPQhqx3Tk/s1600-h/scan0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SR4ZsiHoxcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sogPQhqx3Tk/s320/scan0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268676866933835202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been a Flashback Friday in my world for a while, so I thought I would dig way back in the archives. I am pretty sure that this picture explains why I don't like the zoo. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4316548434369996536?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4316548434369996536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4316548434369996536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4316548434369996536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4316548434369996536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SR4ZsiHoxcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sogPQhqx3Tk/s72-c/scan0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2075243706422984385</id><published>2008-11-04T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:35:10.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a CHP in my Family</title><content type='html'>So, Laura and I just spent a whirlwind weekend at home with the fam and had a blast! First, we saw Chuck Norris in the Salt Lake Airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRDzFKDAUmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4vC6gZ9qGhY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRDzFKDAUmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4vC6gZ9qGhY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975234317963874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pretended to be taking a picture of Laura in the decorative cob webs so that Chuck wouldn't get suspicious. Was it really Chuck Norris? Yes-that's our story and we're sticking to it! Then, we got to go see our brother Mike graduate from the California Highway Patrol Academy/look for future husbands. Mike got Tasered with Boatwright here, so he decided to join the family:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRD2TQxo9yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XAeqFq0_BAg/s1600-h/10.31.08_050%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRD2TQxo9yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XAeqFq0_BAg/s320/10.31.08_050%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264978775177230114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently once you have been tased with someone, you know him well enough to introduce him to your single sisters. Luckily, he laughed at our jokes so he is in. Besides the fact that Dad got stung by a vengeful bee, it was a great day! And, we got to hang out with the cutest little flower in the world:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRD24rrq3qI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NrNsY5AIKCY/s1600-h/10.31.08_022%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRD24rrq3qI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NrNsY5AIKCY/s320/10.31.08_022%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264979418055106210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was so fun, except for the fact that our flight coming back to SLC was late and we didn't get home til after 2am, you get a bunch of Barlows together and it is a great time! I am so proud of my brother, Officer Barlow, and my parents who worked so hard to campaign for the Yes on Prop 8 effort-which even included Jane standing on the road in a torrential downpour holding signs and being yelled at to, "Go Back to Utah!" Like that would be such a bad thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2075243706422984385?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2075243706422984385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2075243706422984385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2075243706422984385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2075243706422984385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-chp-in-my-family.html' title='There&apos;s a CHP in my Family'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SRDzFKDAUmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4vC6gZ9qGhY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1859081568636017267</id><published>2008-10-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:08:31.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? It is time to take action. Seriously...</title><content type='html'>So, it has been a while since I got riled up enough to do another Seriously post, but alas, now I am. There have been some things going on in the news and in the world around me lately that leads me to ask: Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very passionate about politics, especially right now when we are in the midst of two very important events in our history: the election of our new President and the Proposition 8 defining families in California. To my fellow Americans: We are very lucky to live in a country where we are able to vote and have a say in who leads our country. We are blessed to live in the land of the free because of our brave soldiers past, present, and future who have volunteered to fight for the freedoms that we enjoy every day. If you think that your vote doesn't count or that an issue does not effect you, it does. If Proposition 8 is defeated in California, mark my words, it will start a wildfire across the other states of this great nation and pretty soon our children will be taught in their schools that it is okay for the Prince to marry the Prince. Seriously. So, my plea to you is this: Educate yourself on the issues and vote what you feel is best for you and your family. Let me repeat. VOTE. It counts. It is a privilege. The future of our country is not decided by the registered voters. It is decided by the registered voters who vote. Seriously.                                                         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SQoSoIjhqrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aTJwgSugJy4/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SQoSoIjhqrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aTJwgSugJy4/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263039595236403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. According to Proposition 8 that is on the ballot in California, to vote yes, you are voting yes to define marriage as "between a man and a woman..." and amending the Constitution of California so that the law will never change. You are not voting to have any rights taken away from anyone. If this Proposition is defeated, it will continue to be legal for anyone to marry anyone. It will become legal for any 2 consenting adults to marry anyone or anything. That's right, anything. It will also become mandatory that teachers are required to teach about same sex marriage in the schools. Grade schools. It will become illegal for a church (any church, not just the LDS church) to refuse anyone the right to adopt or get married in their church. This should be a scary thing to anyone who values the definition of a family. Like I said, if this gets defeated in California,I am positive that within the next 5 years it will be on the ballot of many other states with a lot of force behind it. Our Prophet and Priesthood leaders have asked us to take a stand against something that is attacking our morals. There have been many stories on the news that have interviewed "Faithful members of the Church" who state that they do not agree that the church is getting involved in this issue. All I have to say to these members is this: Maybe you should look up the definition of Faithful. Because I am pretty sure you have it wrong. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SQonH3AFCNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XLI3zAxaK3o/s1600-h/images%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SQonH3AFCNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XLI3zAxaK3o/s320/images%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263062130512693458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On another completely different note: Halloween is coming! I love it. Seriously. I do not love, however, that some people think that Halloween=modesty free day. Just because you are wearing a costume does not mean it is okay to be scantily clad. Enough said. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1859081568636017267?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1859081568636017267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1859081568636017267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1859081568636017267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1859081568636017267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-it-is-time-to-take-action.html' title='Seriously? It is time to take action. Seriously...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SQoSoIjhqrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aTJwgSugJy4/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5923018354466873132</id><published>2008-10-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:29:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! The 3rd and Final Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have to admit that I have enjoyed the tags of the past week, so here is the last one. Hopefully you now know everything you ever wanted to know and more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...Happy&lt;br /&gt;I know...lots of random facts&lt;br /&gt;I want...world peace. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I have...good friends&lt;br /&gt;I dislike...mean people&lt;br /&gt;I miss...Sammie. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I feel...busy&lt;br /&gt;I hear...the humming of my computer and good music&lt;br /&gt;I smell...like American Eagle (the green bottle)&lt;br /&gt;I crave...bread sticks from Olive Garden &lt;br /&gt;I cry...often. At commercials, TV shows, the news, when I am sad, or just because.&lt;br /&gt;I search...for a new phone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...where I will be when I am done with my degree&lt;br /&gt;I regret...not saying the right thing sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I love...good weather&lt;br /&gt;I care...about other's happiness&lt;br /&gt;I worry...about the future of our country and California after the election&lt;br /&gt;I remember...only the good stuff about people&lt;br /&gt;I believe...the Heavenly Father has a plan for all of us&lt;br /&gt;I sang...to the radio in the shower this morning&lt;br /&gt;I dance...only when no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;I don't...get in bad moods&lt;br /&gt;I argue...about things that are near and dear to me&lt;br /&gt;I write...a lot of papers right now&lt;br /&gt;I win...when I try hard or bet at bowling&lt;br /&gt;I lose...focus around 3:30 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I wish...that curly hair didn't equal frizziness&lt;br /&gt;I listen...whenever anyone needs me to&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found watching...The Office&lt;br /&gt;I am scared...of being alone&lt;br /&gt;I need...lots of hugs&lt;br /&gt;I forget...to hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be...a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5923018354466873132?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5923018354466873132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5923018354466873132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5923018354466873132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5923018354466873132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/yikes-3rd-and-final-tag.html' title='Yikes! The 3rd and Final Tag'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4448310101347412842</id><published>2008-10-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:59:30.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes I have been tagged (three times now!)...Part 2</title><content type='html'>My next tag has come from Jen and I just have to list 6 Unspectacular Quirks about myself. Feel free to do this one too...although I prefer to think of them as "spectacular" quirks-so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a symmetrical thinker. What I mean by this is that I have to have everything hanging on the wall centered with the furniture centered and balanced. The pictures also have to be straight. I am always making sure that this happens in my house and in my office and I am sure that I drive people crazy, although I do get calls from friends asking to help them hang things...&lt;br /&gt;2. The toilet seat lid in my bathroom always has to be down. If I walk in and it is up, the first thing I do is make sure that it is down-I think this is mostly because I am afraid of things falling in and I read a study a few years ago that said the water can spray up to 6 feet when flushed. Bleck. &lt;br /&gt;3. I am always thinking of ways to decorate my house. It takes a long time and happens in bits and pieces, but I love to put the personal touch on everything that I have and make sure that it involves my personality. Here is a sample of a shelf in my room:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SP30hGTOECI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DXyO-SyTKRY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SP30hGTOECI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DXyO-SyTKRY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259628789302693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pic of me when I am little, my Mom when she was little, my Grandma's copy of the book, "Anne's House of Dreams", a snow globe from Florence, a picture of the Savior that has been with me since I moved to Rexburg for my first year of college, an old world globe from my Grandparents, a handmade flower from a trip to Hawaii,  and a few more things that speak for themselves. I love it every time I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dance like a middle class white girl. I do not have the beat. In fact, I only dance when no one is looking because I am afraid that 911 will be called with the report that I am having convulsions. &lt;br /&gt;5. When I go bowling, after I throw the ball, I strike my Wonder Woman pose of standing there with my hands on my hips. It is just a reflex-but come to think about it, I do stand like that a lot (refer to the above pic of me striking the pose). It means a lot of making fun of me when I am bowling, but I am really good at it if anyone needs me to be in a bowling league (or League of Justice).&lt;br /&gt;6. I am entertained very easily. I can do pretty much anything and have a good time. This probably stems from the fact that growing up, if we ever said "I'm Bored" to my Dad, he would tell us to find something to do, or HE would find something for us that would be much less fun than whatever we could find. Thus, my brother Mike and I are both entertained very easily.&lt;br /&gt;So, there are some quirks about me and I am sure that if you have ever lived with me, none of them are a surprise. But, if you are looking for something to do, call me-I am up for anything. Just don't ask me to go dancing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4448310101347412842?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4448310101347412842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4448310101347412842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4448310101347412842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4448310101347412842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/yikes-i-have-been-tagged-three-times.html' title='Yikes I have been tagged (three times now!)...Part 2'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SP30hGTOECI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DXyO-SyTKRY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3110045302721461838</id><published>2008-10-17T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:20:22.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! I have been tagged...twice! Part 1</title><content type='html'>So I have thus far avoided being tagged, which made me a little sad because I always see the tags on other people's blogs and they make me laugh. Never fear, though, I always had faith that someday I would get tagged. That someday happened this week, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "5-Things" tag from Katie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. Working at a health club running the youth programs and a men's basketball league&lt;br /&gt;2. Living with my favorite friends Cinda, Janae and Casey&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrating that smoking was banned in all California restaurants&lt;br /&gt;4. Driving a Nissan Sentra-that was a little dented in the back from a run-in with a hit-and-run driver&lt;br /&gt;5. Hanging out with my family that looked like this:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPkbGJxAGaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8yImjgRolg8/s1600-h/scan0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPkbGJxAGaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8yImjgRolg8/s320/scan0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258263832446376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on my To-Do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang up the frames in my living room that I repainted last night&lt;br /&gt;3. Attend a performance of "Thriller" at the Kent Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;4. Find some cute jeans&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook some good pasta with homemade sauce from the Magic Bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apples and Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;2. Asian Pears (seriously they are sooo good!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chips and Salsa from Chili's&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything Chocolate-but mostly brownies&lt;br /&gt;5. Pumpkin Egg-Nog Shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a Millionaire (after I contributed to the Humanitarian fund):&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy Property&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a gas-efficient car (although I do love the Jeep-he is kinda expensive at the pumps)&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure my family has what they need&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel &lt;br /&gt;5. Get my Master's Degree with the luxury of being able to concentrate only on school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;2. Pleasanton&lt;br /&gt;3. Rexburg&lt;br /&gt;4. Logan&lt;br /&gt;That's all! I HATE moving-although I have lived numerous places in Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't tag any of you, but if you would like to do this one-it is kinda fun, so you should!&lt;br /&gt;I also got tagged by Jen-but I don't have time to finish that one too. So, until next time-dance like no one is looking at least once this weekend:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3110045302721461838?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3110045302721461838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3110045302721461838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3110045302721461838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3110045302721461838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/yikes-i-have-been-taggedtwice.html' title='Yikes! I have been tagged...twice! Part 1'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPkbGJxAGaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8yImjgRolg8/s72-c/scan0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1756359740147226083</id><published>2008-10-13T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:50:00.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reba and Kelly in Concert? Oh My!</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, Laura and I went to the event that we have been planning on since August: Reba McIntire and Kelly Clarkson in Concert at the Stadium formerly known as the Delta Center. It was pretty much all we hoped it would be and more! We started the night off by going to Iggy's and then just headed over to check out our 7th row seats. We were a little early...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPaMAk29QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/o_3vpDseuBk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPaMAk29QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/o_3vpDseuBk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785089919382786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about an hour to wait, so we just people watched, trying to decide if people were Reba or Kelly Fans. Then, we got an unexpected treat: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPafprddUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wIZO8OmUsPg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPafprddUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wIZO8OmUsPg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785427370440002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it was Barbara Jean from the Reba show! She came out and was hilarious! When she left, we were a little sad, but had a sneaking suspicion that we hadn't seen the last of her. We started getting really excited for the big moment when the girls showed up and we screamed our heads off when they finally started singing! They started with "Sweet Dreams" by Annie Lennox which was an interesting choice, but they could sing the phone book and still sound awesome!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPbOkhA-LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1QmeIR1CIp8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPbOkhA-LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1QmeIR1CIp8/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256786233438304434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang all of my favorite Reba and Kelly songs for two whole hours! We stood up and danced and sang at the top of our lungs...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPb23vLNOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9L9gkR-GeAY/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPb23vLNOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9L9gkR-GeAY/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256786925792736482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got to see Barbara Jean again when they sang "I'm a Survivor" because don't you worry, she tried to sing it with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPcVHdSDGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PH_BDsUhdUU/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPcVHdSDGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PH_BDsUhdUU/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256787445408730210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, it was a fantastic night and made me an even bigger fan of these ladies. Although I am pretty sure that I can't be a much bigger fan of Kelly...I own her movie, "From Justin to Kelly", the American Idol first season highlights DVD, and all of her CDs and now I have seen her in concert 3 times! And, I am pretty sure that my sister Laura and Kelly were separated at birth, so that seals the deal. She is even worth my ears still ringing after 3 days and my hair getting huge by the end of the concert (humid stadium + my hair = me not wondering why I don't have a boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPdrSk7Q7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gIQAIywl1oY/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPdrSk7Q7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gIQAIywl1oY/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256788925862331314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks ladies for a great concert, and believe me, if either one of you are anywhere near us in the future, we will for sure be coming to your concert! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPecI5b_TI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1EWJ1aaY-bk/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPecI5b_TI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1EWJ1aaY-bk/s320/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256789765077597490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1756359740147226083?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1756359740147226083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1756359740147226083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1756359740147226083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1756359740147226083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/reba-and-kelly-in-concert-oh-my.html' title='Reba and Kelly in Concert? Oh My!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SPPaMAk29QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/o_3vpDseuBk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5742005913256758248</id><published>2008-10-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:38:51.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USU vs BYU Part 2: Dear Aggies</title><content type='html'>Dear Aggies:&lt;br /&gt;While I will always be a true-blooded Aggie who loves the spot where the sagebrush grows, I have to say that I have a hard time being happy with the state of our football team. Now, I grew up in a football house so I appreciate a good program like the one run by Notre Dame great Lou Holtz. What I have a hard time appreciating is that I attend a school that has now been touted to be, as ESPN so delicately put it, "the worst football program in the nation." SO, as I watched my beloved Aggies play last Friday night against BYU, I thought of a couple of things that you might want to think about for your next game:&lt;br /&gt;1. Although you play in a refurbished stadium, it does not mean that your reputation for being really bad has changed. It just means that now we get to watch you with more beautiful surroundings. With better refreshments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5W-RTcyNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xi9L1Uwfj34/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5W-RTcyNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xi9L1Uwfj34/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255233442984806610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. We, as your fans, will always be there to support you, although it makes others question our intelligence. For instance, you are really good at getting the "Aggie First Down", but as far as the other 3 downs that it takes to score, you kind of struggle. Maybe we could start with little goals, like concentrating on getting the ever-elusive Second Down. Maybe we need to have some bright lights in the end zone so that you know which way to run and how much effort it will take to get there. Until then, we, your fans, will continue to show our undying support by wearing things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5Zbutw2UI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H6oOACW6slI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5Zbutw2UI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H6oOACW6slI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255236148119263554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. True, I have never been on a football field in full pads waiting for the quarterback to throw me a pass so I don't understand what kind of pressure that you must be under. I do know, however, that if I was the one catching the ball, I would want to have the opportunity to be wide open, standing there waiting for the ball to be thrown so that I could catch it and gain some yards. I am pretty sure that when the opportunity came and the quarterback threw the ball right at me that I would a) keep my eye on the ball and b) wait until I caught the ball to start running down the field. Because this happened a few times during the game, I am pretty sure that this may be something that the coach needs to go over in practice: catch ball then run. &lt;br /&gt;4. Last but not least, I think that maybe we need to go over our colors. When on the field, look around at what color jersey you are wearing and then make sure that you only throw the ball to people that are wearing the same color that you are. And here is another tip to the quarterback: the reason that they always know where you are throwing the ball is that you need to be quick quick quick to throw because the other team can see where you are looking. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, how I love you Aggies, but sometimes you make it tough to love you. I have faith that one day you will be a program that everyone will be proud of but until then, I will go to your games at least once a year and look cute with Shayna and Laura wearing our game shirts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5cfWLTtdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yQVnFn_PMxI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5cfWLTtdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yQVnFn_PMxI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239508786656722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5742005913256758248?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5742005913256758248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5742005913256758248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5742005913256758248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5742005913256758248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/usu-vs-byu-part-2-dear-aggies.html' title='USU vs BYU Part 2: Dear Aggies'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SO5W-RTcyNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xi9L1Uwfj34/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3097827277439909355</id><published>2008-10-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:49:58.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs USU Part 1</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick post to share that whilst we were at the game on Friday night, we were privileged to sit behind some BYU fans and their kids. To our surprise, we looked down and there was a woman in front of us who was breast feeding not one, but two of her kids and no they weren't twins. She fed them 6 times in one hour, so apparently she should contact Ben and Jerry's because she has plenty of milk. And, being a warm night, she didn't feel the need to cover up, so I took a picture (not as disturbing as it sounds). This is what we saw: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOvJKy5DkcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f4j5nkcFPvk/s1600-h/ATT00001+(6).jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOvJKy5DkcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f4j5nkcFPvk/s320/ATT00001+(6).jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514577554772418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a concerned citizen of Logan my plea is this: Although it may be okay to just flash body parts and feed your children in public in Provo, we here in Logan would prefer you cover up. Especially at a football game. Where people can see you. &lt;br /&gt;And this is from the school that will not play our basketball team in the Spectrum because the fans are too rowdy...seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3097827277439909355?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3097827277439909355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3097827277439909355' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3097827277439909355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3097827277439909355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/byu-vs-usu-part-1.html' title='BYU vs USU Part 1'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOvJKy5DkcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f4j5nkcFPvk/s72-c/ATT00001+(6).jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6339115271283250586</id><published>2008-10-02T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:36:39.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Bullet...It truly is Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOTm6XcRuLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pNGrrtVjzJI/s1600-h/183059_fpx%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOTm6XcRuLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pNGrrtVjzJI/s320/183059_fpx%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576955820259506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been totally obsessed with a little kitchen gadget called The Magic Bullet. It truly is magic like they say. I got hooked on their infomercial and now my kitchen turns into it's very own infomercial every time we pull it out to use it-which is at least 3-4 times a week, usually more. I make fruit smoothies on a regular basis: One big bag of frozen fruit in the freezer + fat free yogurt + some juice or Crystal Light = a yummy cup of 2 or more servings of fruit! I have also made some other concoctions: Dip = fat free sour cream + fat free ranch dressing flavoring + frozen spinach. Tomato sauce for pasta, pesto sauce, alfredo sauce, bean dips,the greatest chocolate banana peanut butter concoction ever and many more possibilities! We have also had Magic Bullet parties where everyone can make their own smoothie to enjoy. Really, if you are on the fence about buying one of these, you can come to my house and we will show you how fantastic they are! If you are looking for a new kitchen gadget, the Magic Bullet should be on the top of your list. Seriously:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6339115271283250586?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6339115271283250586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6339115271283250586' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6339115271283250586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6339115271283250586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/10/magic-bulletit-truly-is-magic.html' title='The Magic Bullet...It truly is Magic!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SOTm6XcRuLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pNGrrtVjzJI/s72-c/183059_fpx%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8433789350175281771</id><published>2008-09-24T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:11:20.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want veggies with that? Seriously? Seriously...</title><content type='html'>So, I realize that you do not have to go through an extensive amount of training to be able to work in the food service industry and that most of the employees at the Hub here at the beloved Taggart Center (where I work and spend an average of 40-50 hours a week)are some of our best who are on work study. But, I do ask that they go over one thing whilst in training: When you ask someone "How can I help you?" to stop for a second and listen for the answer. I had the following conversation with one of the attention-span-challenged-employees today and just had to share, because I am sure that you have all had a similar experience:&lt;br /&gt;Cute Hub Employee: How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would like a pork and veggie bowl please.&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Ok, would you like veggies with that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, yes that would be great&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Is it okay if you have one of these pre-made pork bowls?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, that would be great&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Okay here you go (handing me the veggie-less pork bowl)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks, but can I get veggies with that?&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Oh yeah, you wanted veggies with that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wondering if maybe I have not been speaking English)Yes, that would be great. &lt;br /&gt;CHE goes to the back with my bowl and then comes back up to the front empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Would you like some help?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that would be great. I would just like some veggies on that pork bowl that you just took in the back. &lt;br /&gt;CHE: Oh, yeah, okay be right back.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (to the girl standing behind me in line) When CHE comes back and says, "Hi how can I help you" she really doesn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Girl behind me in line: Apparently! &lt;br /&gt;CHE comes back with said pork bowl this time with veggies. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;CHE: Now did you want this to be the light option? (Now the light option is just taking some of the food out of the bowl and charging less)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, not really...&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Okay, good, because we already made it and it is not the light option. You did know that veggies cost extra&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean it costs extra to actually have veggies in the pork and veggie bowl?&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Thinking that I will just explain to the check-out girl who is one of my friends that I just have the pork and veggie bowl, nothing more, nothing less) &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll take it now, Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Okay, thanks...is there anything else that I can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Thinking that I do not have any more time to waste on getting my food because my stomach is growling and I am starting to get a little shaky)&lt;br /&gt;No Thanks! Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;CHE: (to the girl behind me who has witnessed the whole thing) Can I help You?&lt;br /&gt;Girl Behind Me: (speaking very slowly) Yes, I would like a bowl of plain rice and some soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;CHE: Okay, would you like veggies with that?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8433789350175281771?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8433789350175281771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8433789350175281771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8433789350175281771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8433789350175281771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-want-veggies-with-that-seriously.html' title='Do you want veggies with that? Seriously? Seriously...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4927700341598701177</id><published>2008-09-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:24:45.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pictures Part 2</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a pact that certain pictures would not be found on the internet. Alas someone from the land of North Logan posted them on Facebook, so the pact has been broken. Thus you will be able to enjoy some of the fruits of what the fair maidens of A203 like to call "Fun with Photobooth". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbfAWmgjI/AAAAAAAAARM/PShqcGdsNbs/s1600-h/Image+38.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbfAWmgjI/AAAAAAAAARM/PShqcGdsNbs/s320/Image+38.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249327428905894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am really happy to have my picture taken, and sometimes I am just a big square! Clockwise from Left: Michelle, Anne, Kendra and Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbfsD2C2I/AAAAAAAAARU/uO4NaNWuNpg/s1600-h/Image+81.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbfsD2C2I/AAAAAAAAARU/uO4NaNWuNpg/s320/Image+81.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249327440638380898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache this big...and really we weren't on drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgKFvsUI/AAAAAAAAARc/peTx_wr90w4/s1600-h/Image+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgKFvsUI/AAAAAAAAARc/peTx_wr90w4/s320/Image+2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249327448699416898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the backgrounds that you are supposed to be able to look like you are in Paris. Well, Melissa is very excited to be in Paris, but apparently dark curly hair is not allowed:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgIz5vFI/AAAAAAAAARk/xcP2D405JGU/s1600-h/Image+31.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgIz5vFI/AAAAAAAAARk/xcP2D405JGU/s320/Image+31.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249327448356142162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the famous Superhero pose that is seen often by everyone in my world and there are pics of it from various stages in my life-I have always loved Wonderwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgZUucsI/AAAAAAAAARs/qoln5jdT4BI/s1600-h/Image+16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbgZUucsI/AAAAAAAAARs/qoln5jdT4BI/s320/Image+16.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249327452788781762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4927700341598701177?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4927700341598701177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4927700341598701177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4927700341598701177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4927700341598701177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-pictures-part-2.html' title='Pretty Pictures Part 2'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SNlbfAWmgjI/AAAAAAAAARM/PShqcGdsNbs/s72-c/Image+38.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4841160950899312681</id><published>2008-09-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:07:33.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When bored in Logan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7blWDJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/U8oHWJGsuwg/s1600-h/ATT00001+(6).jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7blWDJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/U8oHWJGsuwg/s320/ATT00001+(6).jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372050553666546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7W1tMeghI/AAAAAAAAAPM/S5vSvxE_4xI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7W1tMeghI/AAAAAAAAAPM/S5vSvxE_4xI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246366834086543890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of weeks have been a little busy, but not without fun. A couple of weekends ago we went down to Brigham City for Peach Days. Let me describe Peach Days to you: if there was a movie being made about someone from a small town and they needed a place to film-this would be it! They shut down Main Street and there were carnival rides and window displays, old men sitting in their lawn chairs in front of the stores, Harley riders complete with mullets and American flags, and a dance presentation in front of Town Hall. I, of course, am entertained easily, so I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere and took in every whiff of cotton candy I could. We also ate lunch at Maddox and bought fruit at a fruit stand, so the experience was complete. &lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, my roomies decided to go camping for the last nice weather of the season, so we headed up the canyon. I decided that I would go up for the evening and eat a yummy dinner of dutch oven chicken and potatoes and then enjoy a night of sleep in my own bed. Lucky for me, I was still there when our neighbor at the next camp decided that he would honor us with a song on his banjo. He introduced himself at Ugly Earl (which I immediately decided to change to Crazy Earl and he was okay with that), and made Melissa be his helper while he sang a song about a dog. She was great! She barked at all the right times and wagged her tongue when she was supposed to...Crazy Earl was thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDhJZy0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Hd71tXJXHA0/s1600-h/Image+21+(3).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDhJZy0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Hd71tXJXHA0/s320/Image+21+(3).jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246370369905478466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we were all finally home from the weekend, we decided to play around with the laptop and take some fun pics. 2 hours and 98 pictures later, we were still laughing our heads off and decided that we are very easily entertained! Here are some samples of some of the best ones that we took, although I am sure that we will be taking more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDdLuPqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iqRPWkp0E9Q/s1600-h/Image+27+(3).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDdLuPqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iqRPWkp0E9Q/s320/Image+27+(3).jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246370368841465506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDi89-RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KD5ylzTHo4o/s1600-h/Image+24+(3).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7aDi89-RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KD5ylzTHo4o/s320/Image+24+(3).jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246370370390194450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7cCXI6a_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/GgOQmjk4Jxg/s1600-h/Image+19+(3).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7cCXI6a_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/GgOQmjk4Jxg/s320/Image+19+(3).jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372549062454258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is the report of what happens when 4 middle class white girls armed with a laptop do when we are bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4841160950899312681?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4841160950899312681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4841160950899312681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4841160950899312681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4841160950899312681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-bored-in-logan.html' title='When bored in Logan...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SM7blWDJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/U8oHWJGsuwg/s72-c/ATT00001+(6).jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6554481487419846960</id><published>2008-09-05T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:04:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMHDFnStRRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FEDxG7Bs0a4/s1600-h/snl_amy_seth%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMHDFnStRRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FEDxG7Bs0a4/s320/snl_amy_seth%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242685942450177298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is a fan of Saturday Night Live knows that Seth and Amy do a segment called "Really?!?" where they observe some of the stupid things that people do and ask "Really? You just did that? Really!?!" So I decided that I have had a few experiences in the past few weeks that prompted me to put my own spin on the whole Really? experience only I like to use the word "Seriously"...so here goes-keep in mind that these are real things that have happened to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;1. While standing in line at the grocery store, we were talking and there was an older gentleman in a suit behind us on a cell phone. We were just chatting like normal and then he shooshed us! Seriously? I am sorry that you can't hear while you talk on that phone that has no cord. While standing on those legs that are not broken. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;2. I was waiting in line at the Registrar's office on campus and an older lady behind me was clearly staring at me. I smiled at her, so she starts to reach for my hair and says, "Is your hair real?" Seriously? I can only assume that she was wondering if my mane of big hair is naturally curly or a perm, but there are better ways to ask this. And if I don't know you, please don't touch my hair. If you want to scare a curly-haired girl-threaten to comb your fingers through her hair. They will get stuck. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3. We were at a dinner with some friends and a couple of other acquaintances that I didn't know very well and someone had brought a delicious-looking salad that had raspberries and avocadoes in it. I am highly allergic to all things avocado, so I didn't take any salad. No big deal, just didn't take any. So, everyone starts to rave about the salad, and the salad-maker looks at my salad-less plate and asks if I want some. I politely say that I will pass, and she inquires as to why. My roommate says that it is because I am allergic and the salad maker procedes to make the moment awkward by asking, "Well, how much do you have to eat before you have a bad reaction?" Seriously? Is there a good reaction when you are allergic to something? Seriously. As a personal rule, I try not to see how much my body can take of something before my throat just closes up and my eyes swell shut (Think Hitch). Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;4. My Bishop,trying to be ever so helpful, just informed me a while ago that the reason that I am not married is because I am too busy. Seriously? Is that really the reason? I don't even know what that really means, but I am pretty sure that there are probably other reasons and that Mr. Right is not sitting around thinking,"Wow, she's fantastic and I would totally date her if she was only just sitting at home doing nothing."  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I think that some of the funniest things happen when people don't really think about what they are saying. Don't worry, I have more. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-6554481487419846960?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6554481487419846960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6554481487419846960' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6554481487419846960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6554481487419846960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously? Seriously...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMHDFnStRRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FEDxG7Bs0a4/s72-c/snl_amy_seth%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8780458662558590366</id><published>2008-09-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:50:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday...Reunion Time Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMFGlA_2HtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Io7GG3mwqVQ/s1600-h/scan0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMFGlA_2HtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Io7GG3mwqVQ/s320/scan0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549042972860114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of deciding that I will be going to my High School reunion in February, I have seriously started my effort to get in shape (I also have a class where we have to run a timed mile, so that scares me more than my classmates). Here is a pic of what my High School friends know me as so I will become the Incredible Shrinking woman in the next couple of months. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8780458662558590366?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8780458662558590366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8780458662558590366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8780458662558590366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8780458662558590366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-fridayreunion-time-already.html' title='Flashback Friday...Reunion Time Already'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SMFGlA_2HtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Io7GG3mwqVQ/s72-c/scan0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-7910010942730287440</id><published>2008-09-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:09:50.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to August....My most favorite month of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLw9H0oSztI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MOhX4Gl8dlU/s1600-h/welcome_back%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLw9H0oSztI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MOhX4Gl8dlU/s320/welcome_back%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241131270948441810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long and crazy month of fun things and lots of changes. I love the month of August and always have... and not just because it has the 19th in it! We had lots of fun here in Logan and in Cali and now that school has started, everyone is back and all is right with the world! I love the feeling on campus when school starts and there is a buzz of new life and busy-ness and excitement as students start their college careers. Here in the Admissions office, we get a lot busier and I love it! I am taking 7 credits and working full time, so I will be a little crazy too, but I love love love my classes. We took some pictures on campus that will be in all of the publications and all in all survived the first week of school. We even got to listen to the vocal stylings of Carmen Rasmusen of American Idol Fame! I do have some fun things to look forward to in September too...so we will see how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-7910010942730287440?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/7910010942730287440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=7910010942730287440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7910010942730287440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7910010942730287440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-to-augustmy-most-favorite-month.html' title='Goodbye to August....My most favorite month of the Year!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLw9H0oSztI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MOhX4Gl8dlU/s72-c/welcome_back%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-6633986323699640880</id><published>2008-08-22T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:48:48.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLSVp58yloI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dJknpC_WLkU/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238976813701699202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLSVp58yloI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dJknpC_WLkU/s320/scan0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back by popular demand is Flashback Friday! In honor of school starting again on Monday, I had to post some of my favorite back to school pics ever! As you can see, the Barlow kids could not wait to get back in the classroom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK9cP6LCqXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sRHskuxuA9c/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237506320038537586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK9cP6LCqXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sRHskuxuA9c/s320/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK9bunYyWII/AAAAAAAAAN8/ULr67iizmjc/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6987383268724707429-6633986323699640880?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/6633986323699640880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=6633986323699640880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6633986323699640880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/6633986323699640880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/08/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SLSVp58yloI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dJknpC_WLkU/s72-c/scan0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-7592639465440403796</id><published>2008-08-21T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:23:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Birthday Weekend Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4EMY7TLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0EVfXUetbd0/s1600-h/August08_014%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237128027574578258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4EMY7TLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0EVfXUetbd0/s320/August08_014%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4EFBLosaI/AAAAAAAAANs/8Z3lH8Xk1Dk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237127900941562274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4EFBLosaI/AAAAAAAAANs/8Z3lH8Xk1Dk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some people believe in a BirthDAY...I believe in a BirthWEEK! I went home on Thurday night the 14th for the weekend with Laura to celebrate my Birthday. It turned out to be the perfect weekend! On Friday, my Mom, Laura, Chel, and I took Sammie to her first chick flick "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and we had a great time. Sammie was very good the whole time and we enjoyed the movie. Then that night, Laura, Jen and I went with the parents to the A's game. It was a blast! We got to watch some good baseball-the A's won for a change-and just hang out. Saturday, we went to another A's game during the day with the entire family...we had been a little neglectful because we waited a whole 7 weeks before introducing the newest Barlow girl to the A's. As you can see from above, she had a great time and so did we. She was dressed head-to-toe in A's clothing which included a blanket and it was the cutest thing ever! After the game we went to the Cheesecake Factory. It is yummy there and if you ever want to score major points with me...buy me the Tuxedo Cheesecake. It really is heaven in the shape of Cheesecake. Sunday we hung out and had dinner with the fam. My Dad is a master barbecuer, so we had Tri-Tip and it was a close second to the Cheesecake for the title of heaven. Monday involved shopping with the girls and getting really good deals and then flying back to SLC late Monday night. I stayed in the estate with Laura and then we had lunch at the Capitol on my actual Birthday. She was a very good hostess. I shopped my way back to Logan and went to dinner at Cafe Sabor with the roommates. When we came home a bunch of people came over for cake and to surprise me on my big 25th:) All-in-all, I think that I am getting this birthday thing right and have had a great few days! I am very lucky to have such great family and friends around to help me celebrate on my birthday. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4Dj8OB3pI/AAAAAAAAANk/1S5eW3H50Wg/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237127332673740434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4Dj8OB3pI/AAAAAAAAANk/1S5eW3H50Wg/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6987383268724707429-7592639465440403796?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/7592639465440403796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=7592639465440403796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7592639465440403796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/7592639465440403796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-birthday-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Weekend Ever!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SK4EMY7TLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0EVfXUetbd0/s72-c/August08_014%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-5994187347764168006</id><published>2008-08-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:07:23.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart the Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SKCpv-jY0LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_YlAi4IXaq8/s1600-h/3006_OLYMPICS_192_PHELPS_001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233369408714887346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SKCpv-jY0LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_YlAi4IXaq8/s320/3006_OLYMPICS_192_PHELPS_001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to apologize now to any of you that were hoping to see me anywhere outside my house for the next few weeks. You see, when the Olympics come on I kind of go into a coma whilst watching them. I can't seem to tear myself away. I love all things Olympics and I of course get the chills when something miraculous happens. Like last night with the men's relay: does it get better than the Americans? Note to the French team: When you decide to shoot your mouth off and state to the newspapers that the whole reason you came to China is to smash the Americans, you make our men all the more pumped up to make you eat your words. I think that last night's race where we beat the French and set a world record will go down as one of the greatest Olympic moments in history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one of my favorites are the commentators. After the above mentioned moment, one of the announcers screamed, "Who's talking now?!" Hilarious. Another favorite: Bob Costas commentating the Opening Ceremonies (which were also amazing by the way) and stating, "In case any of you are wondering why everyone is sweating, it's because it is 85 degrees in here, Nary a breeze." The other announcer picked up on the use of the word nary by stating, "Nary, huh? Great word!" They are always being witty with eachother, so listen carefully and you will have nary a disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah the wonder that is the Olympics. I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-5994187347764168006?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/5994187347764168006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=5994187347764168006' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5994187347764168006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/5994187347764168006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-heart-olympics.html' title='I Heart the Olympics'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SKCpv-jY0LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_YlAi4IXaq8/s72-c/3006_OLYMPICS_192_PHELPS_001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8948784205699817535</id><published>2008-08-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:03.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping-fun or not fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJiFYvxVrpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CPAXlMaMeow/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077627377594002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJiFYvxVrpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CPAXlMaMeow/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJiFSO1zUDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vuSoEjJYnII/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077515458727986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJiFSO1zUDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vuSoEjJYnII/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't quite decided how I feel about camping, but I do know that I am not the best sleeper under the stars. It is pretty and everything, but I have a little bit of a fear of being eaten in my sleep. There was even a time that I thought I heard a bear, but it turns out it was just a boy in my ward snoring. I am also not a fan of being dirty. I think that I am a one-nighter as far as camping goes, but I did have a great time camping with my favorites. One of the Bishopric's sons named Keaton decided that Joe is his new best friend, so we had to take a picture of the new buddies and here is a great morning after pic of me, my roomies Michelle(with the bandana) and Melissa. All in all it was a fun experience, but we were all exhausted after. So my vote for the next camping trip involves a cabin...and beds...and no snoring boys that sound like bears.&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/6987383268724707429-8948784205699817535?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8948784205699817535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8948784205699817535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8948784205699817535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8948784205699817535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping-fun-or-not-fun.html' title='Camping-fun or not fun?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJiFYvxVrpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CPAXlMaMeow/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-3994881153524187694</id><published>2008-07-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:03.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Official Face on my Official Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJJXxZLtv8I/AAAAAAAAALc/yKJdNzZQY-Q/s1600-h/330116065_Jz46P-Ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229338623415795650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJJXxZLtv8I/AAAAAAAAALc/yKJdNzZQY-Q/s320/330116065_Jz46P-Ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have now officially joined the world of Facebook and I don't know what I was worried about...it is fun and easy and I already have 6 friends! At any time, you can look and see exactly how many friends you have, and I have 6 so far. I am not sure at what number I will feel popular, but if you have a Facebook and want to be my friend, I will say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Also, random thing that happened today...my co-worker came marching up to my desk and asked, "Do you think I need Prozac?" (my first reaction was every instinct in my body yelling "yes" because I think that she does) SO I said, "Why?" and she softened up a little and said that her brother is on Prozac and thinks that she should be too. So then I decided to lighten up the mood and explain that I think EVERYONE should be on Prozac so that then we could all be happy all the time, but my point to repeating this story today is this: Please be careful if you ever ask someone if they think you need Prozac because if you have to ask, you probably do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-3994881153524187694?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/3994881153524187694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=3994881153524187694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3994881153524187694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/3994881153524187694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-official-face-on-my-official.html' title='My Official Face on my Official Facebook'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SJJXxZLtv8I/AAAAAAAAALc/yKJdNzZQY-Q/s72-c/330116065_Jz46P-Ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-579731974861215472</id><published>2008-07-22T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:26:08.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Facebook or to not Facebook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That really is the question! So lately I have been hearing a lot about how &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;is on Facebook and I still don't really know if I should make a Facebook page for myself. All I ever hear is how I would be surprised at how many people can find me on Facebook and that I should totally do it because I am missing out on mass invites and catching up with people I haven't talked to in years. I am dragging my feet a little because I am not sure that I really want to talk to people I haven't talked to in years and I think that putting myself on Facebook would make it that much easier for a stalker to find me. I am sure that there is a stalker lurking on Facebook that doesn't know how to blog because he hasn't found me yet, but I am sure that he is out there. And along with my fear of stalkers, I also have a fear that no one will want to be my friend on Facebook. (That's how it works, apparently, is that you request to be someone's friend and they say yes or no-kind of feels like waiting to be picked for the team in PE and hoping beyond all hopes that you won't be picked last after Stacey Snottynose).&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, I will probably give in...but is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-579731974861215472?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/579731974861215472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=579731974861215472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/579731974861215472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/579731974861215472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-facebook-or-to-not-facebook.html' title='To Facebook or to not Facebook?'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2953086748540270715</id><published>2008-07-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:03.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bubba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHarJ71OQ8I/AAAAAAAAALA/xT1l9y76jdU/s1600-h/scan0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221549005150766018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHarJ71OQ8I/AAAAAAAAALA/xT1l9y76jdU/s320/scan0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little late with this but yesterday was my brother Mike's Birthday and I figured that I would list some of my favorite things about him:1. He has always been a fun, crazy kid! There are plenty of stories that I am sure will embarrass him, but I will not share in honor of his birthday. But let's just say he better be nice to me...&lt;br /&gt;2. He has a very tender heart and is always watching out for others. He will do anything for anyone. I loved having him in Provo because he was close enough to call when I needed something (usually related to car repairs).&lt;br /&gt;3. He is a really good athlete and has a lot of determination to get better at everything he does. He decided he wanted to be a pitcher, so he went out and threw pitches over and over and over again until all he threw was strikes. He decided that he wanted to be in shape, so he started to swim and bike and run and even competed in a triathalon. He always impresses me with his ability to be good at anything.&lt;br /&gt;4. He is a really good father. Although Sammie is only a couple of weeks old, you can tell she has her daddy wrapped around her little fingers! It is good to see him step up and be a great husband and father. He is working really hard in the Highway Patrol Academy because it will be good for his family when he is done. It is an impressive man who will work so hard for those he loves.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last but not least, he is a good friend. Although we had our moments when we couldn't stand eachother growing up (who hasn't had those moments with their siblings?) it is good to be adults now. I know that if I need to talk, or advice, or basically anything, my brother will be there. He has always been an incredible example to me and I consider him one of my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;SO, Happy Birthday Brother-I love you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2953086748540270715?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2953086748540270715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2953086748540270715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2953086748540270715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2953086748540270715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-bubba.html' title='Happy Birthday Bubba!'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHarJ71OQ8I/AAAAAAAAALA/xT1l9y76jdU/s72-c/scan0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-1803436925365398006</id><published>2008-07-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:04.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the World Needs Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHPLT857xDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hF10yYohEMo/s1600-h/Sammie_010%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHPLT857xDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hF10yYohEMo/s320/Sammie_010%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220739936679609394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHPLQIN0w4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lOT1KJkiGH0/s1600-h/Sammie7+4+08+015+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHPLQIN0w4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lOT1KJkiGH0/s320/Sammie7+4+08+015+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220739870996349826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...is another Barlow Girl! We got to go home this weekend to meet Samantha Rose Barlow and she is the cutest thing ever! She is only 12 days old as of today and she is perfect. I never think that newborns are that cute, but this one is the exception. We loved loved loved hanging out with our new little spirit and can't wait to go visit next month to see her again. It is fun to see Mike and Chel be new parents-they are naturals! Now, we just have to see what we can do from far away to become her favorite Aunties:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-1803436925365398006?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/1803436925365398006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=1803436925365398006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1803436925365398006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/1803436925365398006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-world-needs-now.html' title='What the World Needs Now...'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SHPLT857xDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hF10yYohEMo/s72-c/Sammie_010%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8180527896690456680</id><published>2008-07-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:04.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister, St. George, Squished Lizard and Sammie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrFShnVTgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SSIYWLa3jTo/s1600-h/ATT00001+(2).jpe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrEmTianlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rjVz1dWOTQg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218199280620838482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrEmTianlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rjVz1dWOTQg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrCQthBykI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xvsgmqKqb3g/s1600-h/JaneStuf+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218196710613961282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrCQthBykI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xvsgmqKqb3g/s320/JaneStuf+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided that there were a few things that happenings in June that I haven't shared yet, so here are some fun things we did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Went to Salt Lake to celebrate Laura's bday with my Mom and stayed at the mansion. We had a ton of fun watching random movies like "Honeymoon in Vegas" and pretty much anything on the Lifetime channel, at ribs at the Porcupine Grill and made the favorite enchiladas. It was an all around fun and well rested weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Went to St George with my office for a conference of all of the Admissions, Recruiting and Registrar's offices in the state of Utah. It was my first trip to the southern part of the State, so I was pretty in awe of the beautiful surroundings. We got to go to some good seminars, do some good shopping (I got 5 shirts and 2 pairs of flats for $35.00), and got to see the Temple. We even got to see how the University's mini-van would handle in the torrential downpour that was the weather on the ride home. I have to say it handled like a champ! Best part of the trip: it was free and we had a blast being out of the office for a few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Whilst in St George, I learned something that I had already suspected, but had never seen before: they have lizards everywhere! We saw one that was roadkill in the parking lot and it was huge! It was at least as big as two of my flip-flops with a little more tail to spare...one girl saw it and ran away. I just took a picture of it on my phone and sent it to all of my friends that would appreciate it! Yuck! I added it to the side of the blog, so you can check it out. It was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The best part of the month-we got a new neice in our family! Samantha Rose Barlow entered the world on June 27 weighing in at 7 lbs 1 oz and stretching to 21 inches. I have only seen pictures so far, but from what I can tell, she is a knock-out! My parents are gushing about how perfect she is and I totally believe them. Now her Aunties that are the farthest away have to meet her...which we will do over the 4th of July weekend at our immediate family reunion. Looks like she arrived just in time to meet &lt;em&gt;everyone. &lt;/em&gt;I will post more when I have pictures of her with her favorite curly-haired aunt:) &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/6987383268724707429-8180527896690456680?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8180527896690456680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8180527896690456680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8180527896690456680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8180527896690456680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/07/sister-st-george-squished-lizard-and.html' title='Sister, St. George, Squished Lizard and Sammie'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SGrEmTianlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rjVz1dWOTQg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-8315888264543658669</id><published>2008-06-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:04.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>So, one of my students who has rockin' 80's hair (Yeah, he's 42 and has feathered hair that goes down his back and a faded denim shirt unbuttoned to reveal a very hairy chest with a gold chain nestled among the dark hair) just came in and after &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214078696336495122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFwg8u4RkhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PFU2x_vhL0M/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;some reflection of the Awesome 80's I figured I would share that at one time I too had a love of the spandex pants. Although I still have the big hair-which is probably going to be with me for a long time, so I have learned to love it-this picture also shows the "Sun-In" highlights which are long gone. And yes, that is a wave of hair atop my forehead with the greatest bangs ever. Some of my favorite things about the '80's: Neon, leggings, LA Gear shoes, Pop Rocks, all things Oakland A's (this is when the greatest years of my lifetime occured with Jose, Mark and Walt), TV shows like Misfits in Science, The Incredible Hulk, Wonder Woman and Scooby Doo, movies like Flight of the Navigator, Mannequin, and Pee Wee's Big Adventure and of course the music! Depeche Mode, Bon Jovi, The B52's and Pat Benatar made every youth dance the most rockin place ever!&lt;br /&gt;While the days of big hair, rubber bracelets, pegged pants, shirt clips and giant bangs are over, I will always look back on all of those things with fondness. And a little thankful prayer in my heart that not all of it was captured on camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-8315888264543658669?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/8315888264543658669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=8315888264543658669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8315888264543658669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/8315888264543658669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFwg8u4RkhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PFU2x_vhL0M/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-4931873505090489102</id><published>2008-06-16T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:04.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder that is Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFb5R4NVj0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/13zbMBXBh-o/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFb43-c3JCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGeGxA5JNO8/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212627259268473890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFb43-c3JCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGeGxA5JNO8/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that I am a little late for Father's Day, but I would like to share why it is that my Dad is the greatest! Here are a few of the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has the magic touch in more ways than one. He can take a sliver out without it hurting. He can fix anything with gorilla snot glue that wouldn't otherwise stick. He can start the unstartable car. He can pack up a house in record time and nothing gets broken. He can listen when it feels like your world is going to fall apart and bring it all back into perspective. He can make you feel like he is your biggest fan even when you are in hot water. He can calm nerves just by being in the room when you are giving a talk, performance or recital. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He instilled in his girls a love of sports. Many would think that being in a family where there are more females than males would make for lots of ballet and playing with dolls. Well, some of the most fun memories that I have of growing up Barlow is going to many many A's games, watching football with Dad on the big screen and most of all-the best years of softball when he was my coach. I still have my mitt in the Jeep at all times just so I can play whenever the occasion allows and I get that from my Dad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is the knower of all things when it comes to cars. I still discuss all things related to my vehicle with him, because I know that he will know the answer. We all have a special love and appreciation when it comes to vehicles...especially the classic ones! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an incredible example to all who are around him of how to be a worthy Priesthood holder and a worthy member of the church. All growing up, he was off to meetings or to help someone in need and never complained. Not once. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here are just a few of the many examples as to why my Dad is the greatest. Happy Father's Day, Dad and thanks for everything you do for me and for our family. You are an incredible example of a husband, father, leader, business man, and most importantly, friend. I love you and I am proud to call you my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFb4acZWptI/AAAAAAAAAIg/d42wZdzty98/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-4931873505090489102?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/4931873505090489102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=4931873505090489102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4931873505090489102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/4931873505090489102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/06/wonder-that-is-steve.html' title='The Wonder that is Steve'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SFb43-c3JCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGeGxA5JNO8/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-95506403610355543</id><published>2008-06-05T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:05.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wyoming Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SEiI-gFS0sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-RNFnqq2-oI/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SEiEDQFS0qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4-4s1IwawfM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208558160445624994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SEiEDQFS0qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4-4s1IwawfM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; A few years ago, I moved into a new apartment at Maple Valley and little did I know that life as I knew it would be changed forever. I met the two boys across the hall, Mikol and Joe, and we became fast friends. We were always together and no matter what we were doing, whether we were playing sports, hot tubbing, watching movies, cooking dinner together, eating hotwings, bowling, or tubing down Beaver Mountain in a plastic swimming pool, we were definitely enjoying ourselves. Well, now everything will be changed because Mikol has abandoned us for the Call of the Wyoming Wild to go to Grad School in Laramie. While I am proud of him for taking this opportunity, I have quickly realized that a little piece of my heart will now be in Wyoming. So, here are a few of the many highlights of why we will always be friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The infamous road trip to Cali for Spring Break: staying in Reno, getting lost on the way to Ptown, Jane telling Mikol his jokes just aren't funny, driving all around the Bay Area in the Green Jeep, Flat Joe, the Oakland Temple trips, waiters, Alcatraz, riding the Trolley, the beach and a Wyoming boy meets the undertow, and when someone drove the Stratus like a racecar- having to pull over because someone else was turning green and needed to take a closer look at Truckee. Although there are many other highlights from this trip, the most fun was when we went to my Dad's car store and got to play in all of the fun cars. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was the time that Mikol decided to teach me how to ski and I trusted him to not let me be hauled off in an ambulance. He did great and it even turned into a pretty good Sunday School story about someone who's name starts with an A and ends in nneBarlow. And an extra bonus: I am now a good skiier! Seriously!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter what time day or night, I always knew that I could call Mikol for anything (whether we WERE friends or not). He fixed the Jeep, hung things on the wall, moved anything heavy, was always up for driving, didn't pout too much when I would beat him at bowling, and most importantly knows most of my secrets and never tells.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, while I will be a little mad at Wyoming because it is too far away from me, I am always glad when my favorites are happy and doing what is best for them. And now it will be the start of a new era, although nothing will ever replace the combination of a Wyoming-ite, Californi-anne and South Korean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-95506403610355543?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/95506403610355543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=95506403610355543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/95506403610355543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/95506403610355543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/06/call-of-wyoming-wild.html' title='The Call of the Wyoming Wild'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SEiEDQFS0qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4-4s1IwawfM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987383268724707429.post-2148890819587473921</id><published>2008-05-27T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:22:05.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder that is Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SDya10VxP5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/u1kIUtGZbG8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205205518707146642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SDya10VxP5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/u1kIUtGZbG8/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Laura's Birthday on the 28th so to honor her, I won't say how old she is, but I will just randomly post 25 things that we all love about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She has the most beautiful Pantene shiny hair ever. It always looks good and coming from the crazy curly haired girl, there is a lot of jealousy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You can't say anything about a Barlow girl without mentioning the laugh. We come from a long line of great laughers and Laura fits right in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. For a little girl, she sure rocks the big car. First it was a Jeep Cherokee, now it is Lois the Montero. If you want to see something funny, watch her try and wash it or scrape off the snow from the windshield. She still makes it look good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She is funny and funny things happen to her. Story time is always good when she is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. There are still people in the world who know her only as Starfish. Not everyone could carry off a name like that with style, but she really does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She would do anything for anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She is smart-she graduated fast and with 2 majors: Political Science &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; History. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She is always off on a cool adventure. Check out her blog and you will see recounting of her cruise to the Bahamas and most recent 4-wheeling excursion in Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She can throw the best parties ever. There was a Chinese New Year party that people still talk about and I am sure that the mansion will quickly become legendary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She has great taste in music. She is always up on the newest artists but still has a taste for the classic 80's butt rock band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Going to an A's game with her is truly an experience. Most of the time it involves being seen on the jumbotron or clearing out the section around us because people can't handle the fan-atics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. She has a great taste in clothes. She always looks put together and ready for anything. She would never wear a wife-beater tank top, suspenders and a hat to go dancing. Never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. She sets goals and sticks to them. She has always wanted to run a marathon, so she did. Wanted to work in politics, so she is. Loves to travel, so she does. You get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Has a job working in her passion, politics. I am pretty sure that the Utah Senate will never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. She is honest-especially when you need someone to be honest. Not in a rude way, but in a way that she cares about you so she will let you know what's up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. She ALWAYS looks good. Whether she has just woken up or is ready for a night on the town, she has a natural beauty that always shows through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. She is fun at a concert. There is no shame to dancing on your chair and I don't think I would ever go to Kelly without her:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. She does a great classic gymnastics pose that only a few select people outside of the family have had the opportunity to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Her love of The Godfather will never be rivaled. She even has a poster of the man himself watching over her while she sleeps. After all, everything in the world can be related to The Godfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. She is faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. She has naturally straight, white teeth and never had to have braces for a great smile. No fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Is always up for spending couch time watching a Lifetime "suck-me-in" movie when needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Will unleash the wrath of Laura on anyone, anytime if needed and never at inappropriate moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. She is very passionate about everything she does and makes me want to learn more about the things that are important to her just so I can keep up. I don't think I have ever been more interested in the upcoming Presidential elections than this year (don't worry, Mom, I have always voted). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. She is a great friend and sister. Hope that you have a great day too-Love you sista:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987383268724707429-2148890819587473921?l=anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/feeds/2148890819587473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987383268724707429&amp;postID=2148890819587473921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2148890819587473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987383268724707429/posts/default/2148890819587473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonder-that-is-laura.html' title='The Wonder that is Laura'/><author><name>Anne of Green Barlows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kGi17wcWSAk/SDya10VxP5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/u1kIUtGZbG8/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
