<?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-5068543298429460407</id><updated>2012-02-10T10:12:34.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisaface</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-8090182434784068850</id><published>2012-02-07T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:22:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>Who is in charge of this blog?... somebody.. and any day now will update it..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8090182434784068850?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8090182434784068850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8090182434784068850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8090182434784068850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8090182434784068850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-3806424156456917317</id><published>2010-12-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:19:50.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas..</title><content type='html'>That line above is from the Christmas movie "All I want for Christmas" and it is one of my favorites.  And the little girl says that over and over "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.." to be annoying, so I do it as well around Christmas time to be annoying!  It is no surprise to anyone that knows me, that I love Christmas time!!  I start listening to Christmas music way to early, and watching movies.  I grew up doing this with my sisters, and I will continue to with my kids.  We put the tree up the day after Thanksgiving.  It is simple, and we are slowly starting to get "memory" ornaments and I love them!  We finally got a tree topper this year, and I think it fits perfectly!  I really want a real tree one year, but I will settle with this one for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6AmJf8qnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ftu0AJeyQu8/s1600/FxCam_1290831872660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6AmJf8qnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ftu0AJeyQu8/s200/FxCam_1290831872660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548013183840332402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cute tree!  Our house is so small that the only place it could go was in front of the door.  But we never use our front door, so no biggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom had ordered tickets for the Christmas Devotional at the conference center downtown.  It was so pretty!  I have never been to the conference center, so I was excited.  And to see the tabernacle choir, I was excited!  At the end the choir sang "O Holy Night" and the congregation joined in at the fourth verse.  I was half way listening, but in my own thoughts while thinking about some stuff that has been going on personally with me, and I focused again on the screen and right then was the time when we all joined in, and I started signing and couldn't help but start crying.  I don't know if it was what I had been thinking of, or the song having a different meaning to me after the devotional but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.  Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crazy and foggy that night, and so the temple looked amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pQg1dvcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DwRQe8NeOuc/s1600/IMAG0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pQg1dvcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DwRQe8NeOuc/s200/IMAG0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057892124212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jenny.  It was so cold, we look funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pTcQh96I/AAAAAAAAAvU/3NXm9iIHnzk/s1600/IMAG0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pTcQh96I/AAAAAAAAAvU/3NXm9iIHnzk/s200/IMAG0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057942435166114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course I had to get this picture.  Every year at Christmas time, I always think of retro Christmas, I don't know what it is.  And I always think of my Grandma Timm, and her old house.  I wonder if it is because of all the Christmas' spent at her old house, and she must have had old retro decorations or something.  I don't know, I never could put my finger on what made me always reminiscent of a retro Christmas.. but this reminded me of olden days with the building behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pN1jbiUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/q4FIxF7TtF4/s1600/IMAG0078%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6pN1jbiUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/q4FIxF7TtF4/s200/IMAG0078%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057846146107714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture!!  I think the temple looks so beautiful, there is almost a mystery of it or something.  And the pole makes it seem like an olden day scene to  me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been looking online at vintage Christmas decorations, and a lot of them do remind me of my Grandma Timm.  So that does have to be where it came from.  There are a few things I want to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEASONS GREETINGS EVERYONE!!  I love this time of year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3806424156456917317?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3806424156456917317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3806424156456917317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3806424156456917317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3806424156456917317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas..'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/TP6AmJf8qnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ftu0AJeyQu8/s72-c/FxCam_1290831872660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-8584488876349099434</id><published>2010-07-16T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:41:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought an Update Would be Fun</title><content type='html'>I always get mad at my sisters for not posting.. and I never post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy, but not out of control!  I went home in June for my little sister Lindsay and Matt's wedding.  She look so beautiful.  It was a fun wedding and so pretty!  She is going to be an amazing wife and amazing mother.  I also met my future sister in law while there.  Brent, my older brother came in for the wedding and he is getting married in August.  She fit right in with us and we already love her!  She is awesome!!!!  My sister Lindsay is having a baby in October. Little Crosby, who I like to call Bing.  I think I might have started the Bing but I also think I might not have.  :) The tradition is that in Matt's family (the husband) all the kids name their first son Crosby.  When we were talking about it I was like Ohhhh like Bing Crosby.  Because if you know my family you know us girls love Christmas, and Christmas music especially.  So therefore he will be nicknamed BING!  I love it.  And I actually love the name Crosby.. what if I steal the tradition?  HAHA!  So I got some time with my family that I love so much!  And miss even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May Quin found out he would be working in Vernal for the summer.. I was beyond not happy with this.  He started out there in June.  It has been an adjustment and the first couple of weeks I couldn't stay at home by myself.  This week actually is the first week I have been home the whole week and by myself.  I am finally not feeling anxious being there alone.  This is my home, I want to feel safe there and I want to be able to feel okay being there by myself.  We have a crazy neighbor is really the only reason I am nervous there by myself.  He is not stable, you can tell.  And I always say a crazy person is a scary person because you don't know what they'll do.  But things have been okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July my family came into town like they do every year.  And I love!  Since Quin was out of town I went out there every night and stayed out at my sisters.  I love having them here and I wish we all lived closer.  We had Quin's parents come over for one of the family bbq's and seriously they fit right in with my family.  I love it!  Soooo the most fun was Sunday after the 4th.. since my mom was in town we decided to go dress shopping!  I felt dumb for setting up an appointment when my wedding is a year away but the lady said that is perfect time.  This book I have says to actually order your dress six months in advance.  And after trying on more than 30 dresses and loving all of them except for maybe 2 I am glad I have six months to find one!  I have a feeling this is going to be hard.  But I loved it.  I loved every minute of trying on dresses.  And every dress I tried on.  HAHA!  It's funny, when I would think about trying on dresses and picturing me in a dress I would start crying or tearing up a little.. but when I actually tried on the dresses I was so happy and so excited that I was just all smiles!  No tears.  I feel like this whole experience I will be sooo happy and soooo excited that there will be no tears.  It feels so weird, because I've never been through anything like this I always imagined I would cry about everything.  We shall see I guess.  So I have been looking up places more and more to have the wedding at.  This is hard too.  With Quin out of town there is no time we can both go.  So my sister Jenny gave me the idea to go to appointments without him and if there are places that I fall in love with, then set an appointment up with him when he has time.  I think this will be perfect.  Well I am hoping.  This is so much fun!!!  I am loving it so far.  I hope I don't get sick of it like everyone says they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all so far.. I can't wait to really get into planning our wedding and having fun things to share.  Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8584488876349099434?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8584488876349099434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8584488876349099434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8584488876349099434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8584488876349099434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought-update-would-be-fun.html' title='I Thought an Update Would be Fun'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-3683767726260625832</id><published>2009-12-31T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:48:33.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Forever</title><content type='html'>Quin proposed Wednesday December 23rd!!!!  It was a complete surprise!  We had been planning to go drive around and look at lights.  I had the week off and I kept texting Jenny saying something is up with Quin and he was not acting like himself.  So we headed out Wednesday to look at lights.  Last year we found this house in Provo kind of out of nowhere, it has it's own culdesac and one side is the house and the other is a little park/field.  The house is huge and beautiful and has the most amazing lights, the really bright ones all over.  In the park/field is a huge nativity scene set up.  We couldn't remember exactly how to get there but we found it!  So we drove up and Quin pulled over and said "Hey let's get out this year" so we got out and we stood right in front of the park and he put his arms around and kissed me and said "Do you know how much I love you, you know how much I love you right?"  And I must have made a weird face and I said ".... yeah..." and he goes "NO I am not breaking up with you" Who knows why I am so weird and I thought he was breaking up with me!  But he said "no it is way better then that.  I want you to marry me!"  I just said "SHUT UP!!!!"  And he had the box in his hand.  So I just kept saying "Really???  Are you for real!!!!"  And he said "YES!  It is real I want you to be my wife!!"  Finally I said "YES of course a million times yes!!!"  It was seriously PERFECT!  My eyes kept watering with excitment but I was just too happy and too excited!  Here are quite a few picture of the ring!  He picked it out all by himself.. had it for 3 weeks and everything.  He didn't even bring his mom or friends to help him.  I love that even more that he did it all on his own.  And that it was a total surprise to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3xOKz0RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uzffONOxoPg/s1600-h/SDC10760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3xOKz0RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uzffONOxoPg/s200/SDC10760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480476436320530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3rv5NAmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/j3sDgzolE1M/s1600-h/SDC10752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3rv5NAmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/j3sDgzolE1M/s200/SDC10752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480382410064482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this view... it has two peaks on the side that don't touch the diamond.  It's my favorite part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3lte7-pI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Cy5dKcHGof8/s1600-h/SDC10754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3lte7-pI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Cy5dKcHGof8/s200/SDC10754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480278683810450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take the ring in to get sized and it KILLED me!  Because of Christmas it took two days and I was so sad but so excited to get it back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3f9h6JAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/re9jF2xQuNM/s1600-h/Ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3f9h6JAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/re9jF2xQuNM/s200/Ring.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480179912025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristi's cell phone takes better pictures then any digital camera.  Plus I hate my fingers.  Gross!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz31bBSBCI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZdG_733EDtY/s1600-h/SDC10741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz31bBSBCI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZdG_733EDtY/s200/SDC10741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480548605494306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before leaving for Chris' birthday party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooo happy I can not even explain it!!  I have always told the people that are close to me that I just haven't felt like I am going to get married.  for one, it just hasn't been a huge priority for me.  If I found love and it happened then I would be excited but I just didn't think it would happen.   Since meeting Quin and getting serious with him it has always been on  my mind.  I finally found the one person that I really wanted to get married to!  It is such an amazing feeling.  I have found my best friend that will be for the rest of my life.  We don't have a date set yet, but we want to have a wedding in the summer and since we will need to save for the honeymoon and alcohol at our wedding we are thinking not this summer but next!!  It is quite a ways away but I am already looking at bridesmaid dresses and trying to figure out the colors for the wedding.  Which is good because I can not make decissions.  So Christmas this year for real has been the best ever!!  I got so spoiled aside from getting engaged!  I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with Quin and to plan our wedding!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3683767726260625832?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3683767726260625832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3683767726260625832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3683767726260625832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3683767726260625832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-to-forever.html' title='Here&apos;s to Forever'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/Szz3xOKz0RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uzffONOxoPg/s72-c/SDC10760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-8344034089807449008</id><published>2009-09-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:49:59.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has the Time Gone?</title><content type='html'>It is so weird to see all the married people I went to school with, and especially the ones that have kids!  And more then one kid!  Are we really that grown up?  I remember the carefree days I'd spend with these people... life changes so much too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8344034089807449008?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8344034089807449008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8344034089807449008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8344034089807449008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8344034089807449008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Has the Time Gone?'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-7261018854749080279</id><published>2009-08-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:58:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened...</title><content type='html'>We went up to the opening of the bow hunt this last weekend.  Obviously we are not hunters... we go to camp and have fun.  Burnie and Nephew drove up in the truck and we were waved over by another guy... I took a second to get there and I walked up to the bed of the truck and screamed.  I screamed out loud... then I was like "you gotta warn a girl!" Burnie had shot a deer righ in the head pretty much right between the eyes!  Most of the bow (I don't even know if that is what it's called)was stilling out the back.  Melissa one of the wives of the hunters was like if you see a bunch of guys standing around the bed of a truck you know there's something dead.  HAHA!  She has a two year old son (who I may steal) and he was all about it, actually pulling on the bow that was still in the deer's head.  Another little girl a little older, her dad put her up on the side to see too.  I thought it would traumatize a child but I guess not.  I have never seen anything that someone has actually killed except for the deer and buffalo head in the  basement of my grandma and grandpa's house, that is it.  I went over to talk to Sarah and it was close to where they were hanging it up so I decided that since I have never experience anything like this before I'd see if I could stomach it long enough to watch.  So I stood there and watched him cut the head off, stick his arm clear up the thing (it was already gutted) and was trying to pull something out, the wind pipe or something, I don't know.  Pour water down it to clean it out, they ended up taking too long switching the way they had it tied up on the tree that I got distracted and didn't watch him skin it.  It was so weird, Quin couldn't believe I watched what I did when I finally walked back to the trailer.  In a way it was awesome, there was a guy there talking about how he loves to kill elk and all that to feed his family.  Hunters are a whole other breed then us, that is for sure.  Two guys that go up there every year and their fathers fathers have gone to the same spot every year, well one of the guys had a bull tag so him and this other guy stood up on a platform in the trees for 11 hours not talking or moving waiting to kill the bull.  They peed once that entire time, and never got anything.  I don't get it.  But it really is fun going up with them.  We're going again this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7261018854749080279?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7261018854749080279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7261018854749080279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7261018854749080279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7261018854749080279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-happened.html' title='It Happened...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7761738839437595646</id><published>2009-07-29T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:58:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Get Better Then This...</title><content type='html'>Thursday we went to Kenny Chesney. Our friend Rob always calls the same guy for a taxi on the weekends, so he called that guy and set up a limo since everyone we were going with lives in utah county for one, and the parking at the rio tinto stadium is ridiculous for two, nobody wanted to drive. Everyone has been telling everyone about the limo we're getting... well come Thursday, the guy calls Rob and says that the limo is double booked and the other people are offering more money so he can send two lincoln cars. But we all wanted to go together and the limo driver found a big van for us to take, and he paid for it because of the mix up. So we all met over at Rob and Kelly's and our ride was there... Rob came and told us it was a bus, like to ones we take at the airport... Rob came back to tell us it was a senior citizen bus!!  It was free for us, yes.  We got to drive together, yes.  Did we have a blast in that senior citizen bus?  YES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMs750q11I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0elM3ujeRJg/s1600-h/6529_1097002879054_1646073729_30397632_2280685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMs750q11I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0elM3ujeRJg/s200/6529_1097002879054_1646073729_30397632_2280685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680988774029138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are driving to pick Amanda and Jason up!  The funny thing is, we never told Amanda the limo was cancelled.  So up until we picked her up she thought it would be a limo.  It was pretty funny when we picked them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMs1AoQgEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/badTjjvg7-8/s1600-h/6300_124944191008_526351008_2345707_3656561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMs1AoQgEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/badTjjvg7-8/s200/6300_124944191008_526351008_2345707_3656561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680870341935170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the lin to get in I saw Jenny and Tiff.  I can't believe in the big crowd I found them!  Quin saw them once when we weren't together too.  I love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsx-_GqhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-0WXvpuv3FY/s1600-h/6529_1097004199087_1646073729_30397663_804660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsx-_GqhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-0WXvpuv3FY/s200/6529_1097004199087_1646073729_30397663_804660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680818361281042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so glad someone got a picture so we had proof!  Josh, the senior citizen!!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Chris and Jenny's for the 24th of July BBQ and fireworks.  We had a lot of fun, but Quin got heat stroke out golfing that day.  So poor him :( didn't feel good all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsuBfRBaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DCFRrqZg-RQ/s1600-h/6300_124944251008_526351008_2345718_1235631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsuBfRBaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DCFRrqZg-RQ/s200/6300_124944251008_526351008_2345718_1235631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680750313571746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bay took this picture of us.. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo while my parents were here my mom said I should try and curl my hair... since it's long the curl has come out but not much.  Well Quin's friend's girlfriend has gorgeous curly hair and she told me to try and curl it too.  Well while Quin was out golfing, I thought of blow drying and flattening my hair and cringed at the thought.  It is down to my butt, thick, and out of control.  I need it cut and thinned bad!!!  So I thought... I'll curl it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsrNR8zMI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ygvuM-tgQw0/s1600-h/6300_124944246008_526351008_2345717_2158020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMsrNR8zMI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ygvuM-tgQw0/s200/6300_124944246008_526351008_2345717_2158020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680701939338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the results...  My hair is SO heavy that the top is sooo flat!  I back  combed the crap out of it and it still went totally flat.  Also it didn't curl very much it just frizzed.  I will try again with some other product.  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a bbq at our house.  Just a few people came over.  Our neighbors noticed how much we love bonfires and have given us so much wood!  We love them!  Sunday Quin's parents went out of town or they were doing someone for Art's work, I can't remember.  But we stayed home and we watched Gran Torino and A Haunting in Conneticut.  The last one freaked me out!  It was based on a true story, even at the end there was an update of the situation.  So scary but I love it!  Gran Torino was not as good as everyone said, I thought, or maybe I just wasn't in the mood for it.  It really started to get on my nerves that he was so grumpy, and that he growled at everyone.  Also when he said he regretted not having a relationship with his sons, but became a father to Toa really bugged me.  Obviously you can be a good father, just not to your own sons?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been annoying.  Our buick needs to be registered and the check engine light has been on, well we went and paid over $300 to maybe have the light off.  So this weekend we are not going to go crazy spending money.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7761738839437595646?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7761738839437595646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7761738839437595646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7761738839437595646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7761738839437595646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-doesnt-get-better-then-this.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Get Better Then This...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SnMs750q11I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0elM3ujeRJg/s72-c/6529_1097002879054_1646073729_30397632_2280685_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-4952753641562152701</id><published>2009-07-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:35:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!</title><content type='html'>Last wednesday when I got home as soon as I walked in the front room, Quin asked if I wanted to go somewhere and that we would be walking a little.  But he wouldn't tell me where or anything.  Well we went up in the mountains through Provo Canyon, went by Sundance ski resort and we got to a toll booth and he told the worker we were going on the Alpine Loop, she didn't make us pay and just told us to be safe.  So we were weaving our way through the canyon looking at how beautiful everything was and the smells and just talking.  So we ended up at Cascade Springs.  Walked through one of the most amazing and beautiful places I've been to in Utah.  I loved it so much.  The whole time I kept telling him thank you for taking me and suprising me.  I wish I was able to take pictures.  It was such a hot day too that it was so nice to get away and  being in the cool mountains.  It was so awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had a BBQ like we do every Friday.  Saturday we went to Quin's friend Burnie's brother in law's house.  There is a car show every year that is across the street so they sit out front and hang out.  The American Fork carnival is a couple of blocks from his house too.  Quin stayed at the house hanging out and I went with Melissa, Sara, and their kids to the carnival.  Melissa's daughter some how got me to go on the freakiest ride with her.  Although it was fun, it sounded like it was going to break.  Also it was about 100 degrees that day.  We drank more water there then anyone has ever!  I love the carnival, I don't know why but I think it is so cute and such a fun place to watch people!  After we left that house we went to Rob and Kelly's for Rob's birthday party.  We had a pretty fun weekend!!  Love the summertime!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4952753641562152701?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4952753641562152701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4952753641562152701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4952753641562152701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4952753641562152701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/07/suprise.html' title='Suprise!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-8600381913353795562</id><published>2009-07-14T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:38:17.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime!</title><content type='html'>I have been having the best summer a girl could ask for!  We've been camping as much as we can, bbqing as much as we can, sitting out by a fire as much as we can, and enjoying everything summer has to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have grown up a little :) the 4th of July has become one of my favorite holidays.  This year we went camping with Lapreal's family who are the greatest people!  It didn't totally feel like the 4th, but that was just because I've never been camping on the 4th.  We still had so much fun of course.  It never fails with Lapreal and her family that we will have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (dad, mom, vauri, owen, and ava) came into town like they do every year.  I had so much fun with them.  I met them a few times for dinner and swimming after work.  I am so lucky to have such a great family and the cutest neices and nephew in the entire world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday my dad wanted to go to the rodeo in Nephi, and Quin actually agreed to it!  It really turned out to be kind of fun.  Some things made me feel not so good, like the bull riding and bucking horse.  I just don't like to think the animals are getting hurt.  The only picture I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Me, Jenny, and Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SlzObV8pjnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4BufkmPxf2g/s1600-h/rodeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SlzObV8pjnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4BufkmPxf2g/s200/rodeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358384625807363698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday Quin and I had my family and his family over for a bbq to get to know each other.  And it was a success!  We had a lot of fun just talking and enjoying each other.  Saturday we went up to bountiful for a bbq at my grandmas.  My mom is so cute and surprised me with towels and place mats and bowls for parties.  I love the colors.  They reminded her of Mexico and that is why she picked them.  It all looks perfect in our house.  And I swear I could do a whole post of funny things Owen said and did!  He is so hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear we are going to either going to get my camera replaced or buy a new one.  I hate not having pictures :(  I can't wait to see what the rest of the summer brings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8600381913353795562?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8600381913353795562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8600381913353795562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8600381913353795562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8600381913353795562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SlzObV8pjnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4BufkmPxf2g/s72-c/rodeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-4023690196709046961</id><published>2009-06-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:23:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabo San Lucas 2009</title><content type='html'>Mexico was amazing to say the least!  And to be there with Quin made it all even better!!  I have so many pictures and that is why I haven't wanted to upload them onto here.  But this first one is the view from our pool.  AMAZING!!  I want to go back so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SjZ1EfyPExI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eecJUa6zJVU/s1600-h/DSCN0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SjZ1EfyPExI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eecJUa6zJVU/s200/DSCN0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590327661171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SjZ08vEYk5I/AAAAAAAAAss/t-Oyv7IZq7c/s1600-h/DSCN0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SjZ08vEYk5I/AAAAAAAAAss/t-Oyv7IZq7c/s200/DSCN0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590194324870034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best week ever!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4023690196709046961?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4023690196709046961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4023690196709046961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4023690196709046961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4023690196709046961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabo-san-lucas-2009.html' title='Cabo San Lucas 2009'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SjZ1EfyPExI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eecJUa6zJVU/s72-c/DSCN0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7305221844667488831</id><published>2009-04-03T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:08:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of my Short Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday party for Bailey who turned 2 and Ave who turned 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love these kids more then anything!  I didn't get a lot of pictures of Ave though... I remember her being held by people I didn't really know... soooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4_UPK0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NJTKJDfQ9W4/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4_UPK0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NJTKJDfQ9W4/s200/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542143923563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in charge of decorating the birthday cake.  This cupcake is HUGE!!  I also decorated those two smaller one.  I am no cake decorated... but for a first time and being rushed I think I did okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4pncwUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/qe9OoVpwSrw/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4pncwUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/qe9OoVpwSrw/s200/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542138098565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a close up view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4VUvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/ET2HyTy2CXI/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4VUvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/ET2HyTy2CXI/s200/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542132651377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bay in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4UEBygI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-MdSSD8LRCU/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4UEBygI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-MdSSD8LRCU/s200/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542132312852994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc38JYDkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/u3zmXaCWs50/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc38JYDkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/u3zmXaCWs50/s200/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542125892832834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off his apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZckAcDCzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/EMZEye2YRTM/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZckAcDCzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/EMZEye2YRTM/s200/Picture+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541783447505714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had frosting up his nose!  It was making me laugh so hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjwQOr2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/w7rhdIAYqf0/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjwQOr2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/w7rhdIAYqf0/s200/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541779102969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjtnP5dI/AAAAAAAAArs/OF7PfUOkM9E/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjtnP5dI/AAAAAAAAArs/OF7PfUOkM9E/s200/Picture+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541778394211794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the same happened to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjdWYpUI/AAAAAAAAArk/g5nZGyWPwOg/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjdWYpUI/AAAAAAAAArk/g5nZGyWPwOg/s200/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541774028514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjGfjNYI/AAAAAAAAArc/z3wpQzyDYKI/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcjGfjNYI/AAAAAAAAArc/z3wpQzyDYKI/s200/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541767892940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She ate all the frosting off and then asked for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcDWkCK6I/AAAAAAAAArU/BSNtpyB4BgA/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcDWkCK6I/AAAAAAAAArU/BSNtpyB4BgA/s200/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541222450899874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing in front of their pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcDJ46bsI/AAAAAAAAArM/2BTIrd2yyNY/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcDJ46bsI/AAAAAAAAArM/2BTIrd2yyNY/s200/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541219048812226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They each pulled a string to begin... I don't know why I didn't get anyone else pulling the string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcC0RlWkI/AAAAAAAAArE/fhYQqAbzSH0/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZcC0RlWkI/AAAAAAAAArE/fhYQqAbzSH0/s200/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541213246708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbosWqnqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YS1qRcfEDAw/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbosWqnqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YS1qRcfEDAw/s200/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540764443942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbodoccNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2SvwnvCIRVA/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbodoccNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2SvwnvCIRVA/s200/Picture+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540760491978962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to zoom into the one I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbnwRq1-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/GQ0SztNXhHA/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbnwRq1-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/GQ0SztNXhHA/s200/Picture+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540748316858338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the girls ready to eat their baby cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbn-XCOKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lw-VXr87y1c/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbn-XCOKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lw-VXr87y1c/s200/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540752097458338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too happy about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbnOtgFDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G3zA0NgT1uA/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbnOtgFDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G3zA0NgT1uA/s200/Picture+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540739306787890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbT33EOXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1u62rw5Ghmo/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbT33EOXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1u62rw5Ghmo/s200/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540406755375474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbTS50SVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/0VkCljq8gSQ/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbTS50SVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/0VkCljq8gSQ/s200/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540396834802002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wasn't so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbTb5nRKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rOdZBjeTlV8/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZbTb5nRKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rOdZBjeTlV8/s200/Picture+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540399249867938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_j9j9gI/AAAAAAAAAps/RdA4TwfSUR4/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_j9j9gI/AAAAAAAAAps/RdA4TwfSUR4/s200/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540057816528386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_byel5I/AAAAAAAAApk/TBMs16FFtHk/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_byel5I/AAAAAAAAApk/TBMs16FFtHk/s200/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540055622555538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VERY SURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_NFtB-I/AAAAAAAAApc/jShhlz3p8aM/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa_NFtB-I/AAAAAAAAApc/jShhlz3p8aM/s200/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540051676661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa-6Q0qVI/AAAAAAAAApU/N2ssW3tFoRU/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZa-6Q0qVI/AAAAAAAAApU/N2ssW3tFoRU/s200/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540046623025490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was it!  That's all I got.  We visited that night with cousins and my aunt and went to sushi, then to Target visited somewhere.  And I left in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7305221844667488831?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7305221844667488831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7305221844667488831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7305221844667488831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7305221844667488831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-day-of-my-short-trip.html' title='2nd Day of my Short Trip'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SdZc4_UPK0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NJTKJDfQ9W4/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-8821711991675969695</id><published>2009-03-16T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:51:38.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of my short trip</title><content type='html'>Our flight left so early Friday morning we were up at like 5!  I am a freak about being on time for a flight especially that early so we hung out for a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GcyMOXKI/AAAAAAAAApE/QBxCpGt8YXs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GcyMOXKI/AAAAAAAAApE/QBxCpGt8YXs/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902808155446434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey loved watching the planes through the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GcpvhtQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6wqkhDxpDeM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GcpvhtQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6wqkhDxpDeM/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902805887595778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute!  And happy for some reason.  It was so early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVoPUjGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wc6vRgUMdsc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVoPUjGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wc6vRgUMdsc/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902685224995938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how tired we all were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVZDSIBI/AAAAAAAAAos/SO5wHmWFIHk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVZDSIBI/AAAAAAAAAos/SO5wHmWFIHk/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902681147973650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sticking their tongues out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVdqkhWI/AAAAAAAAAok/J5qaeB7y4QM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVdqkhWI/AAAAAAAAAok/J5qaeB7y4QM/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902682386498914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVCxKnKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XE6ntSO3Pbw/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GVCxKnKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XE6ntSO3Pbw/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902675166403746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GUvCGbtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KqYatXmKejg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GUvCGbtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KqYatXmKejg/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902669868723922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GELmRIqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A0qMBR0N-uQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GELmRIqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A0qMBR0N-uQ/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902385478836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking from the plane to the terminals.  Long Beach airport is so small you walk out by all the planes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GD7bTHqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A7nCrLA0V88/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GD7bTHqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A7nCrLA0V88/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902381137862306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She knew she looked so cute in these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we met my mom for lunch at Rubios.  Mmmm.  It was Vauri, Jay, Owen, Ava, Jane, Mike, mom, me, Jenny, and Bay.  We sat in the warm sun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDcQ8ASI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IG5Moh3HUIE/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDcQ8ASI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IG5Moh3HUIE/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902372772905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owen sat next to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDUb9c2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/a6VoAWNYP9E/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDUb9c2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/a6VoAWNYP9E/s200/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902370671653730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting to eat.  Saying cheese of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDG8-RXI/AAAAAAAAAns/yeSJAQrVPyI/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GDG8-RXI/AAAAAAAAAns/yeSJAQrVPyI/s200/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902367052023154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And us waiting to eat.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom went back to work and the rest of us went to the aquarium.  As soon as I turned on my camera it came up saying there was a warning the camera batteries were about to die.  :(  I took pictures on Jenny's camera... so I'm waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FwaNxg5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/g0XyDp4hRPI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FwaNxg5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/g0XyDp4hRPI/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902045805249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how big that fish is compared to the people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7Fv0vhThI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nrM-KLRcLug/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7Fv0vhThI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nrM-KLRcLug/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902035746246162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the jelly fish... they are so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FvjmNFRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/z0UQei1b898/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FvjmNFRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/z0UQei1b898/s200/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902031143769362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FuTQz1hI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JKC0Kt8x7eU/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FuTQz1hI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JKC0Kt8x7eU/s200/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313902009579197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FdHyohUI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VvyZwuojz7Q/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FdHyohUI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VvyZwuojz7Q/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901714442061122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen loves the yellow boat.  Well actually all the kids loved it.  They were so cute on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FchXpFyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PpiukhZCPrE/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FchXpFyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PpiukhZCPrE/s200/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901704128304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look even Jenny and Vauri loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FcmqZ8AI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vkERiA7Cnm4/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FcmqZ8AI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vkERiA7Cnm4/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901705549180930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FcfwTe-I/AAAAAAAAAms/DoMlR9poMts/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FcfwTe-I/AAAAAAAAAms/DoMlR9poMts/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901703694875618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the saw nose shark or something... but when it swam it actually moved the saw part back and forth... crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FMPlotOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/f7u2oDVnpxE/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FMPlotOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/f7u2oDVnpxE/s200/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901424477254882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FLeMrA4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/HCOBGquE8oU/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FLeMrA4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/HCOBGquE8oU/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901411219211138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spider crabs... pretty creppy I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FLF86-kI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kNxKinZPuvk/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7FLF86-kI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kNxKinZPuvk/s200/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901404710697538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this was such a pretty exhibit.  I think it is suppose to replica Australia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7E--1I17I/AAAAAAAAAmM/bY2aEoJZlI4/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7E--1I17I/AAAAAAAAAmM/bY2aEoJZlI4/s200/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901196640573362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Bay watching the fishies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the kiddos were so cute!  I hope one of the sisters sends pictures or updates their blogs with the pictures.  That night we went home and ordered pizza and just hung out.  We were so tired from being up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog... the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8821711991675969695?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8821711991675969695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8821711991675969695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8821711991675969695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8821711991675969695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-of-my-short-trip.html' title='First day of my short trip'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sb7GcyMOXKI/AAAAAAAAApE/QBxCpGt8YXs/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7146916720028933792</id><published>2009-03-11T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:21:37.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Found the cord... need to put some pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST: RYAN'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNYuXv6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/A5kI4aw6Grk/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNYuXv6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/A5kI4aw6Grk/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979497784328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot I even had a camera that night until we got to Rob and Kelly's after dinner.  Here was his candle to blow out.  The orange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNXfDkSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iyH515V8aAQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNXfDkSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iyH515V8aAQ/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979497451655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNI5uTBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/thvuID5Dd1g/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNI5uTBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/thvuID5Dd1g/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979493536975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melayne and Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxEGyvR5I/AAAAAAAAAls/o8htgu8tbDI/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxEGyvR5I/AAAAAAAAAls/o8htgu8tbDI/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979338351986578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE this picture!  What is up with Quin's face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT: PARTY AT KELLY ALLRED'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw_lnAUAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/X7Rl4V7c0DI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw_lnAUAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/X7Rl4V7c0DI/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979260724924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lapreal and Natalie.  Natalie was in from Colorado.  I met her over the summer at Lake Powell.  She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw_aKV-yI/AAAAAAAAAlc/GHKaN4e2RjE/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw_aKV-yI/AAAAAAAAAlc/GHKaN4e2RjE/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979257651919650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach always put his foot up for some reason.  So Lapreal was showing him what he looks like I guess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw-9ByoGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/M7pMnnW1Tj4/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw-9ByoGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/M7pMnnW1Tj4/s200/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979249831420002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill and April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw-We4QJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Uynk7YdqBqU/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfw-We4QJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Uynk7YdqBqU/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979239484440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfwv-rn-GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/90VMdS2YADg/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/Sbfwv-rn-GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/90VMdS2YADg/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978992577280098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwvvCoxwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/u1DkN9K0hJc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwvvCoxwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/u1DkN9K0hJc/s200/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978988378834690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwviIcBbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jz7-k-LUlLk/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwviIcBbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jz7-k-LUlLk/s200/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978984913503666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally SCARY!  (of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwvZds2uI/AAAAAAAAAks/yxAo_PgtD2E/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwvZds2uI/AAAAAAAAAks/yxAo_PgtD2E/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978982586768098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man showing off his moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT:  SUGAR BUTT'S 2ND BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwiFP4okI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4qdyRwBZwOU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwiFP4okI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4qdyRwBZwOU/s200/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978753821811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHEEEEEEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwXRtZkeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3o9TzZ93e64/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwXRtZkeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3o9TzZ93e64/s200/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978568188269026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sang to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwNF6AWxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XJ1aFTQkKJ4/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwNF6AWxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XJ1aFTQkKJ4/s200/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978393221225234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how she blows out the candle... like popey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwIrqVv8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tDaAM7Axtb8/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwIrqVv8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tDaAM7Axtb8/s200/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978317456719810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwIBIxqRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4qfdWTPd_pc/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfwIBIxqRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4qfdWTPd_pc/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311978306041653522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is SUPER random... but this is mine and Quin's favorite side dish.  Bakes asparagus.  Just coat with olive oil, salt, and pepper and put in the oven.  After a couple minutes shake the pan to turn the asparagus and when fork tender take out of the oven, sprinkle with parmeson and watch them disapear!  HAHA!  But really they are sooooo good.  We made them valentine's night and haven't been able to get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my picture update finally.  Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7146916720028933792?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7146916720028933792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7146916720028933792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7146916720028933792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7146916720028933792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbfxNYuXv6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/A5kI4aw6Grk/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7473871879471067668</id><published>2009-03-10T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:20:48.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>So I guess this is what makes a good travel agent... we found out the original hotel we were going to stay at in Mexico was not all inclusive anymore so we changed our hotel.  So now we are staying at Hotel Riu Santa Fe.  It is a newer hotel, built in 2007.  From what everyone has said, it sounds like the food is better.  Also we are going to be able to walk down to the beach, with the other hotel we would have to take a water taxi.  Sounds like it is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW_Qtox7I/AAAAAAAAAj8/wOKVdcoLUL8/s1600-h/riu_santa_fe_hotel_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW_Qtox7I/AAAAAAAAAj8/wOKVdcoLUL8/s200/riu_santa_fe_hotel_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669192836564914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the back view of the hotel where the pool is and where you can walk down to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW8-E_AiI/AAAAAAAAAj0/H6eBuEOqPqE/s1600-h/riu+santa+fe+front+from+beach+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW8-E_AiI/AAAAAAAAAj0/H6eBuEOqPqE/s200/riu+santa+fe+front+from+beach+center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669153474478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you can see that every room has either a balcony or a patio. &lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW5j-fMxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kwwnNiy5p1Y/s1600-h/SFE_18D-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW5j-fMxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kwwnNiy5p1Y/s200/SFE_18D-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669094928298770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I think these are so cool and cute.  But they are lounge chairs in the pool!  I have a feeling these will fill up fast and early.  And if you know me, I will probably never get one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW1zLp5RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/mNbJecGcskk/s1600-h/riu+santa+fe+swim+up+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW1zLp5RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/mNbJecGcskk/s200/riu+santa+fe+swim+up+bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669030290580754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there are 3 swim up bars.  here is a view of one.  I've only seen a picture of one... so they might have lied I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbWvwvEr4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/1A5GYrX-ZGg/s1600-h/hotel-riu-santa-fe-en-los-cabos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbWvwvEr4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/1A5GYrX-ZGg/s200/hotel-riu-santa-fe-en-los-cabos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311668926554615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pool (with the lounges in the pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbWqc3LvRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nD8wxRQUnLs/s1600-h/1775300_14_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbWqc3LvRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nD8wxRQUnLs/s200/1775300_14_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311668835320577298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure this is the standard room.  This is the one we got... with two beds... you know... because we're not married ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbV2kBvFuI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DuVib9NYOuk/s1600-h/2532573833_35c505fd6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbV2kBvFuI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DuVib9NYOuk/s200/2532573833_35c505fd6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311667943890687714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the swim up bar.  SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's kind of funny I couldn't find any pictures of the inside of the hotel, I guess people just don't care.  Also there is a "mini" club in the resort that we will get in for free.  As far as I'm concerned I will be just fine staynig at the resort.  There are pictures of the inside of the hotel on the website but you can't copy them.  Also there is the Riu "palace" right next to ours so hopefully these pictures are all of our hotel and not the palace.  I would be jealous!  So we have 57 days until we're there.  I'm just waiting on my passport and we'll be all set.  We started tanning so our Utah summer bodies don't burn into lobsters... like Quin's last year :D  So far Quin, me, Rob, Kelly, Burnie, and Lapreal are booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interesting in joining us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7473871879471067668?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7473871879471067668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7473871879471067668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7473871879471067668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7473871879471067668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-change-of-plans.html' title='A Little Change of Plans'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SbbW_Qtox7I/AAAAAAAAAj8/wOKVdcoLUL8/s72-c/riu_santa_fe_hotel_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-5313781841761287040</id><published>2009-02-23T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:49:57.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico planning party!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI:&lt;/span&gt; I found my camera cable cord thingy this morning!  It was somewhere&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; put it and it's kind of annoying having a bad memory. But since I couldn't find the cord I haven't taken pictures. Which I would have had a ton of great pictures from the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabo Planning Party&lt;/span&gt;! Beer Rob's girlfriend Kelly had everyone over and did a presentation with pictures of the resort and pictures of the last Cabo trip!  I just want to be there NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFeaBJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAik/IjJmb5D_yhc/s1600-h/caboarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFeaBJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAik/IjJmb5D_yhc/s200/caboarch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090805910954514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soooo pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFWvh1-FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YWQYQeQytnc/s1600-h/tesoro_cabos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFWvh1-FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YWQYQeQytnc/s200/tesoro_cabos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090674246252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our resort.  This is the view from the rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFY5dLklI/AAAAAAAAAic/hJkcfjSL-wo/s1600-h/cabos_tesoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFY5dLklI/AAAAAAAAAic/hJkcfjSL-wo/s200/cabos_tesoro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090711270789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll be going May 7th through the 14th!  Prices are kind of set, they have always gone through the same travel agent but Lapreal found all the same stuff for cheaper online.  So we're waiting for all the rest of that to finalize everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-5313781841761287040?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/5313781841761287040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=5313781841761287040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5313781841761287040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5313781841761287040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/02/mexico-planning-party.html' title='Mexico planning party!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SaMFeaBJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAik/IjJmb5D_yhc/s72-c/caboarch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-6858108112236423292</id><published>2009-02-17T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:44:29.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend... Long Kisses...</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time... still no camera cord!  I think someone stole it from work, I asked Quin if he saw it when he was cleaning and he didn't... so I need to go buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went out for Ryan's birthday.  I had to work and Quin didn't but we wanted to get our grocery shopping for the week done that night and get our stuff for Saturday that night as well so we rushed through the grocery store before we had to meet for dinner.  Utah County finally got their own Iggy's.  So we met at 6 and waited outside by the fire for what seemed like forever because it was so cold that night and it started to snow.  We finally got our table for 14.  Poor waiter was probably a return missionary he totally had the look.  Serving 14 people all drinks... he did so good!!  I mean REALLY good considering.  He didn't even look like he wanted to cry!  HAHA!  The food was not good.  Well mine wasn't.  I love coconut shrimp and Iggy's coconut shrimp... these were burnt.  Quin's was good so that's good.  We went to Kelly and Rob's and hung out for  a couple hours.  We sang to Ryan and he had a grapefruit with palm tree things stuck in it and a candle... it was pretty funny!  We had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Quin's parents to pick up our steaks for dinner, they had a golf tournament on and celebrities were playing and I was sucked in, I barely talked.  Quin thought I was annoyed or in a bad mood but I really just liked watching the celebrities play, they were funny!  We went home and watched tv for a little bit and we both took a short nap on the couch.  We had decided a couple weeks ago to make dinner together at home.  We are saving money to go to Mexico, and we didn't really want to have to fight the crowd trying to eat out.  Quin decided to move the BBQer onto the porch because there was so much snow on the back patio and he lit the coals and went to get something inside so the flames started to get really big and I started to get scared that we were going to catch the house on fire!  So Quin shut the lid... I think because he put lighter fluid on the coals when we went to open the lit a big burst of flames came shooting out!  I screamed of course!  It happened like 3 times!!!  Finally we started cooking our steaks.  We had steak, mashed potatoes with chives, shrimp, and I got a new recepie for asparagus.  I cooked it in the oven with olive oil salt and pepper.  It was SOOOOO good.  The best asparagus I've had!  We had candles, it was SOOO cute!  Then we watched a few movies.  It was such an awesome valentines!  I loved having dinner at home with him.  And that was our first time eating at our table HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to his parents for dinner and Monday I had off so I went and hung out with Jenny and Bay!  As soon as I came in Bay was like "room" and pointed upstairs.  So we went up there and she started handing me her toys one by one.  We played around in her room for awhile.  Love that little girl so much!  I needed to run some errands and clean my house so I left pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my taxes done by Quin's great parents Art and kathy!!!!!  Quin thinks I'm getting back enough to go to Mexico and I really hope so!  We are saving so hopefully my May we'll have enough.  Well he has enough already... it's just me :( so we'll have to see!  I really hope we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the great news!  I have lost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 pounds&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  It is a start and I'm hoping there are more lost!  I have been doing this walk and tone work out video.  You just walk in place and do toning stuff for your arms, stomach, and legs.  I've gotten the "walking belt" that steps it up a little more.  It has kept my attention for now, I really hope I don't lose my modivation.  I've been eating better.  I usually have a slim fast for breakfast, healthy snacks through out the day, a good lunch, and a good dinner depending on my mood.  And of course popcorn at night.  I am hoping by May I have lost more to feel a little bit more comfortable laying around in a bathing suit!  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-6858108112236423292?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/6858108112236423292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=6858108112236423292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6858108112236423292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6858108112236423292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-weekend-long-kisses.html' title='Long Weekend... Long Kisses...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-2619444945971316572</id><published>2009-02-11T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:11:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here We Go</title><content type='html'>Still can't find my camera cord thing... Jen thought that all cords were universal so I started asking people and it turns out my manager has a memory card reader.  BAM pictures on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off starting from the first group of pictures... one weekend we went bowling in South Jordan and invited Chris and Jenny.  We actually ended up having a lot of people there.  This is when I was soooo sick but didn't want to lay in bed all weekend so I forced myself to go out... I was on so much medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNI-ImmfJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OyaqpZ47VAI/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNI-ImmfJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OyaqpZ47VAI/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301661418643684498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Quin.  We hung out in the bar attached to it before our group got called to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNI2QH3NsI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JWsp6b-8AZc/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNI2QH3NsI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JWsp6b-8AZc/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301661283223287490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob and Burney enjoying a beverage while playing pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIu76cPLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/EFK_lZQqtms/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIu76cPLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/EFK_lZQqtms/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301661157539200178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIl2M2X1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/1BKzPmpX3Zw/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIl2M2X1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/1BKzPmpX3Zw/s200/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301661001386975058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and Drew... I think they're broken up now.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIUCdggbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HZslFjffK0E/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNIUCdggbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HZslFjffK0E/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660695440425394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So along with Chris and Jenny we got to bowl with Bailey.  There was another couple that brought their son that is a couple months younger then Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNILhfM3hI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dzDiGaV51zc/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNILhfM3hI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dzDiGaV51zc/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660549150203410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you can see how out of it I look... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNICO8aRDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/mzWTcSNcH80/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNICO8aRDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/mzWTcSNcH80/s200/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660389553620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future professional bowler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHmJGg92I/AAAAAAAAAhU/i1ZG_OihG5Y/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHmJGg92I/AAAAAAAAAhU/i1ZG_OihG5Y/s200/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301659906949052258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was bossing us around and telling us to take the game seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHYIPPAmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gTDR0SqzP50/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHYIPPAmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gTDR0SqzP50/s200/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301659666199020130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She must have been fixing a score that got messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHO24JP1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/1sPxd1XEkzg/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNHO24JP1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/1sPxd1XEkzg/s200/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301659506919948114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute... and small HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next up: Superbowl Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had so much fun that day!  Heather planned the party at Rob and Kelly's.  I took my world famous pasta salad that everyone makes me make.  Most of we wanted Arizona to win... we were pretty sad when they didn't.  There were a ton of people over and we had so much good food I couldn't stop eating the whole time.  I think that is the point of Superbowl.  Yummy food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNG8ufl4QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/y_4xrGhaEbU/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNG8ufl4QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/y_4xrGhaEbU/s200/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301659195431837954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have to have the shot of just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNGuzZ088I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TGdL0QT9vYg/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNGuzZ088I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TGdL0QT9vYg/s200/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301658956231668674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Quin before we left to Rob and Kelly's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNGhh4oEwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rW8aS56ur0Q/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNGhh4oEwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rW8aS56ur0Q/s200/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301658728190710530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNFGRXBn1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/IOOQGL995FI/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNFGRXBn1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/IOOQGL995FI/s200/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301657160386715474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lapreal, Kelly, and Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNEwCnSwQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2lJ-itFW4mA/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNEwCnSwQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2lJ-itFW4mA/s200/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301656778471293186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNEmCHE8vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/U3FfVEi2jDA/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNEmCHE8vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/U3FfVEi2jDA/s200/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301656606537478898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan (Heather's husband) Quin, and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After this picture was taken I set my camera down and never picked it up again... sad there could have been such cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNDpr6vGoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SLtYtN2QcZQ/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNDpr6vGoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SLtYtN2QcZQ/s200/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301655569787984514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNDd-U8eZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/CUL_cfGiyzU/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNDd-U8eZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/CUL_cfGiyzU/s200/Picture+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301655368571320722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lapreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try to always remember to take pictures... I am not very good at it.  But I have started getting them printed and started a photo album.  It's so cute I love it!  I look at it all the time.  Hopefully I will find my camera cord thingy... Quin organized the house I mean ORGANIZED every cupboard, drawer, anything he could it took him 4 hours.  So I just need to find where he put it.  No biggie... hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-2619444945971316572?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/2619444945971316572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=2619444945971316572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2619444945971316572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2619444945971316572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-here-we-go.html' title='And Here We Go'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZNI-ImmfJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OyaqpZ47VAI/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3868198669823141479</id><published>2009-02-10T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:31:06.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Picture, 6th file</title><content type='html'>Jenny tagged me to do this.  I am all about it because I want to update this thing but I can't find the cord to my camera... so.... this is my 6th picture in my 6th file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZGbPf12b1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/yz5I00kn3uM/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZGbPf12b1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/yz5I00kn3uM/s200/IMG00078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301188926939492178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quin golfing.  I love this picture, he is so cute!  It was so funny when my parents were in town I showed them the picture and we started talking about how I always took pictures of myself on their camera so they had tons and tons of files of just me :D but Quin had told them he feels like a professional when I go because I'm constantly taking pictures of him and saying "SMILE BABY!"  HAHAHAHAHA!  Can't wait to learn to golf this year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:  Jen, Rachel, and Kristi.  Everyone else I know has been tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3868198669823141479?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3868198669823141479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3868198669823141479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3868198669823141479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3868198669823141479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/02/6th-picture-6th-file.html' title='6th Picture, 6th file'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SZGbPf12b1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/yz5I00kn3uM/s72-c/IMG00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-2258208743981192785</id><published>2009-01-22T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:32:10.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Little Dream of Me</title><content type='html'>I can't get this dream out of my head!  I think it all started from the fact that I have changed my birth control due to my insurance changing and my reg stuff is $60 and I don't want to pay $60 for birth control.  I've been talking to a friend at work about when I first was on it I had gone through like 3 different kinds until I found the one that is $60 because all the other ones made me crazy and I had broken up with my ex boyfriend Doug 4 times trying to get the dose right and I was afraid that changing my birth control this time will make that all happen again.  My mom has always told me that dreams are usually from something you saw or thought of during the day.  ( I think mostly she told me this when I had a bad dream because I always thought it was going to come true) ANYWAY that's why I think I had this dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to California and I realized that while I was in Utah it was just a "visit" and it was a lot shorter then 4 years... like a couple weeks!  Well all the sudden I was hanging out with Doug and we were at a fast food restaurant waiting for our food with his parents.  I looked at his parents and thought "oh no... they hate me!  I have no relationship with these people."  And thought about Quin and his parents and my relationship with Quin's parents and I was so sad.  It turned out that I had cheated on Doug with Quin... but not for as long as I've been with Quin obviously.  I drove in Doug's old '54 Ford and we talked about how much work he has done to it, how much better it sounded.  I told Doug about a car across the street that drove me nuts while I was in Utah... I accidentally told him it was across the street from Quin's house and I was thinking to myself "Oh no he knows that I slept in Quin's bed, he's going to know that I cheated on him with Quin."  And it's funny because there is a car across the street from mine and Quin's house that drive me nuts!  And I just remember missing Quin so much but then why did I miss Quin so much Doug was my boyfriend.  It was such a weird dream!  I kept thinking about Quin's parents whenever I had to be around Doug's and feeling so bad I never thanked them for everything they had given me and Quin... but really they hadn't given me anything and I had never met them.  And I wanted to be able to talk to Doug's family like I was able to talk to Quin's.  The dream has totally freaked me out.  I was telling my friend Jen about it and I'm like what if this is all a dream and I really do live in CA and I'm still dating Doug!  And this is all the twilight zone!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I woke up in my bed in UTAH!  Still dating Quin :D  Oh and I'm so glad I'm not dating Doug anymore... sounds mean but it's true.  I LOVE QUIN  :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-2258208743981192785?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/2258208743981192785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=2258208743981192785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2258208743981192785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2258208743981192785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-little-dream-of-me.html' title='Dream a Little Dream of Me'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-4448159510884541666</id><published>2009-01-20T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:35:37.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>I woke up Thursday morning with Quin's cold... but I had no idea this was far from a little cold!  We went from me taking care of Quin, to Quin taking care of me in a matter of seconds.  I asked for the day off Friday because I knew it was getting bad.  Quin was in the bedroom every 2 hours giving me some sort of medicine since he had the day off Friday too.  I had sinus pressure, a stuffed and running nose, a sore throat, and an ear ache.  We were so sad because Quin had worked so hard all week with his cold and we just wanted to have a fun weekend that was shot!  I took so much nyquil Friday night I passed out and woke up feeling so much better.  I said I didn't want to lay in bed all weekend that I wanted to go bowling like we had been planning all week.  So again Quin was in the bedroom every two hours stuffing medicine down my throat until it was time to leave.  I stuffed my purse full of toilet paper, throat spray, and more sinus medecine.  I felt like I was so out of it all night and I'm sure everyone can agree with that.  I could barely hear because my ear was plugged!  I still had fun and we had a lot of people there.  We went to hooters for dinner, and then bowled the night away.   I am still sick, stayed home yesterday too.  But Quin came home with a miracle drug and I can finally breathe out of me noise for the first time!  My lips were cracking that's how bad it was.   I hope no one else gets this horrible cold/death!  I am so sick of being sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4448159510884541666?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4448159510884541666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4448159510884541666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4448159510884541666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4448159510884541666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of Being Sick'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-7594831069368605928</id><published>2009-01-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:44:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>We had a very fun weekend!  On my way home from our training on Friday and Quin text me that our friends Rob and Kelly wanted to meet up for dinner.  We met at Applebee's and then went to my boss Kelly's house and played pool with her husband Zach all night.  Saturday we laid around the house all day  and then went to dinner.  We wanted to go to Brick Oven which is yummy pizza but there was a huge wait so we went to this cute little Mexican place and then went and saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button or whatever it is called.  That is my very favorite movie right now.  I can't even believe the story line.  Nothing anyone has ever done or thought of.  I loved it so much!  We started our netflix and so after that movie we went home and watched The Pursuit of Happyness and I loved it so much.  I hate depressing movies but the end made it worth it.  I couldn't stop crying and I've been thinking about the movie ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had the privilege of watching my favorite little girl my Sugar Butt!  Ashley was actually at Chris and Jenny's but she didn't want to stay alone and she had a project she was working on.  I got there a little after 10 after stopping to get starbucks for me and Ash that took forever!  Ashley stayed upstairs "working" on her project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuhG-cWzAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/96otb5M4FlM/s1600-h/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuhG-cWzAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/96otb5M4FlM/s200/DSCN0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290499328489999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture so much!  She was saying something about the binky!  I love her outfit and her HUGE slippers that are way too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWug_z-w35I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oFAIjml0eCg/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWug_z-w35I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oFAIjml0eCg/s200/DSCN0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290499205422440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWugbPxgbbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_zcvsftQy-0/s1600-h/DSCN0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWugbPxgbbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_zcvsftQy-0/s200/DSCN0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498577227869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played the drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWugUw9SXaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wFGnGmaapSo/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWugUw9SXaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wFGnGmaapSo/s200/DSCN0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498465876565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rested inbetween activies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuR7Jk_U3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/t5mcM7kpZzM/s1600-h/DSCN0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuR7Jk_U3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/t5mcM7kpZzM/s200/DSCN0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290482632646153074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We talked girl talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRujzP_0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/EW-OOakdF5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRujzP_0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/EW-OOakdF5Y/s200/DSCN0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290482416346988354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRpg73VoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gJsE4uZceLU/s1600-h/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRpg73VoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gJsE4uZceLU/s200/DSCN0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290482329678468738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wanted to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRawZI3BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VFzFKZW187c/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuRawZI3BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VFzFKZW187c/s200/DSCN0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290482076129745938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so obessed with Chris' drum chair... It was up on the fireplace so I'm guessing her parents don't let her sit or play on it... but what are Aunts for if not to break all the rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuQbxE0b2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gzcLjNLnCIE/s1600-h/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuQbxE0b2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gzcLjNLnCIE/s200/DSCN0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290480993981198178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She really did love the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd9d6c085c0968bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd9d6c085c0968bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464064%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44066651088208B49EF538D1F65C58CB94525224.714C1F15FA123B07747B443D092BD199CE3E1B0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd9d6c085c0968bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpnsxW5CHaeUCHppX7rg6x21qwlE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd9d6c085c0968bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464064%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44066651088208B49EF538D1F65C58CB94525224.714C1F15FA123B07747B443D092BD199CE3E1B0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd9d6c085c0968bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpnsxW5CHaeUCHppX7rg6x21qwlE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a little video of her watching TV and playing the drums.  I thought it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell I let her hang out in her PJ's all day.  I fed her a cheeseburger for lunch and didn't clean her face up very much.  It was meant to be just a day of no rules and laying around.  I think I did a good job.  HAHA I did actually think about changing her into a normal outfit but I honestly couldn't tell what was clean or dirty what would fit and what wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so  funny we were sitting at the dinning room table playing and Chris does this trick with a cork where he'll drop it and make it land on one side.  Well I was doing that while she played and it landed on one side and she started clapping and saying "YEAH!!!!"  and everytime I did she would clap and say "YEAH!"  Chris must have shown her or something but it was so cute!!  I love that little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7594831069368605928?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd9d6c085c0968bd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7594831069368605928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7594831069368605928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7594831069368605928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7594831069368605928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWuhG-cWzAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/96otb5M4FlM/s72-c/DSCN0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-626065110529653885</id><published>2009-01-08T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:04:23.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, New Year's Eve, and on</title><content type='html'>My camera didn't come with a memory card so I had to keep deleting pictures until I got a memory card.  So Christmas, and New Years I don't have a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJ8mu8btI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PTDUE-MsRog/s1600-h/DSCN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJ8mu8btI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PTDUE-MsRog/s200/DSCN0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996117931650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Bailey opening the present.  She is so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZKobwnXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4ehv9QUMxn0/s1600-h/DSCN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZKobwnXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4ehv9QUMxn0/s200/DSCN0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996870900112930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the prettiest necklace I have ever gotten!!  This picture doesn't even do it justice, it is so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJocnwfxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PVSX4u5GPIo/s1600-h/DSCN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJocnwfxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PVSX4u5GPIo/s200/DSCN0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288995771619770130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sista sista on New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJMBG6sDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sKeJLV1CVZc/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJMBG6sDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sKeJLV1CVZc/s200/DSCN0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288995283197931570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Quin.  I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJG_G3PdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sDo6xBvTlvo/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJG_G3PdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sDo6xBvTlvo/s200/DSCN0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288995196761488850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay (Steve's GF), Lapreal, me, Jenny, and Kalli (Chavis' GF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small party at our house the night of the UofU game.  Me, Quin, Rob, Lapreal, Burney, and Shaun showed up after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZI6saJ8WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LiE2jAtbi34/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZI6saJ8WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LiE2jAtbi34/s200/DSCN0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994985583702370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lapreal CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZIi41tXSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LL9pubBDaHo/s1600-h/DSCN0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZIi41tXSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LL9pubBDaHo/s200/DSCN0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994576603634978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played poker, and I've never really played except for with Mom and Dad beach camping and we played all different types.  It was actually really fun, and I started catching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZInJo1NaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zLXs4iP1T3I/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZInJo1NaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zLXs4iP1T3I/s200/DSCN0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994649832502690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burney won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZIaxCGySI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_qHBIfhKhKE/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZIaxCGySI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_qHBIfhKhKE/s200/DSCN0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994437069195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the games Quin wanted to dance!  HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZILUu1HrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VLBFsw0OC3c/s1600-h/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZILUu1HrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VLBFsw0OC3c/s200/DSCN0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994171774115506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he thinks he's a gangsta... I mean he IS a gangsta so he is rapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my mom's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50th&lt;/span&gt; birthday but she had to work, so Sunday we went to Jenny's and had enchiladas, and tamales and celebrated her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZH9BmzQhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eJXho9PEOtQ/s1600-h/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZH9BmzQhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eJXho9PEOtQ/s200/DSCN0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993926121996818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey got this 4 wheeler for Christmas and she was showing me her skills on it.  She's so excited oh and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHvodZz-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gNfkqFrzPhA/s1600-h/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHvodZz-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gNfkqFrzPhA/s200/DSCN0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993696033394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to color so we went and found her crayons and coloring books on Mommy and Daddy's bed and colored away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHi5FOn7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M10CvJvH9rQ/s1600-h/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHi5FOn7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M10CvJvH9rQ/s200/DSCN0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993477157101490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in charge of making the Mexican rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHVZiK6MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0Vb_An8QTXk/s1600-h/DSCN0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHVZiK6MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0Vb_An8QTXk/s200/DSCN0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993245350258882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Bailey was in charge of eating all the olives :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHQUaR2dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VBzS3N4Qsyc/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHQUaR2dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VBzS3N4Qsyc/s200/DSCN0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993158075636178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey left for a little bit and we found her in the tub coloring.  The crayons are meant for coloring in the tub so it washing off thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHLRLA24I/AAAAAAAAAa4/9w6W2O1YHRQ/s1600-h/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHLRLA24I/AAAAAAAAAa4/9w6W2O1YHRQ/s200/DSCN0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993071306955650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom's birthday cake.  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHHP9b0NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/L9vaDZvbYqA/s1600-h/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHHP9b0NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/L9vaDZvbYqA/s200/DSCN0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993002262089938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we sang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHBJdihbI/AAAAAAAAAao/XknnMVpsN1s/s1600-h/DSCN0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZHBJdihbI/AAAAAAAAAao/XknnMVpsN1s/s200/DSCN0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992897438483890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Bailey colored some more!  I love her dirty face.  She is my very favorite ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my camera so much I am so glad to have one again and be able to have tons of fun pictures.  I got two picture albums from the exchange on Christmas eve, so I am going to start printing these off and keeping them.  Thank you Susan, you are the best!  Oh and Lapreal for giving me a memory card for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-626065110529653885?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/626065110529653885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=626065110529653885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/626065110529653885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/626065110529653885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-new-years-eve-and-on.html' title='Christmas, New Year&apos;s Eve, and on'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SWZJ8mu8btI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PTDUE-MsRog/s72-c/DSCN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7064075019250779311</id><published>2008-12-29T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:09:14.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>**This is super long**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was absolutely so amazing!!!!!!!  Quin had been debating about us going our separate ways Christmas Eve because of his situation in being an only child and my aunt really counts on us girls going to her Christmas Eve party.  Quin's mom had told him to just go with me but then called him and said she really wants him to go home but doesn't want me to feel bad.  So he was back and forth until the very last second.  He decided to go with me!  I felt bad for his parents but one year I thought would be okay.  Next year he can stay with them.  Susan's party was so much fun!  Susan ruined one of my presents... well Jenny started it, Susan recovered it, and then Susan just blurted it out.  She is so funny!  We ate amazing food and my favorite rum cake that I've loved since I was little!  Then we did an exchange where you steal the presents.  It was so fun seeing the Timm side of the family I hadn't seen them for years!  After everyone left we decided that since I was going to be with Quin's family and wouldn't see them that they should open my gifts to them and I should open my gifts from them.  I got money from my mama, beautiful champagne glasses that are on this holder... I'll have to take a pic I can't explain it, and a digital camera so I can finally take pictures!!!!  It was so much fun I love them so much!  When we got back we opened our Christmas eve presents which are always PJ's!  My mom and dad had sent some for Quin and I, and I had already bought some for us.  So we have two sets now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning at home I opened the presents from my family in California and got money, a scarf that I am so in love with, and a gift card from my sister Vauri that I'm excited about it because Quin's never been to California Pizza Kitchen... Thanks Vauri and Jay!!!  So we got ready and headed over to Quin's parents in a freaking snow storm it was kind of scary but Quin drives good in it so I was okay.  We talked a little and Quin and I had left over pizza and we started the gifts...  Quin got me a diamond heart necklace that is so beatiful I haven't taken it off, puma shoes, a knife that is so awesome, and a cocoa maker.  I got him a bunch of different shirts, Bronco stuff, Step Brothers dvd and tools.  Quin's parents got me awesome slippers, soft pj's, a set of bath washes, and the most amazing robe!  I can't remember what they got Quin except for a  freaking nice driver... I really can't remember.  So they told Quin to sit on the couch next to me they had one more gift..  they had six presents, three different sizes.  So they said okay you each open this size presents first... we opened it and there was a paper that said "I hope you're thankful this Christmas"  so they handed each of us another present and there was another paper and it said "are you freaking out yet?  What could be so big that Santa couldn't have left under the tree?"  They handed us each another present, we opened it and the paper said "We love you!  Now close your eyes and wait for the suprise Merry Christmas!!!"  So his dad is dragging some present in and his mom says "can it fit around the tree?"  and they said okay now open your eyes!  And there was a HUGE present HUGE!  So we each got on one side and started opening it and we both stop... It said Plasma... It is a 42 in plasma TV!!!!!!!!!!  We were freaking out... A TV?!  There is no way... so we're hugging and laughing and taking pictures then his mom hands us a piece of paper and they had gotten us 2 months free for net flix... Then we're hugging more and opening the box and hugging.  Well Quin had bought a car from them and was making payments and still had about $800 left and his mom said oh and we've paid off your car!!!!  We were freaking out!  We didn't think they were going to stop giving.  It was such a fun Christmas... we now understood why they were so excited for Christmas!  So they came over the next day to set up the TV and it is so gorgeous!  Football is absolutley amazing!  Everything is amazing... the picture is so crisp and we don't even have the HD set up yet.  We're doing that today!  But even if we hadn't gotten amazing gifts we had such a great Christmas Eve and Christmas and have so many people that love us!  Our first Christmas together is definantly one we won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little sad since Christmas is over I think just because I was so excited for our first Christmas and anticipating it so much that now that it's over I have a feeling of there is nothing to look forward to.  I just keep reminding myself that everyday is something to lookg forward to.. I am so happy and with the love of my life :D  So cheesy I know!   So New Year's eve is coming and I know we're going to have a blast!  And the next post I will have pictures from my new cute camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for all the amazing gifts we appreciate everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7064075019250779311?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7064075019250779311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7064075019250779311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7064075019250779311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7064075019250779311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-8993494735321307527</id><published>2008-12-08T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:07:26.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/ST2TW7e22oI/AAAAAAAAAag/yRyWKQcX8To/s1600-h/IMG00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/ST2TW7e22oI/AAAAAAAAAag/yRyWKQcX8To/s200/IMG00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277536360481610370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quin's Parents bought a new Christmas tree so they gave us their old one.  I really wanted a real one, but started thinking of the hassle of it all and decided to take a free one.  It's really skinny, but it's perfect because our living room is so small.  I only had 4 ornaments, a moose I bought in yellow stone, and three silver ornaments I think Susan gave to me one year probably as a stocking stuffer and I actually really love them.  Since I took this picture Quin's parents gave us a bunch so our tree looks more finished.  She is going to make some bows for us and we'll put those up too.  One night we were at Wal Mart buying a dart board and we bought two of those net lights to put over bushes and we put those up outside.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/ST2TOfzX8aI/AAAAAAAAAaY/P2w9A-GeOCY/s1600-h/IMG00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/ST2TOfzX8aI/AAAAAAAAAaY/P2w9A-GeOCY/s200/IMG00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277536215612518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My work did a come and see Santa day.  I met Chris and Jenny with Bay to see Santa.  Her little outfit is so cute!  Jenny had these boots on her, and one of them was too big because she has a fat foot :) so she was cracking me up when she was running and walking!  She didn't like Santa too much so Chris and Jenny both had to sit on Santa's lap so they could get a picture.  She was so precious the whole time though.  I love her so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8993494735321307527?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8993494735321307527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8993494735321307527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8993494735321307527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8993494735321307527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/ST2TW7e22oI/AAAAAAAAAag/yRyWKQcX8To/s72-c/IMG00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3970675807406573961</id><published>2008-11-24T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:03:24.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quin's Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>It's actually Quin's birthday today!  I threw him a birthday party Saturday.  We had so much fun!  He turned 33.  We had everyone over at our house... so if you haven't seen my house you can kind see parts of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3zyLAjOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IJyKmVZYzh8/s1600-h/1122082144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3zyLAjOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IJyKmVZYzh8/s200/1122082144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298782803922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quin hates cake so I got him an ice cream cake that he loooooves!  And if you can see if the back I ordered Denver Bronco (his favorite team) balloons that he loved so much.  They're still up at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3wX4krmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8M5KRkJ9sic/s1600-h/cid_124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3wX4krmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8M5KRkJ9sic/s200/cid_124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298724207668834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer Rob got him a Denver Bronco hard hat for work you can kind of see.  Beer Rob's girlfriend Kelly had this shirt made for him.  It was so awesome!  It's his 7th grade picture!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3o58glZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wGnoirHphiE/s1600-h/cid_205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3o58glZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wGnoirHphiE/s200/cid_205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298595912029586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to pose in the hard hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3lliVmoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/U2xiB_PXtOA/s1600-h/IMG00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3lliVmoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/U2xiB_PXtOA/s200/IMG00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298538893941378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Friday night we went to dinner with friends and then hung out at a friends house.  Well I promised Shaun a mullet.  He's been growing his hair out and has to cut it off for basketball coming up.  He wouldn't leave me alone.  But I didn't end up cutting it.  I was afraid to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3eodDAoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/w2zd0xyvs_U/s1600-h/IMG00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3eodDAoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/w2zd0xyvs_U/s200/IMG00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298419417973378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the finish product.  HAHA it was sooooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3NRB_5LI/AAAAAAAAAZA/z9sXk5pOEwI/s1600-h/cid_309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3NRB_5LI/AAAAAAAAAZA/z9sXk5pOEwI/s200/cid_309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298121072731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melayne, Burney, and Kelly.  Burney wore that sailor costume in Lake Powell while he would be driving his boat around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3KQkCTII/AAAAAAAAAY4/cWCN1GR30hE/s1600-h/cid_311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3KQkCTII/AAAAAAAAAY4/cWCN1GR30hE/s200/cid_311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298069407452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burney, Lapreal, and Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3GvFzoyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HPIsK10HfYE/s1600-h/cid_729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3GvFzoyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HPIsK10HfYE/s200/cid_729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272298008882684706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know... they're bringing back the look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr2Mz2IN4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IALNTXUb8V8/s1600-h/cid_493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr2Mz2IN4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IALNTXUb8V8/s200/cid_493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272297013726689154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lapreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr1vULGaSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ddFjVzy_w8s/s1600-h/IMG00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr1vULGaSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ddFjVzy_w8s/s200/IMG00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272296507008510242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture!  That is Shelby, it's really Beer Rob's dog but we take care of it.  Well Quin does.  They are so cute.  Beer Rob and Quin fight almost every week about who loves Shelby more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Quin said this was his best birthday!  I wish we had more pictures.  We had a lot of fun, and a lot of great food!  :)  The house was decorated cute too.  Lapreal came over early and helped me decorate while Quin and Burney watched the UofU vs BYU game.  Which by the way was an awesome game!  Go UTAH!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3970675807406573961?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3970675807406573961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3970675807406573961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3970675807406573961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3970675807406573961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/11/quins-birthday.html' title='Quin&apos;s Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SSr3zyLAjOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IJyKmVZYzh8/s72-c/1122082144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-895631814107248564</id><published>2008-10-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:57:27.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 38, 76); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;No one tagged me for this I know that's the rule, I was bored and found this... so I'm filling it out tagged or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you date someone from your high school&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did.  But in high school I only met him the last week of our senior year and met him again like a year after we graduated at a party and dated for 3 years!  That was Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of car did you drive&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A blue 1992 (I think) Honda Civic.  I loved that car and we had a lot of fun in it.  I got my license before most of my friends so I was always driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your most embarrassing moment in high school&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can think of is when we were at lunch sitting with a bunch of people under the walk way and a bird shit on my arm after it had dogged 3 people to get to me.  In high school I probably really had a bunch of embarrassing moments but now looking back they weren't so bad.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you a party animal&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say party ANIMAL... I did start going to parties and things in high school with "the dirty boys" but I wasn't crazy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you considered a flirt&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not... at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you in band, orchestra, or choir&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you a nerd&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No way!  We were the coolest HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you on any varsity teams&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I think just JV for cheer.  But maybe not even that.  I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get suspended/expelled&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I got detention a lot but I never did it.  Once for like 5 minutes... I don't know how I always got out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you still sing the fight song&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No never knew it... I think my mom does???  She went to the same high school CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who were your favorite teachers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;All the hot ones of course!!  Mr. Link, Mr. Dykes, and my most favorite history teacher I can't remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you sit during lunch&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I rarely stayed for lunch... we would sit out on the grass or we'd go out for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School Mascot&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Westminster Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you go to homecoming and with who&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could go back and do it again, would you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;For sure.  We had soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you remember most about graduation&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I was excited we got to sit next to whoever we wanted we had so many people in our group, and standing around on the tennis courts in the hot forever waiting for it to begin and then walking down with Jasmine with our arms around each other... no one got a good picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you go senior skip day&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was senior ditch day but the "real" day I remember sitting at Jill's house for some reason... I'm sure we went to lunch that's what we always did when we ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you gained weight since then&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your prom date&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to prom and I actually don't regret it... kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure... I actually just talked about it with Quin's friend and he said I should go for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking back, what advice would you give yourself&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I have two... Pay attention and try your hardest!  My biggest regret is not caring, I wish so bad I would have done great and gone off to a good college and all that.  And don't be so insecure.  I had great friends, people liked me.  But high school is such a hard time I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-895631814107248564?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/895631814107248564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=895631814107248564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/895631814107248564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/895631814107248564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-7577720590265610219</id><published>2008-10-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:32:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPO8B1p9N2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/bAgBTAqt50c/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPO8B1p9N2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/bAgBTAqt50c/s200/fall-leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256751929840449378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's fall and I love fall, but it is so cold I can't stand it!  Saturday night Quin and I were walking out of the movies and it was snowing.  Sunday we woke up and it was snowing.  It felt more like winter time.  I hate the snow.  I started my car 10 minutes before I left because there was a ton of frost on my car.  I love how cozy fall and winter is and the holidays but that's as far as it goes.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw Eagle Eye and we loved it.  We went home and watched the Happening which we both agreed was one of the worst movies we have ever seen.  HORRIBLE!  And bad/cheesy acting.  Mark Whalberg was horrible.   Friday night I worked until about 815 went home and I watched sex and the city in bed and cried the whole time haha!  I loved that movie.  I wish wish wish I would have moved to New York.  I love my life now but I will always wish I was a New Yorker until I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7577720590265610219?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7577720590265610219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7577720590265610219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7577720590265610219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7577720590265610219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPO8B1p9N2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/bAgBTAqt50c/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3132641591316728783</id><published>2008-10-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:25:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Older and... Wiser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPdc2O-ATvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jCdwoOlrkKg/s1600-h/120705863_a9e000f2f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPdc2O-ATvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jCdwoOlrkKg/s200/120705863_a9e000f2f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257773176779198194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was Tuesday... I am 25!  It's so weird how old I am.  Awhile back I got an e-mail from my oldest best friend Jasmine and she was saying how weird it is that we are going to be 25 and remembering when we were turning 18 and how old it would be when we were 25.  We always celebrated out birthdays together.  It's just crazy!!  A lot of people at work didn't believe I was turning 25 and one guy asked to see my license and check my birth date.  The majority thought I was turning 23 which is nice to hear.  So last weekend we went to the cabin and had fun!  I got a candle from a friend of a friend and it's so nice because I had only met her once, I got some lotion and spray from Aubry and Lapreal which is my very favorite scent, and from Melaine and Kelly I got a sentsy that is like a night light you just plug it into the wall.  I love it so much!  My friend Amanda took me to victoria's secret and bought me lotions and spray.  Lindsay sent me an edible arrangement Quin and I have been snacking on ever since, we love it!  The best thing that made my day was I went to the kitchen when I woke up and Quin had written on a paper plate "Happy Birthday Baby I Love You!" and stuck it to the fridge.  I just thought it was so cute!!!!  He's taking me out friday for my birthday because of his crazy work schedule.  So I'm 25 now and I'll be 30 before I know it... so weird!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes and presents you guys are the best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3132641591316728783?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3132641591316728783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3132641591316728783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3132641591316728783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3132641591316728783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-older-and-wiser.html' title='One Year Older and... Wiser?'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SPdc2O-ATvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jCdwoOlrkKg/s72-c/120705863_a9e000f2f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-1370747052041035195</id><published>2008-10-03T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:48:13.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Celebrate!!!!!  For Two Reasons...</title><content type='html'>I got the best call yesterday morning.  Since I've lived in this house there has been a roommate.  He is 31ish and a complete idiot.  I could have the longest list of stupid things he has done.  Including wrapping a burrito up in tin foil, putting in the microwave and walking away.  He's disrespectful, inconsiderate, no common sense fool!  hehe.  So yesterday after about an hour of being at work I got a call... "we don't have a roommate anymore!  He can't pay rent this month and Rob is sick of it and he has to be out by tomorrow!"  We are so excited!!!!!!!  I could still go on forever about how stupid he is even now... he hasn't moved one thing out and he needs to be out by today, but went to the bar all night last night.  He's such an idiot!  We're so excited to make it all ours.  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're heading up the canyon for my birthday party at Melaines cabin.  We're going to have a blast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-1370747052041035195?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/1370747052041035195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=1370747052041035195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1370747052041035195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1370747052041035195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-time-to-celebrate-for-two-reasons.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Celebrate!!!!!  For Two Reasons...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-2561979647220259002</id><published>2008-09-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:49:46.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Someone Sent me Photos!  **WARNING** some might not approve of these...</title><content type='html'>Finally someone decided they wanted me to have pictures of things we do!  So I have a few from the bow hunt and then just from the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfXPPr2vXI/AAAAAAAAATY/7r6oyQiHMVc/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+deer+hunt-august+2008+002%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfXPPr2vXI/AAAAAAAAATY/7r6oyQiHMVc/s200/Copy+%282%29+of+deer+hunt-august+2008+002%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248900547632086386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we camped and a couple of the guys we camped with... blogger is stupid and wouldn't let me upload another group shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWmGU2rAI/AAAAAAAAASw/xyqJ1M136kA/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+003%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWmGU2rAI/AAAAAAAAASw/xyqJ1M136kA/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+003%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899840745057282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Quin.  I thought he looked so cute... but don't worry about what he's holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWhk2LdSI/AAAAAAAAASo/HL8EqlvjRQo/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+004%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWhk2LdSI/AAAAAAAAASo/HL8EqlvjRQo/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+004%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899763038549282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the three kids that were at our camp... Future hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWbjAPt1I/AAAAAAAAASg/nncjkhOfAhU/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+006%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWbjAPt1I/AAAAAAAAASg/nncjkhOfAhU/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+006%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899659464685394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Quiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWVZzWwtI/AAAAAAAAASY/U8na9iJOHm8/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+008%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWVZzWwtI/AAAAAAAAASY/U8na9iJOHm8/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+008%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899553915486930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A smaller group shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWSYXf-cI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mHJc7CgJD8Y/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+010%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWSYXf-cI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mHJc7CgJD8Y/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+010%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899501990607298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWPEKitNI/AAAAAAAAASI/OAvaRpah9TA/s1600-h/deer+hunt-august+2008+014%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfWPEKitNI/AAAAAAAAASI/OAvaRpah9TA/s200/deer+hunt-august+2008+014%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899445027943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Burney to the right... my favorite!  He is soooooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And these pictures are a few from Friday and Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfV3vx3ERI/AAAAAAAAASA/KqcyktywDng/s1600-h/DSCI0005%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfV3vx3ERI/AAAAAAAAASA/KqcyktywDng/s200/DSCI0005%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248899044418720018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew and Sarah.  Sarah is actually the one that finally sent me pictures.  So I had to add her on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVzaEVolI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Nt_ojzH_aQo/s1600-h/DSCI0011%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVzaEVolI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Nt_ojzH_aQo/s200/DSCI0011%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898969871163986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little boy is SOOOO cute!  His name is Jackson and we've gone camping with his parents a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVs22-5WI/AAAAAAAAARw/6BPZMjsabSE/s1600-h/DSCI0013%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVs22-5WI/AAAAAAAAARw/6BPZMjsabSE/s200/DSCI0013%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898857340691810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Quin, and Beer Rob's girlfriend Kelly.  Not the same Kelly I work with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVo9QdWiI/AAAAAAAAARo/fSGMnGnUbI0/s1600-h/DSCI0014%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVo9QdWiI/AAAAAAAAARo/fSGMnGnUbI0/s200/DSCI0014%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898790338681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this one was funny!  The smoke from the fire got in our eyes!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVkcAFHiI/AAAAAAAAARg/WWSxcn2Wqz4/s1600-h/DSCI0016%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVkcAFHiI/AAAAAAAAARg/WWSxcn2Wqz4/s200/DSCI0016%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898712692137506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer Rob and Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVZITOskI/AAAAAAAAARY/rT6LVGxTrbA/s1600-h/DSCI0017%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfVZITOskI/AAAAAAAAARY/rT6LVGxTrbA/s200/DSCI0017%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898518425186882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dean on the left... Jackson's dad.  He had a few things from his childhood when he loved the Broncos and now he hates them so he gave this stuff to Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it.  I just wanted to share the new pictures I got.  Hope you enjoyed them HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-2561979647220259002?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/2561979647220259002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=2561979647220259002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2561979647220259002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2561979647220259002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-someone-sent-me-photos-warning.html' title='Finally Someone Sent me Photos!  **WARNING** some might not approve of these...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SNfXPPr2vXI/AAAAAAAAATY/7r6oyQiHMVc/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+deer+hunt-august+2008+002%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7484464412288782755</id><published>2008-08-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:19:53.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**UPDATE**</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun in California!  We went to Disneyland Friday, had Owen's birthday party Saturday and hung out with family all night, and watched the olympics Sunday and then home again!  I miss them and can't wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is officially a college student.  CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!  I'm so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7484464412288782755?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7484464412288782755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7484464412288782755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7484464412288782755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7484464412288782755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='**UPDATE**'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-4707346363999131854</id><published>2008-08-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:06:46.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been BUSY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have been doing so much I can't keep up!  I'm going to start from the things we've most recently done and back... I don't know why.  We just got back from the opening of hunting season or bow season.  Either way they were hunting.  Most of Quin's closest guy friends bow hunt and that started last weekend.  So we went up into these beautiful mountains to kill things :) I had more fun then I ever thought I would on a hunting trip.  Quin and I were the only ones that tented it which was sad!  We stayed up all night and I found out that the hunters were waking up at 5:30 AM!  It was probably 2 maybe 230... crazy guys.  The days consisted of sitting around camp talking and having drinks.  There were quite a few that stayed back and every once in awhile a group of camo dressed friends would come back and leave again.  It was so much fun!!!  No one got anything but we ate poor bambi that someone caught the year before.  Bambi tasted good haha :)  Quin is going this weekend while I'm home in California.  Last weekend our air mattress got a leak Saturday or Friday maybe.  So by Sunday morning the mattress was flat and I didn't sleep Saturday night because I was so sick so I was ready to go home and then to take a weekend break from it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a little planter thing over to Quin's that I bought YEARS ago and never used.  I love it, I think it's so cute and so me.  Well I didn't have anywhere to put it so I just set it on the kitchen table... I came home one day and Quin had bought a plant/flowers for it.  I thanked him for getting the corn I asked and commented on how cute the plant was and he was like "well yeah I bought it for you!"  Soooo cute!  And I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKst04WBy1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZYXWqU4JvAI/s1600-h/flowers2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKst04WBy1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZYXWqU4JvAI/s200/flowers2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329378249558866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's still growing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstwaVynuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/29zAKiCPG1A/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstwaVynuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/29zAKiCPG1A/s200/flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329301476024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went with the girls to one of our friends cabin up in Payson.  It was a girl night/ baby shower for one of our friends who's finally having a girl!  It was soooo much fun!  I got closer to Quin's girlfriends and partied all night!  It's good to get away from the boys every once in awhile.  Unfortunately I don't have pictures from that because my phone didn't have service so I left it in the car.  I saw that there were cute pictures taken but not sent to me.  No one ever sends me pictures!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke between of few people and me is that Quin has a BBQ every Friday, or Saturday if something else is going on.  This was at one of his BBQ's one weekend.  Whenever my hair is down I always pretend I have a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstoRBVVhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K-nW2OzK6Fk/s1600-h/IMG00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstoRBVVhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K-nW2OzK6Fk/s200/IMG00111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329161535346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rob, I have a mustache (obviously) and he has hair!  He has no hair and thought it was so funny to stuff his hat!  I love this guy, he owns Quin's house and works with Quin and is Quin's best friend.  He is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstkky6O0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/aOXKO7PKqEI/s1600-h/IMG00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstkky6O0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/aOXKO7PKqEI/s200/IMG00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329098124081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time he wanted a mustache!  He's much better at pretending he has a mustache!!!!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstfzO7KWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OQ2nqbv9src/s1600-h/IMG00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstfzO7KWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OQ2nqbv9src/s200/IMG00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236329016100333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the DB's on our way to Crue Fest!  We had SOOOOOOOO much fun!  We saw trapt, sixx alarm, papa roach, buck cherry, and motley crue.  I didn't know one motley crue song but I loved the other bands and I haven't stopped listening to Trapt since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstbzktIsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ghU_jtlzmRw/s1600-h/IMG00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKstbzktIsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ghU_jtlzmRw/s200/IMG00107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328947472212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quin would kill me for this one... I thought this was so cute/funny!  First of all because this isn't even his dog it's his roommates!  I guess he loves it still though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKss-NMQSQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yYPnxIkX1b8/s1600-h/IMG00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKss-NMQSQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yYPnxIkX1b8/s200/IMG00105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328438952904962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a birthday party for Rob (above) at Lapreals house and her card said something about wearing pig tails and it was a picture of a girl with red hair wearing pig tails.  Well before he came over she showed me and I just HAD to put the wig on of course!  Pretty sexy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much all caught up!  I have so much fun with Quin and his friends.  I love every one of them!  Now I'm off to California for Owen's birthday!  CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4707346363999131854?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4707346363999131854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4707346363999131854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4707346363999131854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4707346363999131854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-been-busy.html' title='We&apos;ve been BUSY!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SKst04WBy1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZYXWqU4JvAI/s72-c/flowers2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-84026714856886211</id><published>2008-08-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:46:42.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Since the Beginning</title><content type='html'>My older sister Jenny has been my very best friend since day one.  She's been with me through everything I've ever had to deal with growing up.  And it's true even with our relationship that the hard parts are what have always brought up closer together.  I am so lucky to have grown up with such an amazing person leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt has been cleaning her garage out and she sent us these pictures of us from soooo long ago.  I started laughing so hard when I opened them.  I kind of remember this, I swear it hadn't snowed as bad as this here as it did last year.  But we had so much fun, if only we loved the snow now like we did then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTkoFqIOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nIUK6Ckk4eo/s1600-h/jen+and+lisa+1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTkoFqIOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nIUK6Ckk4eo/s200/jen+and+lisa+1%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231445068357443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny's Turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTejdy7pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Cgkm44JJTe8/s1600-h/lisa1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTejdy7pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Cgkm44JJTe8/s200/lisa1%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231444964037291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like I jumped into the snow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTZvxSPlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tzOp7ipgOsE/s1600-h/lisa2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTZvxSPlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tzOp7ipgOsE/s200/lisa2%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231444881440915026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA What a goofy little outfit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to these cute little girls?  Time sure does fly by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-84026714856886211?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/84026714856886211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=84026714856886211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/84026714856886211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/84026714856886211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-friends-since-beginning.html' title='Best Friends Since the Beginning'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SJnTkoFqIOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nIUK6Ckk4eo/s72-c/jen+and+lisa+1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3046585443891283679</id><published>2008-07-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:41:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout Out...</title><content type='html'>To my nieces and nephew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am so in love with my nieces and nephew, I am so lucky to be a part of their lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UJy4NZZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dohJHp-s864/s1600-h/0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UJy4NZZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dohJHp-s864/s200/0709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490219653522834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Owen was the reason I even wanted to have kids.  As soon as I met him I fell in love and decided because of how awesome he was I finally wanted kids one day!  He has the best personality and it always making everyone laugh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UG4I6A_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0Gj_O6UhuOQ/s1600-h/0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UG4I6A_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0Gj_O6UhuOQ/s200/0811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490169526125554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so lucky to be able to see Bailey whenever I want!  I loved seeing Jenny grow and could not wait to see what Bailey would look like.  I lived with Jenny when Bailey was born and it was amazing seeing Bailey grow to what she is now!  She puts a smile on my face whenever I think about her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UC-B_TwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6i5zAWInAfU/s1600-h/DSC_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UC-B_TwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6i5zAWInAfU/s200/DSC_1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490102388248322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ava is so beautiful and I love her chunky legs!  She's about the age Owen was when I fell in love with him.  I'm so glad I finally got to meet her.  She is so much fun and soooo cute and I got to cuddle up to her the night before they left while she was sleeping :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9T_HVuMFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ysxMDzeJaw8/s1600-h/QuinAvaMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9T_HVuMFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ysxMDzeJaw8/s200/QuinAvaMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490036167454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Quin hanging out with cute Ava.  I love that she just wants to sit and hang out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three cutest kids in the world got their pictures taken together while my family was here in Utah.  They are so cute!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9T2SHY4vI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1cadbxBUDb4/s1600-h/7aa3a4be-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9T2SHY4vI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1cadbxBUDb4/s200/7aa3a4be-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228489884441305842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9Tzv_GLNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q8lpN2kv13U/s1600-h/7ac7595f-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9Tzv_GLNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q8lpN2kv13U/s200/7ac7595f-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228489840919981266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9TvlI0chI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pVAXINqxpg4/s1600-h/984f9f1e-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9TvlI0chI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pVAXINqxpg4/s200/984f9f1e-4ea8-11dd-854a-0015175a4d14w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228489769288495634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You couldn't ask for better nieces and a nephew.  I love them so much and love every second I can spend with them.  If I were to never have kids of my own I am glad at least I have these little cuties in my life!  Hope there's more to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3046585443891283679?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3046585443891283679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3046585443891283679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3046585443891283679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3046585443891283679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/07/shout-out.html' title='A Shout Out...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SI9UJy4NZZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dohJHp-s864/s72-c/0709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-5743969457711277419</id><published>2008-07-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:00:41.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Family, Family!!</title><content type='html'>So my lovely family was just in town, Mom, dad, Vauri, Owen, and Ava.  I had so much fun when I was with them.  Last Sunday I took Quin over to my gmas house in Bountiful and I never thought how overwhelming it would be to meet my ENTIRE Bailey side of the family cousins and everything.  But he was a champ and of course everyone loved him.  My mom, of course she's not hard to please but it seemed like everyone loved him.  I caught a few people talking about him when I would walk into another room... good things of course.  And my mom even started crying about him!  They have only met one of my boyfriends before and if anyone knew Doug knew he wasn't a talker and my family is... so Quin fit right in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutkpx64xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rrlZHQANt4k/s1600-h/IMG00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutkpx64xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rrlZHQANt4k/s200/IMG00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222959038068351762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was showing my mom the camera on my phone and the pictures it takes so I snapped a candid picture of my dad talking to Quin and my Aunt Bonnie.  How cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutRuz3PpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/s5ENi4pdlaw/s1600-h/IMG00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutRuz3PpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/s5ENi4pdlaw/s200/IMG00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958713001164434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Bay hanging out in the back seat watching Finding Nemo on the way to Bountiful... we're always back seat buddies!  I of course LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutCGik7jI/AAAAAAAAANs/twu82F93kZM/s1600-h/IMG00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutCGik7jI/AAAAAAAAANs/twu82F93kZM/s200/IMG00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958444493205042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents went to Hawaii and brought back this cute hula outfit for Bay... she hated it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHus8nmbT3I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZVY7bDwoCcY/s1600-h/IMG00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHus8nmbT3I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZVY7bDwoCcY/s200/IMG00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958350288506738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Owen asked for me to put it on him... I have a confession that he only asked for the skirt to be put on... I decided on the top... Sorry Jay!  But it is so cute!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHussxlLi1I/AAAAAAAAANc/7TTFtWRogHI/s1600-h/IM000096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHussxlLi1I/AAAAAAAAANc/7TTFtWRogHI/s200/IM000096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958078089726802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Bay and her Papa hanging out at Cafe Rio... She is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHusZaAU47I/AAAAAAAAANU/JV7hDg83KBU/s1600-h/IMG00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHusZaAU47I/AAAAAAAAANU/JV7hDg83KBU/s200/IMG00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222957745343620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my favorite dad in the whole wide world!!!!!!!!  What sucks and is really kind of weird... well these pictures are just ones I took from my phone... but with how amazing my mom looks after losing 73 pounds you would think I would at least have ONE picture of her!  I am sad with the pictures I don't have of Vauri and Ava... or more pictures of Owen!  I hope Vauri sends me some from her camera.  But I didn't get to hang out with them as much as I'd like... I was ditched a few times because of work and I will admit that I ditched them a few times!  I love them so much and I hope they know how much I appreciate them and feel so lucky to have them in my life!  I would be lost with out them.  Well any of my family for that matter.  Quin loves them and my dad gave Quin a hug when we left on Saturday and he hasn't stopped talking about it since.  I hope to be home in August for Owens birthday because I haven't ever been there for his birthday... and come on he is the reason I decided I even wanted kids!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them a lot but had fun with them while they were here... I wish we lived closer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-5743969457711277419?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/5743969457711277419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=5743969457711277419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5743969457711277419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5743969457711277419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-family-family.html' title='Family, Family, Family!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SHutkpx64xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rrlZHQANt4k/s72-c/IMG00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-516239960786501504</id><published>2008-07-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:55:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell!!!!</title><content type='html'>Lake Powell was... awesome!!!  Like Quin always says it was unreal!  Like everyone knows I had never been there before and I was really looking forward to the trip... well we packed up and drove with Kelly and Rob.  We had fun driving with them.  We got there Wednesday evening and we stayed at the camp grounds because we didn't get the house boat until Thursday morning.  A few of us tent camped once we found a beach and it was awesome.  It is such a beautiful unique place I was in awwww the entire time!  Of course there's always drama on a trip so we had a little drama but for the most part we had a blast!  There are too many stories to even begin... and I didn't even take a camera and can't even remember who had cameras to get pictures.  There were about 22 of us and we had 3 boats and the house boat.. so during the day we'd take the boats out and hang out in coves all day and then hang out on the house boat at night.  I can't wait to go back and I'm so grateful to Quin for taking me there and his awesome friends that I love!!!  Sorry no pics, and it's been so long this is all I have of the trip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-516239960786501504?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/516239960786501504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=516239960786501504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/516239960786501504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/516239960786501504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-7169645249291391862</id><published>2008-06-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:15:01.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pictures for the last Couple Weeks</title><content type='html'>I just have these pictures and thought I'd put them up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ72hQzn9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/WzcrIjHNvl0/s1600-h/IMG00065+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ72hQzn9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/WzcrIjHNvl0/s200/IMG00065+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215867495020470226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this girl more then anything ever!  And I always say if I'm guaranteed to have a Bailey I'd have one now!  She makes me laugh, she makes me smile, and she is the best thing ever!  ( well minus my nephew and other niece... I just see her more :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ7wD-bEsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bPlvhzVjECY/s1600-h/IMG00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ7wD-bEsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bPlvhzVjECY/s200/IMG00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215867384079520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we went golfing Saturday.  We went with Lapreal, Troy, and Colton.  Colton is 8 and better then a lot of people I've seen and so cute!  And Troy is his dad, and Lapreal is Lapreal!  HAHA I love her!  But I love going out with Quin, I love watching him play he loves it so much and he is so good!  I hit a few balls and one of them actually went up in the air... which was a shocker.  I really want to learn so I can play with Quin.  And because it's always seemed fun to me.  This course was down in Payson and a couple holes went up into the canyon, it was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ7sex-hEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UcQjH0BJxco/s1600-h/IMG00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ7sex-hEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UcQjH0BJxco/s200/IMG00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215867322555597890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was after golfing... Quin thinks he looks bad, I of course think he is so cute.  But his head looks extra large next to mine... I think it's the angle.  I love him he is the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7169645249291391862?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7169645249291391862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7169645249291391862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7169645249291391862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7169645249291391862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-pictures-for-last-couple-weeks.html' title='A Few Pictures for the last Couple Weeks'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SGJ72hQzn9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/WzcrIjHNvl0/s72-c/IMG00065+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-979589016993828541</id><published>2008-06-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:32:05.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Deal???</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happened to me lately... what happened to the little girl that thought getting married at 30 was the perfect age?  More and more I almost feel pressure from myself to get married.  I'll be sitting there thinking I'm 24 why am I not married yet?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm 24!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I shouldn't be married yet!  I think both of my sisters were married at my age, and so many people are already married at my age!  Especially blog surfing I keep finding people I knew while growing up that are married and on top of that have kids!  I think also living in Utah and working at the place I do, there are always marriage announcements going out.  I have to stop myself every once and awhile and remind myself that I am only 24 and 30 is still a good age to get married.   Even after 30!!  Life is going to get a thousand times harder throwing a marriage into the mix, so why do I keep freaking myself out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note!!  I am leaving for Lake Powell in just a couple of hours!  I am so excited and I can't hardly stand waiting!  We packed up all our stuff last night in the truck and boat and me and Rob's girlfriend Kelly sat in her boat talking for awhile.  We're camping tonight at the camp grounds and then Thursday we get the house boat and find a spot to camp!  We're tent camping and not staying on the house boat which will be nice, we'll have some privacy.  When there's 22 people going, we'll want our own space to hide!  HAHA!  I'm so excited!!  And my boyfriend is the cutest thing in the world!  He bought a battery operated fan that hooks up to the top of the tent where the opening is.  He LOVES his fans!  I love that guy!  I decided to come into work for a little bit and get some hours and then we're heading out with Rob and Kelly!  See you Monday!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-979589016993828541?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/979589016993828541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=979589016993828541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/979589016993828541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/979589016993828541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-deal.html' title='What is the Deal???'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-5680417575278686338</id><published>2008-06-20T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:16:51.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating on a Friday Afternoon... The Life...</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we took a half day off and decided to go boating.  Kelly and Amanda and their husbands bought a boat together so we wanted to go on it.  Chris and Jenny met up with us and we linked the boats and just hung out all day!  It was so nice.  On Kelly and Amanda's boat we had Kelly, Amanda, me, Adam, Erin, her sister, Derrick, and Roscoe.  We had SOOO much fun!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj_i2uWPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG_jNHCzVLM/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj_i2uWPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG_jNHCzVLM/s200/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011674439080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture... it's just all of us hanging out talking and sittin in the sun!  The perfect life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj6tbcHZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RxVfBfHsutM/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj6tbcHZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RxVfBfHsutM/s200/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011591378083218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda, Kelly, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj2TcJHtI/AAAAAAAAALs/aagHfcFhOrk/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj2TcJHtI/AAAAAAAAALs/aagHfcFhOrk/s200/IMG_0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011515682234066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I just got out of the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjxrY9WJI/AAAAAAAAALk/1ec_fxfA5g8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjxrY9WJI/AAAAAAAAALk/1ec_fxfA5g8/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011436211984530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam, Jenny, and Bay... Bay loves the boat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjuyiwnNI/AAAAAAAAALc/tLC48HqMIlY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjuyiwnNI/AAAAAAAAALc/tLC48HqMIlY/s200/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011386592533714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and I... for some reason Adam is yelling in all the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjr30XWcI/AAAAAAAAALU/2-MHSZjcv7g/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjr30XWcI/AAAAAAAAALU/2-MHSZjcv7g/s200/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011336468945346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Roscoe was trying to get the mountains in the back... Soooooo pretty!  The mountains that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjps_hT7I/AAAAAAAAALM/qV8HZzchSus/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjps_hT7I/AAAAAAAAALM/qV8HZzchSus/s200/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011299203207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjmqmxYEI/AAAAAAAAALE/jmZQhb2su_8/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjmqmxYEI/AAAAAAAAALE/jmZQhb2su_8/s200/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011247022923842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and Erin hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjhDFP03I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6BAAGdstn_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvjhDFP03I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6BAAGdstn_Y/s200/IMG_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011150513984370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and Chris.  The guy on the right (Chris) use to be Chris' work roommate and he goes out boating with them a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun and I can't wait to go out with everyone again!  Well minus a little drama on the boat about chips and just a little drama between Quin and I after! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/lisab/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/lisab/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-5680417575278686338?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/5680417575278686338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=5680417575278686338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5680417575278686338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5680417575278686338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/boating-on-friday-afternoon-life.html' title='Boating on a Friday Afternoon... The Life...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SFvj_i2uWPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SG_jNHCzVLM/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-6227109273553931422</id><published>2008-06-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:24:00.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>My life is pretty much consistent every week... which if you know me, you know that I don't mind that at all!!!!  I hate change!   Well I don't do the same things ever single day every single week, but I do go out to Quin's every Friday after work and stay until Monday.  It's been so hot lately, and my room at Dave and Tiff's in a million degrees... I am upstairs and the a/c does not effect any part of the upstairs.  It's horrible!  Plus my car a/c isn't working so I was feeling that I couldn't escape the heat!  I've been staying at Quin's during the week now.  He hates being hot even though he loves the heat so his house is freezing.  And we sit around eating otter pops!  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Lake Powell Wednesday afternoon with about 15 other people.  Quin is paying for just about everything.  He treats me too good!  I am getting so excited!  I went with a couple girls yesterday shopping for stuff and I got some cute tanks and things.  What is so cute to me is that when me and Quin went on our first date we went to a movie and we were an hour early and sat eating popcorn and talking and he was telling me about past Powell trips and I said I've never been and he said "I want to take you to Lake Powell you will love it!" and CUTE he is!!!  I am really getting so excited!  I was thinking about it last night, we had been talking about it and I've never even been camping with a boyfriend.  Which is so weird I love camping!  It's going to be a whole new camping situation and I'm really looking forward to it.  Before Easter Quin bought a blow up mattress so we're taking that and he's so funny he has a fan he is taking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back it will be just a couple days before my parents are here.  I'm excited to see them, and Vauri is bringing her new BABY who I have not met yet!  And they will be meeting Quin too.  He is FUHREAKING!  He thinks it's always harder to meet the girls parents then for a girl to meet the guys parents.  He's just funny about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lake Powell is not coming fast enough I can't wait to be there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-6227109273553931422?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/6227109273553931422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=6227109273553931422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6227109273553931422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6227109273553931422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-1647450638912432010</id><published>2008-06-06T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:26:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Two Things...</title><content type='html'>Johnny Depp at the MTV movie awards... he looked like he did when he was younger all cleaned up, his voice makes me melt.  HAHA I was pretty over the Johnny Depp crush and then he won his first award that I saw at least.  I was watching it will Quin and he was talking about all the girls in the audience and I was talking... and he was like GEEEEEEEZ LOOK AT YOU!  He is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm401WECsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/64dVz9Sy3Ro/s1600-h/johnny-depp-mtv-movie-1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm401WECsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/64dVz9Sy3Ro/s200/johnny-depp-mtv-movie-1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897661843016386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw this for the first time when I was watching tv... actually after working out... or before I'm not sure.  I want it so bad!  So when I'm all caught up with my money which I'm hoping one day will happen this will be my first purchase!  I love wii!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm4uYSBI3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/3ABxgQ5oHvQ/s1600-h/Wii_Fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm4uYSBI3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/3ABxgQ5oHvQ/s200/Wii_Fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897550962205554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm4rdHKNxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sQnoSRNWYa4/s1600-h/Wii-fitness-yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm4rdHKNxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sQnoSRNWYa4/s200/Wii-fitness-yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897500719232786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-1647450638912432010?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/1647450638912432010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=1647450638912432010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1647450638912432010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1647450638912432010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-two-things_06.html' title='I Have Two Things...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEm401WECsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/64dVz9Sy3Ro/s72-c/johnny-depp-mtv-movie-1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-5545977736966074889</id><published>2008-06-04T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:55:57.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend.  Quin and I were lazy all weekend he was just drained from his vacation and... was so sick and in the bathroom a lot HAHAHA!  My little sister Ashley graduated 8th grade last night.  Everyone kept telling me how weird it was she was having a graduation for 8th grade but we did it in California so I didn't think so.  She looked absolutely beautiful last night.  She got her hair done and it was down and curled and Jenny and I did her make up.  Not that I ever thought she wasn't pretty, but I was shocked at HOW beautiful she looked.  It was so weird, she looked so grown up.  She's going into high school and I remember how scared I was.  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at my Aunts before and after and she has a display of nut crackers and there's one that plays music and dances.  Well I think all of us kids loved this one and we'd always want to watch it and listen to it.  Bailey has found it... I am so in love with this picture!  She is on her tippy toes trying to see it dance!  I keep going to look at it.  Oh and look how good my pictures are now on my new phone!  Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-bGQvsaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DSVy6shjTtc/s1600-h/Bay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-bGQvsaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DSVy6shjTtc/s200/Bay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208129760591327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny's camera doesn't work... which you will know from her blog.  They went boating Sunday and she sent me this cute picture.  I thought I'd post it since she can't.  Bailey is so funny on the boat, she can barely move with that freaking life jacket on.  And I love her sunglasses!  Jenny doesn't look too bad herself.  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-PmQvsZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rJxMzvdZQ0U/s1600-h/boating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-PmQvsZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rJxMzvdZQ0U/s200/boating.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208129563022832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these last two are just for fun.  This night I took this picture of Quin we have a few we took but I looked horrible.  My make up was not working good that day I guess.  He just bought a new phone too so I caught him messing with it.  Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-HGQvsYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/L6D1cLJMJ0g/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-HGQvsYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/L6D1cLJMJ0g/s200/q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208129416993943938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND this one is just hilarious!  This was a couple weeks ago, he text it to me.  I don't know what he's doing and I'm sort of laughing.  If he knew I put these two up he'd be mad... DON'T TELL HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb96WQvsXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zTzDWWDbfrA/s1600-h/haha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb96WQvsXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zTzDWWDbfrA/s200/haha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208129197950611826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-5545977736966074889?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/5545977736966074889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=5545977736966074889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5545977736966074889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/5545977736966074889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SEb-bGQvsaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DSVy6shjTtc/s72-c/Bay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-1631875604542644553</id><published>2008-05-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:15:59.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi the Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>Sooo he's baaaaaaaaaack!  The girl in me was wrong thank you very much!  I hate that girl HAHA!  And I'm sure that everyone was so sick of hearing about it.  Geeeeezus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Jenny want us to go boating... and I hope he really wants to.  Kelly and Amanda and their husbands bought a boat, Amanda's taking it out this weekend and they're going to the same lake so we're going to meet up with them if we go.  I could see him not wanting to go because he's been in Mexico for a week... but I really do I wasn't in Mexico and the weather has sucked!!  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out to Provo at 4:30 I'm so excited to see him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-1631875604542644553?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/1631875604542644553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=1631875604542644553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1631875604542644553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1631875604542644553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-love-of-my-life.html' title='Hi the Love of My Life'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3100772744584682489</id><published>2008-05-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:05:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day...</title><content type='html'>I am going completely insane with Quin being gone!  It has almost been a full week without even talking to him!  I didn't think it would be this hard... and I'm really nervous for him to get back.  The girl in me is freaking out that he's been gone for a week without talking to me, and that he liked it... maybe because we fought before he left because well I'm me and that's obviously what I do before he goes on a trip!  DUH!!!  I don't know where it came from, but that's what I've been thinking about the whole time he's been gone... well when my friends weren't distracting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Tiff and I stayed home watched movies and literally ate everything in sight.  It was nice though... boyfriend being gone, hanging out with one of your best friends watching girl movies and pigging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went and hung out at Nick and Tracy's new house that is gorgeous, I hadn't seen it yet and they've lived there for awhile... then we went to Chris and Jenny's and hung out with a few friends... me, Tiff, and Dave went to Denny's after for more pigging out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Adam had a BBQ/pool party... but the water had dropped a million degrees because Utah can't decide if it's summer or winter... so we sat by the pool... it was a nice day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday me, Chris, Jenny, and Bailey laid around all day watching Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8 or whatever that show is called... and movies.  That's when I was really REALLY wanting Quin to be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work me, Chris, Jenny, and Bailey went out on the boat about 6... it was nice for a tuesday to do something!  It was better then the weekend HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Quin comes home tomorrow... And I hope the girl inside me is wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3100772744584682489?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3100772744584682489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3100772744584682489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3100772744584682489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3100772744584682489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-day.html' title='One more day...'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-212900684313456246</id><published>2008-05-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:37:57.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>$410 later my car is fixed and my boyfriend is gone for a week to Cancun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-212900684313456246?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/212900684313456246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=212900684313456246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/212900684313456246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/212900684313456246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7875119300269720731</id><published>2008-05-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:46:15.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Drama... Always!</title><content type='html'>Friday we went to a birthday party for Kelly and Melaine in Payson.  It was so much fun!  Quin had just gotten back from a golf tournament with his dad.  I love his friends, like I say all the time!  We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went and saw What Happens in Vegas.  It was really good.  Aside from the movie theater being hot, Quin liked it too!  He is so funny during previews... if the movie looks dumb he freaks out!  Crazy guy HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going over to Chris and Jenny's house on the weekdays a lot for the past couple of weeks.  Mostly to see Bailey HAHA!  No it's fun seeing them, I really miss living there.  Even though it wasn't always the best situation it was nice to be so close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had the mother's day celebration over at their house.  My aunt only came over for a little bit, like an hour.  Chris' mom, step dad, and Adam came over after the Jazz came was over.  And my mom and Ashley stayed the whole time.  We had a bbq and I made my pasta salad that I always make.  I stole the recipe from my mom in CA and I am obsessed.  I make it for everything!!  I also made french dip that my mom in UT use to bring for everything.  It's just the package mixed with sour cream HAHA!  I made strawberry shortcake that was soooo good!  It was a fun night!  There was a little bit of drama that came up about Adam's girlfriend.  Jenny had told me that she wasn't being very nice about Quin's friends, who are like my friends now.  I don't like hearing that anyone is talking bad about anyone I care about.  So that sucked!  But I hate that I'm away from my mom in CA on mother's day and my whole family actually.  I really hate it sometimes.  Quin is always telling me he feels bad for me, and he wishes they were closer... but this was my decision so don't feel too bad for me I guess.  I'm excited for him one day to meet that family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works slowed down this week after qualifications.  It's only Wednesday and I want it to be the weekend already!  There was some drama today, my first drama here I guess.  I've always heard it I've never been apart of it.  Hopefully I squashed it!  I hate more then anything is someone that likes to start drama!!!!!  This person seems pretty dramatic too.  Kind of pathetic and sad.  I started weight watchers this week, and I've been doing really good if I don't say so myself!  It's hard but it's going to be worth it, and Quin is dieting too so it's easier to have someone to do it with.  I went over to Chris and Jenny's last night and got in the hot tub with them and Brocker.  I never see him anymore and he text me telling me he was going over there so I decided to head over too!  Bailey is so cute!  I just follow her around HAHA!  She brushes her own teeth!  Well... Jenny gives her the tooth brush and she tries... but she does a pretty good job... then Jenny does it for real.  I tried putting her to bed.  HAHAHAHAHA!  I rocked her thinking of songs to sing and the only one I could come up with was like parts of I am a child of god... so she was almost passed out so I put her in her crib and I went back and checked on her and she was just sitting in her crib and then started crying.  I'm not good at it I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to some weird thing for my little sister tonight... I don't even know what it is but it's from 6 to 9.  I can't even try to explain it because I don't get it... so we'll see I guess!  I'm going to Provo for the weekend again, it's our last weekend together before he goes to Mexico for 8 days!!  His friends planned the trip when we started dating and we didn't know what was going to happen with us... so he's going alone.  There's about 12 of them going!  Crazy!  His parents told him on Sunday that I am still welcome over Sunday for dinner at their house while he's gone.  They are so cute!  He is so lucky he has great parents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7875119300269720731?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7875119300269720731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7875119300269720731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7875119300269720731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7875119300269720731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-drama-always.html' title='So Much Drama... Always!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-1916479845015909874</id><published>2008-05-12T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:02:54.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCi73Z71ctI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CKvVYuJU64o/s1600-h/Quinme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCi73Z71ctI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CKvVYuJU64o/s200/Quinme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199612330328290002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture finally of Quin and I.  This was Sunday morning, we barely look good enough to be taking a picture but I figured I finally need one!  He hates it, he is mad actually that I have showed people.  I showed my mom and aunt Susan yesterday and one of them said he looks mean!  I think he looks cute!  I have it set as my messenger picture and I smile every time I look at it!  So mostly this is for anyone that hasn't met him... I hope you enjoy it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-1916479845015909874?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/1916479845015909874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=1916479845015909874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1916479845015909874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/1916479845015909874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCi73Z71ctI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CKvVYuJU64o/s72-c/Quinme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3088234181112712930</id><published>2008-05-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:20:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCSGK1pvfSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s7PHJg9TfYs/s1600-h/earth+dies+screaming+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCSGK1pvfSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s7PHJg9TfYs/s200/earth+dies+screaming+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198427390651366690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized my biggest pet peeve.  You know how that question is always asked.  Well I normally answer with the usual answers; Stupid drivers, liars, stupid people... whatever.  But my ultimate pet peeve is people that don't ask how you're doing.  So you're talking to a friend and you ask how they're doing and they go on and on and ON forever never asking what's new with you, or how you're doing.  I had a boyfriend like this and I thought it was so rude, and recently I've had two "friends" do this to me.  One said oh we haven't talked in awhile and I said yeah I've been out sick for two days, and never asked what was wrong, how I'm doing now or anything.  That same day someone else did it to me.  Went on for about an hour with her crap never once asking about me.  I just don't consider this a friend.  Of course the others still apply; stupid drivers, liars, stupid people...  but this one is being added for sure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3088234181112712930?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3088234181112712930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3088234181112712930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3088234181112712930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3088234181112712930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/05/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve?'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SCSGK1pvfSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s7PHJg9TfYs/s72-c/earth+dies+screaming+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-4931313427867345035</id><published>2008-04-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:39:39.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Away From Home... Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBit695bpcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGaKY-4Uh9A/s1600-h/TeamProvoLogo_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBit695bpcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGaKY-4Uh9A/s200/TeamProvoLogo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093398731335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;HAHA I love how dramatic I am about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.. like it's states away!  It feels like it sometimes, not because it's far but because it's so different there.  For instance, Arby's is closed on Sundays... that's weird!  As you can guess I went there for the weekend!  We went to a parties at Kelly's, my boss' house.  We had a lot of fun, I love Quin's group of friends.  His best friend who is like a sister Lapreal is great!  I love her!!  Me and Quin were fighting because well I assumed out of nowhere mind you that he was mad at me... and she talked to me and listened to me.  I had an emotional night.  And surprisingly if I would have just I don't know maybe TALKED to Quin I would have realized I made the whole thing up... DUH LISA!  Well we talked about it and we're fine, because we TALKED!  It makes me mad how dumb I was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Saturday we slept in and layed on the couches watching basketball.  We went to dinner, then went and saw forgetting sarah &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;marshall&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBit3N5bpbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/upntoo67UX0/s1600-h/14651329_SarahMarshallLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBit3N5bpbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/upntoo67UX0/s200/14651329_SarahMarshallLarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093334306825650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Let me tell you... that movie is funny, BUT half way through I was like this movie could be over by now!  It felt like it would never end!  And HAHA there were like 4 penis shots and those make me laugh!  I could only imagine the guys (Quin in particular) having to see that!  We had seen Walk Hard when we were first together and there is like 12 penis shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;  After the movie we went and got root beer floats and went home to watch another basketball game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If you didn't know me growing up, I use to love love LOVE root beer!   I'd get it anywhere I'd go.  Well Quin has brought me back to loving it.  He had it one day at his house and I had some and now I love it again!  And root beer floats are the best!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBitzt5bpaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Guox7u_kO8Q/s1600-h/rootbeer_float.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBitzt5bpaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Guox7u_kO8Q/s200/rootbeer_float.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093274177283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sunday we went over to his parents house again, and it was such a nice day we sat out on the patio in the sun until dinner.  I got some pretty good sun!  We had Bison burgers for dinner... I ate buffalo.  And it wasn't bad at all, and really tasty!  I told Jenny later about it and she was like I wouldn't have been able to eat it!!!  HAHA but it was good.  I felt so stupid though, his parents asked me what my parents thought about me dating someone his age and I honestly couldn't remember!  I'm dumb!!!!  We watched The Brave one, and as much as I hate Jodi Foster it was a really good movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBitud5bpZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eROV8Hl7Iyg/s1600-h/brave_one_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBitud5bpZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eROV8Hl7Iyg/s200/brave_one_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093183982970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I went to Chris and Jenny's Monday and Bailey is the best thing that has ever been invented!  I could sit and watch her forever!  She loves my phone, and I let her play with it as long as she wants because I make her play with it by me... HAHA!  I don't take pictures that often, and I wish that I had pictures of Quin from the weekend, and Bailey on Monday.  Her outfit was SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to Provo again for the weekend.  Lapreal is having a birthday party at her house, and Chris and Jenny might come!!  I'm going to try and remember to take pictures, maybe I'll get a disposable camera... We'll see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4931313427867345035?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4931313427867345035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4931313427867345035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4931313427867345035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4931313427867345035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-away-from-home-far-away.html' title='Home Away From Home... Far Away'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/SBit695bpcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eGaKY-4Uh9A/s72-c/TeamProvoLogo_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3658568529714630578</id><published>2008-04-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:35:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOOO GREEN TEAM!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was lectured by Chris and Jenny about being Green.  I just happened to come across this video today that is hilarious!!!!  If you haven't been to funnyordie.com check it out cause it's hilarious!  It has that landlord video with will ferrell.   This one and the gay robot are my two favorite I've found!!  I bug Jen from work when I get on this website cause I send her tons of videos!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=fa1420df1f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=fa1420df1f" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/fa1420df1f"&gt;Green Team&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3658568529714630578?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3658568529714630578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3658568529714630578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3658568529714630578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3658568529714630578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/goooooooooo-green-team.html' title='GOOOOOOOOOO GREEN TEAM!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-2344571943901446310</id><published>2008-04-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:30:54.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to see if this works :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=3855"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=3855" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/3855"&gt;Gay Robot - Part 1&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-2344571943901446310?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/2344571943901446310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=2344571943901446310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2344571943901446310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/2344571943901446310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-trying-to-see-if-this-works.html' title='I&apos;m trying to see if this works :)'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-8078290699587737364</id><published>2008-04-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:35:53.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Last night I couldn't sleep, like usual.  Well instead of watching TV all night I decided to look through some old pictures, way way old pictures.  I have a huge thing full of pictures from when I lived in California, these are from like senior year in high school and on.  It made me so sad I was almost crying.  I just miss my life there, I lost a lot of great and old friends.  But then I think of my life here and I would never give it up.  I feel like I'm so independent now and I love my life and my struggles.  It's everything that I've made it to be.  The good and the bad!  But I miss the freedom of what my life use to be.  No responsibilities, and I thought my life was so tough and I'd never get through it.  HA!  Well I went to go write about this, because that's what I do.  And I have this notebook I write in every once and awhile.  I don't do it a lot because I hate writing a ton it hurts my hand.  So I was reading some past things I've written and all the last stuff was about Ian.  That was such a weird time in my life.  I feel like it was forever ago.  Well it kind of was we've been broken up for almost a year.  While I'm reading these things I'm thinking you know how people say "well he wouldn't be him if it weren't for..."  Well Ian wouldn't be him if it weren't for his empty promises.  It sounds harsh, but it's so true!  Our whole 2 year or whatever relationship was full of empty promises from him.  I kept getting pulled in.  Even after this is all said and done, I wouldn't take any of it back.  I learned so much from all of it.  But I'm so happy now.  Utah is a fun place to live when everything isn't him.  I'm so happy now!  All and all it was a weird night, and I think the next time I can't sleep I'm going to watch TV or take nyquil so I can!  HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8078290699587737364?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8078290699587737364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8078290699587737364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8078290699587737364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8078290699587737364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminisching.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-286621487232275374</id><published>2008-04-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:36:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Live in Provo Part-Time...?</title><content type='html'>Every weekend I am in Provo... well not this last weekend but the weekend before we were in Mesquite but other then that I live in Provo on the weekends.  It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesquite was a blast!  I get so shocked when Quin does something that other boyfriends haven't, like act like he likes me.  It's a weird concept and he should teach fellow guys this.  It's amazing to know your boyfriend likes you... I thought you were suppose to just go through a relationship guessing if your boyfriend liked you or not.  And now I can tell you NO that is not how a relationship is suppose to be!!!!  haha&lt;br /&gt;Well he paid for absolutely everything, I'm not joking!!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING!!!  &lt;/span&gt;We checked into our rooms and he hands me $100, have fun gambling.  I was like ....uhhh are you kidding me?  He's like no... why would I?  We gambled a lot, he is funny!  We went with Rob, Kelly, Bernie, and Chad.  It was so fun!!  So he went golfing Saturday and I hung out in the room for awhile, then met Rob, Kelly, and Bernie at the pool.  Saturday we walked to another casino and sat in the lounge for awhile.  I said to Quin "I think I'm going to need another 100 dollar bill."  He said "OKAY!"  I was like "No I am actually up from what you already gave me."  He's like "okay just let me know when you need more."  See it's nuts, that doesn't make sense to me.  But I'll take money!  It was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend Quin had another bonfire and I swear I meet more friends of his every weekend... his friends don't end.  Which is a good thing I guess.  Saturday we rented movies and watched the jazz game.  Yeah... a Jazz game.  The things I do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents invited me to their house for Sunday dinner and to celebrate his mom's bday.  Well I wanted to get her some chocolates from Godiva, or some sort of yummy chocolately treat from there, but he made me go to wal mart.... wal mart!  Well after hours of looking at the same chocolates I picked some.  Then I didn't want to just hand her a box of them, like a son would.  So then I sat at stared at the ribbons forever trying to decide on one to tie around the box.  HAHA well Quin was like okay we're late (as we're standing at the check out) I'm like well you had a lot to buy!  He's like you're really going to tell me that your chocolates and ribbon are not what made us late!  It was funny, because that had a lot to do with it... HAHA!  Well we ate and watched a movie then left.  Quin told me today that his family loves me and he had a long message about it on his phone this morning.  HAHA!  SUCCESS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we're hanging out with my friends, because I miss them!!  And I like being with Quin, but Provo's Carazy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-286621487232275374?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/286621487232275374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=286621487232275374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/286621487232275374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/286621487232275374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-live-in-provo-part-time.html' title='I Think I Live in Provo Part-Time...?'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-8566459787402874989</id><published>2008-04-09T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:07:59.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>Again I had an awesome weekend!  I couldn't stop smiling Monday, ask anyone I saw!  I saw my mom Monday night and she kept laughing at me because I had this smile on my face that wouldn't go away!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I packed my stuff before work so I could head out to Provo right after work.  Well a whole weekend requires a lot of crap for a girl like me.  And actually forgot A LOT!  But we went over Rob and Kelly's (Quin's friends house) and we had a bonfire.  I love the summer for this!  I love love LOVE sitting around a bonfire with a drink and good friends.  I don't know if it's because it reminds me of growing up in CA, or just camping but it makes me happy!  A few of his friends were there that I had already met.  And I'm so glad one of his bf's loves me Lapreal.  I think of them like brother and sister, so her liking me is SO important to me.  Luckily she does!  So we had fun all night hanging out laughing and planning our trip to Mesquite!!!!  I can't wait!  We had planned on Quin and his friend Chad going golfing while me and Kelly get massages and lay by the pool!  What can be better then that!  Well I guess me not having to pay for much  this trip!  That kind of tops EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Quin left to go golfing at about 1.  Well Utah sucks right now it's horrible weather!  Quin came back more mad then I've ever seen him.  He was freezing the entire time!  And if you know him, he's not cold ever!  Plus he paid for 18 holes and only played 9 or whatever.  He was pissed.  Well he took a nap while I watched tv.  We watched tv together for awhile after he woke up then went up to where I live to go to this sandwich shop.  It's called the Philadelphian, and if he hadn't been telling me how good it was I wouldn't have stayed.  It is so dirty and nasty inside.  It is for sure a hole in the way restaurant.  But Sooooo good and sooooo worth it!  Well we were in bed by 1030, we're pretty pathetic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had made plans for me to meet his parents!  EEEEEEK!  Okay, for real I am so bad at meeting parents.  I'm quiet when I meet people but when I meet parents I freak!  I think it's a mixture of being shy and having kind of bad experiences with parents.  Doug's parents HATED me from the start and never liked that he was with me.  Ian's dad loved me, but his mom and step dad I don't think liked me either.  And plus all those parents have been weird.  Again Ian's dad was not, he was awesome!  But the others were weird!  The only parent I've liked was Zach's mom, she was AMAZING!  I loved her the second I met her, and she loved me too!!!  I saw her a couple months ago actually and she was so sad to hear we weren't together.  I would date him just to have a relationship with her... IF he wasn't the craziest person ever!  So back to the current parents.  We walked in and I met the dad first, I put my hand out to shake his hand and he grabbed me and hugged me!  Then his mom comes walking up and she's like I need a hug!  They are sooooo cute!  They are amazing in fact.  He is so lucky to have parents like he does.  I don't think it ever helps when you meet people when they are constantly complimenting you.  His mom was like "you are so beautiful!  Quin has said how beautiful you are and he was right!!"  How nice right??  So we sat and talked while we waited for dinner to be ready.  Then had the yummiest dinner ever!!  I miss family dinners and stuffing myself HAHA!  It was so good!  We talked some more and I found out Quin spends HOURS at this buffet we're going to in Mesquite and that scares me!  What I loved was whenever I've met a boyfriends parents the mom is always interested in meeting the girl, asking her questions, getting to know her.  The dad will listen maybe ask a question, but mostly talk to the son or whatever.  But his dad was right there asking questions too and I don't know it was just different and I really liked it!  My favorite part was his mom asked why I moved here after I told her I hate the cold and Quin pipes in "to meet me duh!"  I was like "oh right!" and his mom was like "I'm glad then that you moved here"  and quin was like "me too!"  So cute!!  We watched a movie and then we were on our way.  We watched stuff on Egyptians and I was on my way home.  It was honestly the best weekend I've had in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left I told Quin I wanted to take him to this pizza place I love.  Well I got the great idea to invite Chris and Jenny.  After stressing about what time and if we should meet them at their house or at the restaurant we were waiting in the parking lot to meet them.  It's so awkward for me at first, I kept like giggling.  Anyway Quin talks so much it's never awkward meeting him.  He got up to buy us all another round of beer and I asked Chris and Jenny what they thought.  "SOOO much better!"  I was like really?  They were like "yes sooo much better then anyone you've ever brought around!!!"  I was shocked!  Chris was like "Ian was a douche bag and everyone else was crazy!!"  So they liked him... A LOT!  I'm just glad they finally met him!  I knew they would like him, it was just a matter of getting them together!  We were there forever talking.  Quin is so funny and had them laughing so hard!  Jenny called me today and said Chris is still laughing about a story Quin told about him falling off a chair lift snowboarding!  Yeah he fell!  And Quin loved them as well.  He thinks Jenny is beautiful and so sweet and Chris is awesome he says.  HAHA!  He said he can tell we're sisters, which not a lot of people say.  When he was driving me home he was like you and your sister are so beautiful.  Is your mom really pretty too?  HAHA it just sounded funny.  I can't wait for him to meet the rest of the bunch of friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only 2 and a half more days we'll be in Mesquite and that's all I'm looking forward to right now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8566459787402874989?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8566459787402874989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8566459787402874989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8566459787402874989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8566459787402874989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-great-weekend.html' title='Another Great Weekend :)'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-3378093428090631876</id><published>2008-04-04T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:04:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey is So Funny!</title><content type='html'>So I went over to Chris and Jenny's the other night and I was sitting in the kitchen uploading some pictures to my myspace and Jenny had walked out of the room and I wasn't really paying attention before she left.  Well I heard something on the other side of the island, so I walked over there and Bay is sitting in the cupboard playing!  I took the pictures on my phone that like before I said sucks, but I couldn't find Jenny's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aXAWmv9EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5K_vsDL09Qo/s1600-h/Ba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aXAWmv9EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5K_vsDL09Qo/s200/Ba.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498053287605314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had already pulled out most of the things in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW9Wmv9DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qvl5KBfHqGE/s1600-h/ba2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW9Wmv9DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qvl5KBfHqGE/s200/ba2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498001747997746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cup was empty, she knew it.  She must have really been thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW52mv9CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fZJdgMWsaC4/s1600-h/ba3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW52mv9CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fZJdgMWsaC4/s200/ba3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185497941618455586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW2mmv9BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cmOGgNzqSrk/s1600-h/ba4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aW2mmv9BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cmOGgNzqSrk/s200/ba4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185497885783880722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was lifting these glass bowl things that hold candles I think.  They were so heavy!!!  Oh and glass!!  I love this little girl!  I'm sure other kids do this but I've never seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3378093428090631876?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3378093428090631876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3378093428090631876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3378093428090631876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3378093428090631876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/bailey-is-so-funny.html' title='Bailey is So Funny!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_aXAWmv9EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5K_vsDL09Qo/s72-c/Ba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3149682949476387707</id><published>2008-04-01T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:24:49.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Up Your Throat and Scream!!</title><content type='html'>I had the best weekend!  Quin's crazy roommate moved out while we were camping for Easter (separately)  And I'm not joking his roommate was weird.  He was like 50 something and he would never leave the front room, so Quin was always stuck in his room and if we wanted to watch a movie or whatever we had to watch it in his room.  So Friday he wanted to watch a movie in the front room for the first time!  HAHA!  We went to the store and bought stuff to make dinner and rented a movie on the way back.  It was so fun, we made dinner and watched anchorman.  Which is HILARIOUS!  I love that movie!  I was so tired though we couldn't even finish the movie.  Saturday he had to work early so I stayed and slept for awhile and went home while he was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he had planned a party since the crazy roommate was gone.  They got in a huge fight because before he wanted to throw a party and the roommate didn't want anyone over.  Anyway I had been acting like a crazy person since Wednesday about stupid stuff, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go Saturday.  I of course ended up going.  I met a few of his friends I hadn't met yet.  And it was a lot of fun.  He had a bonfire and we just hung out all night.  All of his friends I have met so far have been way nice and very very complimentary.  Which is ALWAYS nice!  I always think "hey I'll take pictures this time!"  But I don't... ever!  He's cute, he took care of me Saturday.  Soooo cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to breakfast and rented two movies and laid on the couches all day!  I'm so happy I can't even believe how I was a couple days ago... of course things aren't perfect all the time, but I was just being so dumb and stressing about stupid stuff!  I honestly can't believe how dumb I was being!  At least I have amazing friends that will listen to my crazy talk and help me out!  I'm a lucky girl!  We talked about me going to his parents house Sunday to meet them... eeeek pretty freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April fools day and I get this text message from Quin...&lt;br /&gt;Quin: "what are you telling Kelly?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "about what?"&lt;br /&gt;Quin: "Kelly is texting me your pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAHA babe it's April fools!  What is she saying?"&lt;br /&gt;Quin: "She asked if I'm happy you're pregnant and I said April fools.  And she said oh I'm not suppose to tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAHA!  ask Rob who put her up to it!"&lt;br /&gt;Quin: "He doesn't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is my supervisor that set me and Quin up.  Rob (Quin and Kelly's best friend) had text Kelly to have me or her tell Quin I was pregnant as an April fools joke!  If I would have done it he would have done the freak out!  I didn't know Kelly was going to do it but it was still funny!!  I'm sure he freaked for a second!  I was talking to Kelly and she's like if you two get married it's all because of me!!  HAHA crazy lady!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3149682949476387707?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3149682949476387707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3149682949476387707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3149682949476387707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3149682949476387707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-up-your-throat-and-scream.html' title='Open Up Your Throat and Scream!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3124278886916321431</id><published>2008-04-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:03:20.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures From Easter Weekend **WARNING:  there might be a lot!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know I said it before but we took 3 disposable cameras and used them all!  Some pictures are really dumb, some didn't come out... but we still got a hell of a lot of pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Kr3Wmv8-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/W50UOCT1ovo/s1600-h/174878-R1-19-5A_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Kr3Wmv8-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/W50UOCT1ovo/s200/174878-R1-19-5A_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184395088506123234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Lindsay, Erin, Me, and Brocker.  I love Brock to DEATH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KryWmv89I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GmYhe13YmPM/s1600-h/174878-R1-18-6A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KryWmv89I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GmYhe13YmPM/s200/174878-R1-18-6A_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184395002606777298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Erin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KrrGmv88I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FP8-vLeIk84/s1600-h/174878-R1-02-22A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KrrGmv88I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FP8-vLeIk84/s200/174878-R1-02-22A_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184394878052725698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Jeremy.  Dave's thing is to "throw em up!"  or "Peace!"  I don't know he's crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KrkGmv87I/AAAAAAAAAGw/S-wpqDmIXsE/s1600-h/174876-R1-20-1A_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KrkGmv87I/AAAAAAAAAGw/S-wpqDmIXsE/s200/174876-R1-20-1A_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184394757793641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Chris giving Dave a lap dance??  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KpNmmv86I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6m8t6ncbGys/s1600-h/174876-R1-16-6A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KpNmmv86I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6m8t6ncbGys/s200/174876-R1-16-6A_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184392172223329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    And now Dustin giving Chris a lap dance??  Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                    Jenny's always watching?....  Creepy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KpFWmv85I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-eByk7DRkTw/s1600-h/174876-R1-13-11A_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KpFWmv85I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-eByk7DRkTw/s200/174876-R1-13-11A_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184392030489408402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Tiff, Dustin, and Jenny.  Trying to lift him.  HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Ko9mmv84I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RIQSmuNdJ20/s1600-h/174876-R1-10-15A_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Ko9mmv84I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RIQSmuNdJ20/s200/174876-R1-10-15A_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391897345422210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     I don't know if I put this one before.  Brock and his girl friend Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Ko2mmv83I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ACP5eQwol40/s1600-h/174876-R1-04-21A_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Ko2mmv83I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ACP5eQwol40/s200/174876-R1-04-21A_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391777086337906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Well Chris looks gay!  I don't know what they're doing!!!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KoyWmv82I/AAAAAAAAAGI/N5ETtPk03Ho/s1600-h/174876-R1-02-23A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_KoyWmv82I/AAAAAAAAAGI/N5ETtPk03Ho/s200/174876-R1-02-23A_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391704071893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3124278886916321431?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3124278886916321431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3124278886916321431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3124278886916321431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3124278886916321431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pictures-from-easter-weekend.html' title='More Pictures From Easter Weekend **WARNING:  there might be a lot!**'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R_Kr3Wmv8-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/W50UOCT1ovo/s72-c/174878-R1-19-5A_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-3140412262227844821</id><published>2008-03-25T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:23:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at the Dunes With a Bunch of Gynas and Munchers!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been up to a lot lately, just too busy I guess to write about it.  The weekend before we went out to the Dunes I spent pretty much my whole weekend with Quin out in Provo.  Friday night I just hung out with him and a couple of his friends, and then Saturday my supervisor (that is his friend) threw a birthday party for one of the guys in my department out in Provo.   So it was a good weekend!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year our group of friends go out to the sand dunes for Easter.  It's something that all their families have done forever!  It use to be a lot more family I guess then it is now.  Pretty much most of the guys grew riding dirt bikes together and love riding!  Last year some of the couples had brought their kids, so it's kind of like their family traditions now.  I had gone with Dave, Tiff, and Jeremy Tiff's little brother.  We got there pretty early on Friday at like 2 pm or so and picked a camp ground big enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lBz2mv8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aBikieladhw/s1600-h/174876-R1-06-19A_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lBz2mv8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aBikieladhw/s200/174876-R1-06-19A_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181745205353640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Tiff Friday night.  She's like a sister to us and we actually lived together for a couple months before now.  She's a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lBkmmv8tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cDM-UKYttDw/s1600-h/174876-R1-09-16A_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lBkmmv8tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cDM-UKYttDw/s200/174876-R1-09-16A_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744943360635602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dan.  He lived with Chris and Jenny in CA for awhile.  I've know him since before I even moved here!  I think the only time I see him really anymore is when we're camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAv2mv8sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_OkzA1G3XEg/s1600-h/174878-R1-21-3A_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAv2mv8sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_OkzA1G3XEg/s200/174878-R1-21-3A_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744037122536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, Me, Tiff, and Chris.  Us girls changed hats a millions times!  Jenny went and bought Chris this Duff beer hat that I'm pretty sure everyone wore as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAWGmv8qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FPM55HPp38I/s1600-h/174878-R1-16-8A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAWGmv8qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FPM55HPp38I/s200/174878-R1-16-8A_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743594740904610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, Adam, and Me.  Adam is Chris' brother and I've known him forever and I feel like he's become a brother to me just like Chris.  I always have so much fun with him!  And then Erin is Adam's girlfriend.  And I met her before they were together from work.  She's a lot of fun too and Saturday night I sat and talked to her forever about problems I was having there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAPmmv8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r6oPua1_740/s1600-h/174878-R1-14-10A_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAPmmv8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r6oPua1_740/s200/174878-R1-14-10A_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743483071754898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Tiff, me, and Jenny again with our some what matching hats!!  I seriously love these two so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAGmmv8oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/94EWjgjXZkQ/s1600-h/174878-R1-09-15A_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lAGmmv8oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/94EWjgjXZkQ/s200/174878-R1-09-15A_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743328452932226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple years back one of our friends Candice came up with calling whores at the dunes Sandgynas.  Last year it caught on with all of us there and we had came up with calling guys sandmunchers.  Well it's turned into something more of a joke then us being mean.  This is Adam and Dustin who is one of Adams close friends.  Dustin does this Sandmuncher pride yell and dance and it's soooo funny!  This was in the middle of the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_eGmv8mI/AAAAAAAAADw/nebpJfbjDNI/s1600-h/174878-R1-03-21A_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_eGmv8mI/AAAAAAAAADw/nebpJfbjDNI/s200/174878-R1-03-21A_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742632668230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Tiff again!  I don't know what's up with my smile in this one!  It's weird though and someone from work actually asked me who that was.  I was like ME!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_Qmmv8kI/AAAAAAAAADg/pWvJDQYGUWs/s1600-h/174878-R1-01-23A_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_Qmmv8kI/AAAAAAAAADg/pWvJDQYGUWs/s200/174878-R1-01-23A_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742400739996226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny and Erin hanging out in Dave and Tiff's trailer.  We were probably getting ready or something.  I think Erin's holding toilet paper HAHA!  Dave and Tiff's trailer is awesome.  There's another bench across from where they're sitting and both benches fold up and the back wall comes down so you can fit your bikes and 4 wheelers in it.  It's a toy hauler.  It's pretty big too.  Then there's a queen size bed that comes down from the ceiling, a kitchen and a bathroom.  This is the trailer I stayed in and we froze because the battery wasn't staying charged and so the only time the heater would work was when the generator was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_FWmv8jI/AAAAAAAAADY/FbiShdM_J7I/s1600-h/174877-R1-17-3A_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k_FWmv8jI/AAAAAAAAADY/FbiShdM_J7I/s200/174877-R1-17-3A_018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742207466467890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nick he's Adam and Chris' cousin.  He's married to one of our good friends Tracy and they have Brooklyn.  I love them both!  Nick has always been really protective about who I date.  He's gotten mad before about guys I've brought around.  Him and Nate his brother showed up Saturday afternoon.  This was after I thought they weren't coming so it was a pretty good surprise to see them!  Although Tracy didn't come it was still fun to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-_Wmv8iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BVCRCsFXxI4/s1600-h/174877-R1-06-18A_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-_Wmv8iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BVCRCsFXxI4/s200/174877-R1-06-18A_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742104387252770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there's Nate...  I met him last out of all of my good friends.  He wasn't really around much when I use to visit and then when I moved here.  I would say maybe at the beginning of the summer last year we started hanging out a lot and got really close.  He would come camping with us every weekend and I'd hang out with him and his mom during the week watching movies.  I use to not be able to do anything without at least inviting him.  I'd say I became the closest to him for awhile.  He is very protective also of me and who I date.  It's like having three older brothers with Nick, Chris, and Nate.  I love it!  There's so much I can say about Nate but I'll go on forever.  This picture is pretty horrible of both of us but I at least had to put him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-2Wmv8hI/AAAAAAAAADI/CAan96q6lfo/s1600-h/174877-R1-15-5A_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-2Wmv8hI/AAAAAAAAADI/CAan96q6lfo/s200/174877-R1-15-5A_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181741949768430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is just funny.  Nate, me, and Chris.  It's not the best but this is what it's like camping with us.  It's so much fun and I have a blast every time.  I couldn't ask for a better group of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-qmmv8gI/AAAAAAAAADA/pavRSd_ohdo/s1600-h/174877-R1-18-2A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-k-qmmv8gI/AAAAAAAAADA/pavRSd_ohdo/s200/174877-R1-18-2A_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181741747904967170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is the VERY best!!  I had to put it up!!  For some reason Adam looks like he's about to cry or fall asleep in every picture that he's in.  Tiff and I had gotten 3 cameras for the trip and filled them all!  So this does not even dent the pictures we have.  But for some reason a huge thing with our friends is to take a picture of someone when they're not expecting it and flash it right in their eyes.  We love it for some reason!  I totally forgot to put the picture up of me after a ride we went on.  I was following Tiff who had Jenny on the back and if you're following someone you're constantly eating their dust!  And I was COVERED in sand!  It happened a million times last year and Tiff insisted on getting a picture of it this year.  It's embarrassing!  HAHA!  I'll put it up another time.  I seriously have so many more pictures.  I just didn't want it to get boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend all in all.  There was more drama then there's ever been but it didn't stop us from having fun... well most of us at least!  Sunday had come to fast and as soon as we woke up we packed up and left and only a few people were even awake.  I can't wait for the summer, this is always the kick off to summer and it always gets me so excited!  This year will be a blast on the boat and I can't wait!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck with Quin coming though, he went camping with his friends.  I missed him of course but I had so much fun without him and I was able to do whatever I wanted or talked to whoever I wanted without worrying about anyone else.  I guess I've just been single for too long it's weird to think about doing this kind of stuff with a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't wait for the fun that is summer!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-3140412262227844821?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/3140412262227844821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=3140412262227844821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3140412262227844821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/3140412262227844821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-at-dunes-with-bunch-of-gynas-and.html' title='Easter at the Dunes With a Bunch of Gynas and Munchers!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R-lBz2mv8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aBikieladhw/s72-c/174876-R1-06-19A_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-6784569526572849411</id><published>2008-03-14T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:18:43.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava Elizabeth Shean</title><content type='html'>My sister Vauri gave birth to my niece Ava Elizabeth Shean this morning!  I think she looks like Jay.  I stole this picture from Linds!  HAHA!  I can't wait to see her!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9rrPbaPOuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/96cvM4MLMJo/s1600-h/Ava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9rrPbaPOuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/96cvM4MLMJo/s200/Ava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177709371904178914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-6784569526572849411?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/6784569526572849411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=6784569526572849411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6784569526572849411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6784569526572849411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/03/ava-elizabeth-shean.html' title='Ava Elizabeth Shean'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9rrPbaPOuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/96cvM4MLMJo/s72-c/Ava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-6478362000627911202</id><published>2008-03-13T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:47:26.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had such a fun weekend! Along with a lot of drama!</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun weekend!  Along with a lot of drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went and finally bought Bailey's birthday presents, I went a little nuts!  I've been doing that lately.  I ended up buying the cutest water sprinkler thing.  It has a slide, a ton of sprinklers shooting up and other things to play on.  It says there's 6 things to play on.  It's so cute and it's just for babies!  I kept telling people she can have her best friends over and play in it.  They pretty much all said the same thing?  She's only one isn't she?  HAHA I was joking but it's true all our friends will have their kids over to play with Bailey.  Anyway Quin came and picked me up from work and we went to dinner.  Jenny had called me earlier upset about her hair so when Quin asked me what I wanted to do after dinner I told him I had to go home to try and fix her hair.  Anyway Jenny ended up on not coming to my house, I was too tired to go there.  So I wrapped up Bay's presents and I wish I would have taken a picture because it was so cute all wrapped up!  Me and Tiff got in the hot tub and had our usual vent session in there.  Great therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big day!  Bay's birthday!  I can't believe she is already one!  Looking at her, I'm always saying she's too small to be that old!  I miss her being a baby and her cuddling up when you would hold her.  I'm so excited though to see her grow up, for some reason I can't wait to hear her talk and hear what her voice will be like.  I also can't imagine having my own kids after seeing how I feel about my nephew and niece... kind of scary to think about!  The birthday party was fun but I was starting to feel so sick I could tell a bad cold was on the way!  I wish again I would have taken pictures but I felt so crappy!  Valentine's day Quin had gotten me tickets to linkin park... I honestly never really liked them until their newest album came out and Adam had ended up burning it for me.  I mentioned to Quin that they were coming and he suggested we go.  This was awhile before valentine's day even.  Anyway I had gotten a text from him in the afternoon asking what I thought about bringing a friend.  He had said he was tired and wasn't sure he wanted to go.  Well I got mad  because we had been planning it for so long and at the last second he says he doesn't want to go.  So we got in a huge fight and I decided I didn't even want to go anymore!  At Bay's birthday party my friends were talking to me and telling me I should still go and one said he would be so mad if I wasted those tickets that I didn't even buy!  People had kept telling me they would go with me.  So I told Tiff to call her mom and see if she would watch Kalon, she did and she would.  So we ran home changed and left.  Tiff's boyfriend was there too but in better seats HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that with how much money my stupid phone was that it was would take better pictures then it does!  My crappy phones had awesome cameras, my razor probably had the best camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Tiff... We took this picture a million times trying to get it, oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxQbaPOtI/AAAAAAAAACw/ik4toEQ7LNk/s1600-h/meandtiff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxQbaPOtI/AAAAAAAAACw/ik4toEQ7LNk/s200/meandtiff2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177293773688748754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiff's phone broke a couple weeks ago, and the phone she's been using doesn't have a camera so she told me to take some with mine... well we were pretty far back, and again my camera phone is horrible!  But she was saying at least you can get somewhat of a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxL7aPOsI/AAAAAAAAACo/2IsAQxi7c9A/s1600-h/Linkinpark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxL7aPOsI/AAAAAAAAACo/2IsAQxi7c9A/s200/Linkinpark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177293696379337410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures make it seem like we were in a different building they look so far away!!!  We weren't that far away!!  HAHA!  They crack me up how small they are... we could actually see the stage and everything.  Well Tiff could better then me because I didn't have glasses on.  Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxIbaPOrI/AAAAAAAAACg/JZ3FqWRJ-D0/s1600-h/Linkinpark2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxIbaPOrI/AAAAAAAAACg/JZ3FqWRJ-D0/s200/Linkinpark2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177293636249795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what the deal is, why we look GREEN?  That's pretty weird!  But here's another try at the perfect picture!  HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxBbaPOqI/AAAAAAAAACY/SbuCcPJDM6E/s1600-h/meandtiff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxBbaPOqI/AAAAAAAAACY/SbuCcPJDM6E/s200/meandtiff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177293515990710946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was sooooo much fun!  I haven't had that much fun in a long time!  I knew I would have fun with her, we always do!  And the tickets were free, who could ask for a better deal!  After that, the cold I felt coming on had hit hard!  I lost my voice, I'm sure it has a lot to do with me screaming at the concert.  But I could barely talk and my voice is finally starting to come back and I'm not sounding so much like a guy.  Jenny called me monday, I had stayed home from work and she's like "I can not understand you, your phone keeps cutting out!"  I was like "Jenny that is my voice not my phone!"  HAHA!  Me and Quin and still fighting over the whole situation, but we've made some progress too.  So we'll see what comes from this all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works been crazy too much too even talk about... but at least I have a job still!  I need to go buy a camera!  I lost mine in Las Vegas this last summer and I hate not having one.  Until there, not so many pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-6478362000627911202?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/6478362000627911202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=6478362000627911202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6478362000627911202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6478362000627911202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-such-fun-weekend-along-with-lot.html' title='I had such a fun weekend! Along with a lot of drama!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R9lxQbaPOtI/AAAAAAAAACw/ik4toEQ7LNk/s72-c/meandtiff2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-6798552413526599578</id><published>2008-02-28T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:15:17.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Bored!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at work waiting to go to lunch, sweet tomato if you were wondering. With Adam and Krisit... I don't know have a lot of pictures on my computer at work, but I thought I 'd put some funny ones up at least. We went sledding before Christmas as a department. It's a "training day" but I think it's just an excuse to get out and have fun together. So we went up to Heber and they have these sledding hills and the best part about is, is that all you do is attach your tube to a pully thing and it pulls you up the hill. It's the lazy version of sledding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cF2yxMYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/9erZ8z8iij8/s1600-h/Sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cF2yxMYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/9erZ8z8iij8/s200/Sledding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172109135957483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were only aloud to have I think up to 5 people attached to each other at a time, so we would all hold on and race another group down the hill.  It was hilarious!!  This is me, Kelly, and Laarni at the bottom of the hill.  I seriously laughed so hard the entire time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cGxixMYWI/AAAAAAAAABs/rOGKA6lXOwQ/s1600-h/kellyLaarniMe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cGxixMYWI/AAAAAAAAABs/rOGKA6lXOwQ/s200/kellyLaarniMe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172110145274798434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Adam before we left.  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cHWixMYXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-XC376dg7qo/s1600-h/Me+and+Adam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cHWixMYXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-XC376dg7qo/s200/Me+and+Adam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172110780929958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I'm going to lunch.  That was pretty fun!  Oh and I talked about how we were going snow shoeing before, and it was actually a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-6798552413526599578?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/6798552413526599578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=6798552413526599578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6798552413526599578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/6798552413526599578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/02/pretty-bored.html' title='Pretty Bored!'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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/_SbiWoqbcw94/R8cF2yxMYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/9erZ8z8iij8/s72-c/Sledding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068543298429460407.post-7571356371904780570</id><published>2008-02-19T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:01:11.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>We just had a three day weekend!  It was so nice!!  Jenny left to CA Saturday, and I miss Bailey more then anything!  Saturday night a few of us from work went over to my supervisors house and hung out, we had a lot of fun!  Monday me and Tiff went looking at cars for me, just to see what kind of car I wanted and see prices and stuff.  Well I want a nissan altima so bad!  That's what Tiff has, so we checked it out and ended up talking to a salesman.  I was just interested in what my credit was like, and if I was even able to get into a car.  Well turns out that I'm not able to HAHA!  Sad but good that I wasn't able to yesterday or who knows maybe I would have had a new car and been screwed because of my credit.  Well the only thing I have on my credit is a discover card that had gone delinquent.   Well after talking to my other roommate Dave, he was saying it doesn't make sense to try to build your credit on bad credit.  Why not pay off your discover card, and start building it before you look at new cars... Something me and Tiff didn't even think about before we went looking.  Well I had about $1000 in the bank I could have put down on a car, so I called discover card today and FINALLY just paid it off!!!  It is such a good feeling!!!!!!!!!!!!  It's been since 2002 I've been trying to pay that thing down.  And it wasn't even as high as I thought it was!  The funny part is, after telling a few people at work how excited I was to pay if off my phone rang, I answered it and it was discover card because my payment was due on the 14th.  It was such a good feeling telling them "Oh I just paid it off!"  Anyway all the people in my family should know how excited I am about it, I would think ESPECIALLY my dad who is always reminding me about it.  So it looks like it's time to start building my credit so I can get a car on my own, with my credit and hopefully no help from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're having an elite retreat... it's something my department does where we take a day off and go do something as a department and also get "trained" on something new.  I'm pretty sure we're going snow shoeing.  I'm pretty over the winter right now and wasn't too excited about it, but I've never been and it will be a new experience for me.  So I'm not hating the idea anymore.  I'm a little excited to see what it will be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-7571356371904780570?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/7571356371904780570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=7571356371904780570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7571356371904780570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/7571356371904780570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-4342414698287183149</id><published>2008-02-15T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:44:22.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny tagged me for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;The rules of the Game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Each player answers questions about themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;  At the end, the player then "tags" 2 people and posts their names at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You then go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;their page leaving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;them a comment letting them know they've been       tagged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; refer to your post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was 14 and a freshman in High School... and by the way it took me and Kristi like 15 minutes to figure that out, not how old I was but what grade I was in!!!!  I was a cheerleader for Westminster, I'm pretty sure my best friend was Jasmine.  We would follow the rest of the cheerleaders around meeting people!  It was so much fun, no responsibilities, ditching school!!!  HAHA&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that are on my "to do" list for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;   1. Go to lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    2. Go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    3. Take a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    4. Hang out with Tiff tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    5. Get in the hot tub and play guitar hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;I Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Playing with Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with Quin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Boating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My aunt Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The hot tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;When me and Quin are lazy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;What would I do if  I suddenly became a hundred Millionaire?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Pay off all my debt, buy a new car or 5!  Buy a house, go shopping everyday all day long!  And not give any of it away to anyone!  It's all mine!  haha jk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;5  Jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-In no order, this was hard, I really haven't worked too many places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt; 1. XANGO, longest job I've ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    2. Direct TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    3. Jamba Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;    4. Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things people don't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea so you probably already know this about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1.&lt;/span&gt; On the weekends I lay in bed watching food network all morning and usually afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    2.&lt;/span&gt; I am extremely shy when I first meet people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    3.&lt;/span&gt; I hate taking showers (but of course I do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    4. &lt;/span&gt;Right now I have a huge erge to get married... I don't know what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;    5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; I want a new car right now more then anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I Tag...... I don't have anyone to tag... Sorry I broke the chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-4342414698287183149?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/4342414698287183149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=4342414698287183149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4342414698287183149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/4342414698287183149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/02/jenny-tagged-me-for-this.html' title='Jenny tagged me for this'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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-5068543298429460407.post-8816043714422781097</id><published>2008-02-13T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:33:36.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Sooooooo I was looking through some blogs today and saw that everyone has a blog, and I thought I'd get in on the action.  The only person that knows I have one is Kristi who sits next to me at work.  She asked what I was going to write in it... And I said I don't know I'm pretty boring!!!  Which is true and sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who doesn't know I'm living in South Jordan with Dave, Tiff, and their baby Kalon.  It's a lot of fun, Tiff is one of my best friends and we gang up on Dave and laugh at him!  Kalon is 1 and a half and so entertaining!  I miss living with Chris, Jenny, and Bailey.  I loved coming home and playing with Bebe!  She is the best ever!!!  They came over on Sunday and just hung out because we're all getting cabin fever from being stuck in doors because winter never ends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at XANGO, I have a much better job now where I am not baby sat constantly!  I work with the premiers in our company, which are the top sellers.  I work in the same department as Adam, Chris' brother.  Who is like a brother to me so we have a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dating a guy name Quin who lives in Provo.  The drive sucks but it's worth it I think!  Valentine's day is tomorrow.  He is a football FREAK and his favorite team is the Denver Broncos.  So I went just a little crazy getting him Bronco crap.  One of his best friends is my supervisor so she went shopping with me and finally she was like Okay Lisa I think that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much that's it.  I'm all caught up.  Life is so boring right now while it's still cold!  At lunch today we were all talking about going boating, camping, and everything to do with summer and I just can not wait!!!  And just so you know it's like a blizzard outside!!  This winter I swear it's never going to end!!!!  It's been one storm after another.  The other week I got stuck in the snow trying to get to work and Dave had to push me out.  Super bowl sunday Quin came and picked me up and got stuck in our drive way!  You really have no idea how sick of it I am!  I get all worked up about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it... Boring I know!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5068543298429460407-8816043714422781097?l=lisaface100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/feeds/8816043714422781097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5068543298429460407&amp;postID=8816043714422781097' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8816043714422781097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5068543298429460407/posts/default/8816043714422781097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaface100.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Lisa Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531915851203645891</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
