<?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-4563848769870217461</id><updated>2011-09-28T11:23:46.348-07:00</updated><category term='trails'/><category term='Promotion emotions'/><category term='beach'/><category term='disneyland'/><category term='rond'/><category term='updates'/><category term='school'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='promotion dance'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='rope course'/><category term='junior lifeguards'/><category term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><subtitle type='html'>short stories about me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-8044960835566521921</id><published>2010-12-29T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:43:39.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whooooaaaoaoaa woowhaoahao kazowzky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have not written on this blog for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha annyywwaayys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few updates:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in ninth grade&lt;br /&gt;-I go to FVHS&lt;br /&gt;-I'm on the surf team at school&lt;br /&gt;-I am a mormon ( just in case I forget)&lt;br /&gt;-My favorite color is yellow&lt;br /&gt;-I'm taking an honors english class that I absolutely hate&lt;br /&gt;-Ever since we got a new computer I haven't been able to sign in as the owner of my blog on that computer which means I cant do pictures on this blog until i find out how to sign in on that computer. (the computer that I'm blogging on right now cannot be used for pictures)&lt;br /&gt;-So basically I'm a bad blogger&lt;br /&gt;-Hey at least I have a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll just have to stop being lazy.  I'm even on winter break right now and have been bored all week!!  wow.  At least this post shows my personality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*note to self: NEVER take an honors english class again as long as you live.&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/4563848769870217461-8044960835566521921?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8044960835566521921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=8044960835566521921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/8044960835566521921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/8044960835566521921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/12/whooooaaaoaoaa-woowhaoahao-kazowzky-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-692985169863056365</id><published>2010-07-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:11:57.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt; is hard because you have to keep up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-6HmaYYkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KASmR7l99Do/s1600/Photo+687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-6HmaYYkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KASmR7l99Do/s320/Photo+687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498818309775712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-6HW6B4SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aLqeF-kUM6s/s1600/Photo+609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-6HW6B4SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aLqeF-kUM6s/s320/Photo+609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498818305613488418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-7P1ApLwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BQ7h-rL8l2Y/s1600/Photo+652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-7P1ApLwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BQ7h-rL8l2Y/s320/Photo+652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498819550644875010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogging is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-692985169863056365?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/692985169863056365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=692985169863056365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/692985169863056365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/692985169863056365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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/_OG_NMih3MAw/TE-6HmaYYkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KASmR7l99Do/s72-c/Photo+687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-2193623292111591204</id><published>2010-06-30T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:34:39.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior lifeguards'/><title type='text'>Shower, Eat, Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have not been blogging for a couple of days because I come home from junior guards and am soooo tired.  When I come home, I take a shower, eat dinner, and then go to bed.  Isn't that the best?  Well, I have to stay awake tonight because I have plans, so I have time to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Junior lifeguards starts at1:00- 4:30.  We do a lot of different activities like body surfing, running, and this pier orientation.  the pier orientation was when we learned a little about the pier and then had to go underneath and hold on to the pillars.  We have a lifeguard floaty thing and a safety aid with us.  We move from pillar to pillar under the pier until we get deeper and deeper into the water.  When we are over head deep, we get out of the water.  The waves come and crash through the pier's pillars and we are somewhat protected and don't get thrashed around since we are hiding behind the pillars.  This may seem like a pointless exercise, but it was to get us junior lifeguards more familiar with the pier since I guess we use it a lot?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;whew.......  That was long and confusing and hard to explain.  Now I'm even more tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;   love Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-2193623292111591204?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2193623292111591204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=2193623292111591204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2193623292111591204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2193623292111591204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/shower-eat-sleep.html' title='Shower, Eat, Sleep'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-7659608414054354562</id><published>2010-06-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:50:28.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rope course'/><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yesterday, I got home from Girl's Camp.  It was a very fun experience&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One of my favorite activities was going on a rope course.  The ropes were attached to the near top of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;TALL tree.  We had a harness type thing attached to us with a rope.  (Like rock climbing)  Then, we had to climb about thirty feet up the tree&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Once we got to the top of the tree, we had to walk on a rope to another tree.  Of course we held on to another rope above our heads.  I know that this is confusing... oh well. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, now I'm back, but extremely tired, so I'll be able to post again soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-7659608414054354562?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7659608414054354562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=7659608414054354562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7659608414054354562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7659608414054354562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-7028236393998031162</id><published>2010-06-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:51:11.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to a summer kickoff beach party with a lot of my friends.  It was an amazing day.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sand was super hot.  On top of that, the water was almost 70 degrees and surprisingly clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you can assume how my day went.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-7028236393998031162?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7028236393998031162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=7028236393998031162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7028236393998031162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7028236393998031162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-day.html' title='A Perfect Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-2523719191272263885</id><published>2010-06-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:27:31.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promotion emotions'/><title type='text'>Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;  The day finally came!  But one half of me did not want to graduate.  It was sad seeing and hearing your teachers wave and then tell you goodbye.  It was also sad to say goodbye to some students that you've known for three years while at middle school.  It was strange that I was leaving a small school where everyone knows each other.  It was weird that I would never go to Fulton again and that I am going to a brand new school with brand new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The other half of me is excited and happy that I am moving on to a school where I will meet many more friends and more teachers.  I am excited that there will be many more opportunities and activities that will open up.  I am also glad that I am becoming more independent and will have more freedoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Despite all of these details, I am grateful that this summer came and that I survived the challenges and loads of homework that middle school provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new;" src="file:///Users/jenniferhafen/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBv97Nnf_1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9jYXMcrqzYQ/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-family: courier new;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBv97Nnf_1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9jYXMcrqzYQ/s320/IMG_4556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484256164963155794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But I know that high school provides a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-2523719191272263885?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2523719191272263885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=2523719191272263885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2523719191272263885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2523719191272263885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes-today-finally-came.html' title='Graduate'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBv97Nnf_1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9jYXMcrqzYQ/s72-c/IMG_4556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-9080821668202031163</id><published>2010-06-16T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:57:54.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As mentioned in previous posts, our 8th grade class took a trip to Disneyland today.  We were there from about 9:30am to 5:30pm, 8 hours!  It was soooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on ten different rides.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ten rides including Captain EO.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That is VERY good for a VERY crowded day.  My three other friends and I walked around together all day and now my feet hurt like crazy!  Tomorrow is 8th grade promotion and the last day of school.  I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I'm doing junior guards over the summer?  Well I know that is random, but I had to squeeze that in there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Em &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/4563848769870217461-9080821668202031163?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9080821668202031163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=9080821668202031163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/9080821668202031163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/9080821668202031163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow-is-last-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the Last Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-5632019694550491177</id><published>2010-06-15T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:01:46.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion dance'/><title type='text'>Promotion Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBgBzYqKVSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LOtvlBJ3Skw/s1600/IMG_4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBgBzYqKVSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LOtvlBJ3Skw/s320/IMG_4503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483134528627823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This picture really has nothing to do with my post, but I thought that it was a cute picture of my three year old cousin, Ben.  This was when we were in Missouri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Last Friday, there was a graduation dance.  Me and three other best friends of mine went together.  It was Mardi Gras (is that how you spell it?) themed and they had a buffet table that had loads of food and desserts.  We got sick off of treats and then went out and danced on the dance floor.  &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBgET4Se2SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rwXTpWgLTWA/s1600/IMG_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBgET4Se2SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rwXTpWgLTWA/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483137285897509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is a picture of me (left) and one of my friends (right) in our dance dresses.  The dance was uber fun the whole time and at the end, balloons fell from the ceiling and flooded the ground.  On our way out of the dance, they handed us candy lays and Fulton (my school) t-shirts.  The whole experience was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-5632019694550491177?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5632019694550491177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=5632019694550491177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/5632019694550491177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/5632019694550491177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/promotion-dance.html' title='Promotion Dance'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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/_OG_NMih3MAw/TBgBzYqKVSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LOtvlBJ3Skw/s72-c/IMG_4503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-4639393385264495841</id><published>2010-06-09T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:21:52.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trails'/><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I didn't write last week.&lt;br /&gt;I was is in Missouri with my mother, sister and grandma to visit my cousins.,  It was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the plane at about 6:00.  I was scared on the first flight but got used to it after a while.  We went to a little ice cream shop that was shaped like an ice cream cone.  It was 50s themed and was so cute.  To the left of the shop was a little play area for kids with a volleyball net and a bucket of balls and tennis rackets and fun play toys like that.  Behind the ice cream shop, there were covered tables, a sandbox, jump ropes, hula hoops and bubbles.  My cousins ran around as I finished up my banana malt. Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a river/pond with beautiful, tall trees surrounding it.  I say river/pond because it was as wide as a big river, but didn't flow like a pond.  ( I don't know what it's called, so I'll just call it a rond.)  Anyways,  we also walked through a beautiful trail that had great trees and little bike trails that disapeared into the forest on either sides of the trail.  It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bub bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-4639393385264495841?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4639393385264495841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=4639393385264495841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4639393385264495841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4639393385264495841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-7022741249928118809</id><published>2010-05-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:46:37.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I forgot that I own a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will try to write at least once a week.  I've been pretty busy (lazy) and haven't had enough time to write anything.  Oh well.  Today at my school we had Lunch on the Lawn.  It's when all of the parents come to your school and eat lunch with you and embarress you all at the same time.  My parents brought me a subway sandwich.  Despite the time when my dad asked me what I would do if he got up and danced to the music they were playing ( and gave me a little demonstration in his chair) the whole picnic was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Next week, me, my sister, my mom, and my great grandma are traveling on a 4 hour airplane flight to visit some of our cousins that we haven't seen in quite a long time.  My great grandma is about 93 and you can only imagine what she talks about 24-7. ( Just in case you don't have a living 93- year- old grandma- the depression, what she ate during the depression, how she lived through the depression, what she used to own during the depression, her childhood, etc.)  This is going to be really fun.  yeah. ( I love great grandma:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am very glad that school is almost out.  Summer is the best time of the year.  Especially since this year I'm doing Junior Guards during the summer.  Most of my best friends from church and school are doing it too so I'll get to see them every week day.  That's cool.  Next year, I'll be a freshman in high school.  I am also going to join the surf team that they have going over there.  I'm excited for high school and scared at the same time.  I'm excited because I'm tired of middle school and scared because it's just plain intimidating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, my life is not too exciting so I have nothing else to say. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love, Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-7022741249928118809?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7022741249928118809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=7022741249928118809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7022741249928118809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/7022741249928118809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-forgot-that-i-own-blog.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-6689161444776426931</id><published>2008-09-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:00:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY Late Post</title><content type='html'>Well, the title pretty much says it all.  This is a very late post and its all about the first day of school.  School.  Where do I begin?  I begin at the beginning of course.  Waking up to my alarm was frustrating but I eventually got up from what seemed to be a long summer snooze.  I slipped my clothes on and ran out the door ready for an adventure.  I rode my bike with my buddies through the humid mist to the enchanted innersection where the royal crossing guard escorted us across the street.  When we got to the school, we ran to our homerooms and sat down.  My homeroom was the Mr. Noyes with History.  We had to go through a lot of rules and everything and then finally we went to second period...The Sarcastic Mr. Wesley.  He teaches Science and makes it really fun.  So does Mr. Noyes.  They are really great!  (BREAK...RECESS) Third period is Mrs. Warren ONE of the best English teachers on the planet.  She has a dry sense of humor and has a real charm to her.  The broken part on the charm is that we have a book report due every Thursday with her!  But they are fun to do and we learn a lot.  Fourth Period is the serious Mr. Rybacki.  He's cool. He teaches Math and that is NOT a good subject of mine.  (BREAK...LUNCHTIME)  Then there's my life saver...my elective.  My elective is Cooking with Mrs. Warren again! Yah! (good thing we don't have a book report due every Thursday)  Then there's the Physical Education.  Notice I call it Physical Education instead of P.E.-just notice.  Then for the ride home on my royal carriage. (I wish~its really a beach crusier)  When I get home, I act like its summer again and that's my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-6689161444776426931?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6689161444776426931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=6689161444776426931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6689161444776426931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6689161444776426931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-late-post.html' title='A VERY Late Post'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-9033688930793006352</id><published>2008-08-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:37:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Rootbeer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This recipe makes 5 gallons of root beer~A LOT!!!  These are the ingredients-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 pounds of granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;-2 pounds of packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZLe0DkyiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F9cHSXAlRzE/s1600-h/IMG_9364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZLe0DkyiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F9cHSXAlRzE/s320/IMG_9364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230451009979206178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 gallons of lukewarm water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKY2O3rVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WjB6T_FW0ZE/s1600-h/IMG_9366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKY2O3rVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WjB6T_FW0ZE/s320/IMG_9366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230449807972609362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a whole bottle of root beer extract (concentrate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKZc1ifvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uCkoQMl2fIA/s1600-h/IMG_9369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKZc1ifvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uCkoQMl2fIA/s320/IMG_9369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230449818335346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6 pounds of dry ice&lt;br /&gt;When you put the dry ice in, it will fog and bubble like a witches brew. :) The dry ice adds carbonation.  Leave the dry ice in and stir a little bit until the sugar is dissolved and everything is mixed in.  If you are mixing it in a cooler with a spout, you may want to elevate the side with the spout so the dry ice doesn't freeze the spout (the dry ice will sink to the bottom of the cooler).  It will take a while for the dry ice to stop bubbling and fogging so you may want to leave it on it's own for a while, but don't close the lid of the cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKZmKMnuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/09y43dDwsdw/s1600-h/IMG_9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKZmKMnuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/09y43dDwsdw/s320/IMG_9374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230449820837912290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, this recipe makes 5 gallons of root beer-enough to last you a life time. :)  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKaMP6dZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Lrk1Dw8bVYo/s1600-h/IMG_9376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZKaMP6dZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Lrk1Dw8bVYo/s320/IMG_9376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230449831062435218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-9033688930793006352?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9033688930793006352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=9033688930793006352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/9033688930793006352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/9033688930793006352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy-rootbeer.html' title='Yummy Rootbeer!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SJZLe0DkyiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F9cHSXAlRzE/s72-c/IMG_9364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-6029911428793599114</id><published>2008-07-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:41:07.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St.George!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    My family and I took a trip to St. George, Utah!  These are some pictures of our awesome vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way...June 23rd at 4 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UIXlrYXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0k3QDHyeMxU/s1600-h/IMG_8846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UIXlrYXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0k3QDHyeMxU/s320/IMG_8846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490195148169586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This custard shop is the best on the planet.  I always get the same thing toasted coconut on vanilla custard...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UI1p1GbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CcnGi5bZpEU/s1600-h/IMG_8861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UI1p1GbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CcnGi5bZpEU/s320/IMG_8861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490203218647474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These shakes are the biggest ever (and the thickest).  I had decided I was into  coconut and got a coconut shake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V8jdrKaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vJPZ5PA5E84/s1600-h/IMG_9055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V8jdrKaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vJPZ5PA5E84/s320/IMG_9055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492191200651682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Jacob Hamblin home.  There are delicous peaches and grapes in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UKvEIf7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/iM79YZXwJ30/s1600-h/IMG_8974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UKvEIf7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/iM79YZXwJ30/s320/IMG_8974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490235809660850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia and I picking grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UKOX_JsI/AAAAAAAAADI/FlphWTYCViE/s1600-h/IMG_8953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UKOX_JsI/AAAAAAAAADI/FlphWTYCViE/s320/IMG_8953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490227034564290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the Hamblin home in the background and right across the road is this creek which is a virgin river tributary...fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VJ2gwgtI/AAAAAAAAADY/Wy-igTwbano/s1600-h/IMG_8983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VJ2gwgtI/AAAAAAAAADY/Wy-igTwbano/s320/IMG_8983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491320140530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking downstream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VKpgRf6I/AAAAAAAAADg/NV23rWWQhiE/s1600-h/IMG_8998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VKpgRf6I/AAAAAAAAADg/NV23rWWQhiE/s320/IMG_8998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491333828706210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother Noah caught this crawdad and I was freaking out when he stuck it in my face.  Thanks Noah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VK3AyMuI/AAAAAAAAADo/POxVTd3tHz4/s1600-h/IMG_9007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VK3AyMuI/AAAAAAAAADo/POxVTd3tHz4/s320/IMG_9007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491337454727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me jumping off a sand dune at Snow Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V9bf-j3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzofPgm2Vo0/s1600-h/IMG_9078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V9bf-j3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzofPgm2Vo0/s320/IMG_9078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492206242697074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V-FdqSOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ULtO8_mAAqc/s1600-h/IMG_9080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V-FdqSOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ULtO8_mAAqc/s320/IMG_9080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492217507268834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a small rainbow off of the edge of the cliff.  I spotted it.  Ain't it a beautiful picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V-ZfEPPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9n5O08i_Sg/s1600-h/IMG_9145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V-ZfEPPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9n5O08i_Sg/s320/IMG_9145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492222881873138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fruit and vegetable market and we are related to the owners...the Frei's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VLR5sTBI/AAAAAAAAADw/cWJfqdASQIo/s1600-h/IMG_9034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VLR5sTBI/AAAAAAAAADw/cWJfqdASQIo/s320/IMG_9034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491344672738322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad talking to the owners.  Wanda and Landon.  We were related to a lot of people in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VLnYsvLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sTMXb6iPH14/s1600-h/IMG_9040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9VLnYsvLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sTMXb6iPH14/s320/IMG_9040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491350439935154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long gone relatives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UJir1ifI/AAAAAAAAADA/0yZgRvHLK-0/s1600-h/IMG_8914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UJir1ifI/AAAAAAAAADA/0yZgRvHLK-0/s320/IMG_8914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490215306660338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating snowcones...yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V9hC6TNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r33IAfp4Jxs/s1600-h/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9V9hC6TNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r33IAfp4Jxs/s320/IMG_9098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492207731395794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These malts were so good and we found this blue bunny ice cream parlor an Main Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9Wx2uDiVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jpx1zXINvSo/s1600-h/IMG_9192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9Wx2uDiVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jpx1zXINvSo/s320/IMG_9192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493106902698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last day and we decided to play in this fountain that we found.  It was sooooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9WyCKkdmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KSdL4eT3bSQ/s1600-h/IMG_9206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9WyCKkdmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KSdL4eT3bSQ/s320/IMG_9206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493109975086690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9WygsOfHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h6lp7_4aBD8/s1600-h/IMG_9210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9WygsOfHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h6lp7_4aBD8/s320/IMG_9210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493118169316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I enjoying our last day at St.George!  We were so sad to leave :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9Wy0udnPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ldr0JKEu9uk/s1600-h/IMG_9217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9Wy0udnPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ldr0JKEu9uk/s320/IMG_9217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493123547405554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-6029911428793599114?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6029911428793599114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=6029911428793599114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6029911428793599114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6029911428793599114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/07/stgeorge.html' title='St.George!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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/_OG_NMih3MAw/SI9UIXlrYXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0k3QDHyeMxU/s72-c/IMG_8846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-2707006591322986862</id><published>2008-07-03T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:19:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance!!!</title><content type='html'>On June 30th, my mom, me, my friend Alex, and her mom went to So You Think You Can Dance!  We were front row standing up for 2 and a half hours!  Verrryyy tiring.  It was a blast until this teenager fainted in the audience and then I have no idea what brought it on but I started to not see clearly and black stripes were blocking my vision.  It was really weird.  I told my mom and she shoved some food in my mouth saying that I was probably just hungry.  That made me feel even worse.  After So You Think You Can Dance was finally over, I had a horrible headache!  We stopped by KFC on the longgggg way home because Alex and I were both feeling sick and our moms thought we were just hungry, tired and thirsty.  They were wrong...for me at least.  You probably know how long the drive is from Fountain Valley to LA.  Its pretty long and maybe half way there I started throwing up! Disgusting!  I know, it was the worst ever!!!  My mom knew I had a migraine and so did I.  We were dieing in that mini van on that long, painful night.  I threw up again right as we were finally pulling into our driveway.  My siblings were staring at me but didn't say or do anything.  When I got inside I felt the littlest bit better in my home sweet home!  I got in the bath and couldn't get comfortable so I got out and then threw up again.  Not the funnest thing.  After my fourth time of barfing I felt a little bit better.  I didn't throw up anymore and felt more and more normal as the days passed.  So much for So You Think You Can Dance!  Maybe it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-2707006591322986862?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707006591322986862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=2707006591322986862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2707006591322986862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2707006591322986862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-4021376966963777627</id><published>2008-06-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:51:56.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is picture that I painted of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;David Archuleta!&lt;/span&gt;  It's hanging up in my room and I look at it everyday!  I love David!!!(Archuleta) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SFGLNnPpkcI/AAAAAAAAACY/LLwYfLO5Wj4/s1600-h/IMG_6838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SFGLNnPpkcI/AAAAAAAAACY/LLwYfLO5Wj4/s320/IMG_6838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211099309833556418" 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/4563848769870217461-4021376966963777627?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4021376966963777627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=4021376966963777627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4021376966963777627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4021376966963777627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-archuleta.html' title='David Archuleta!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SFGLNnPpkcI/AAAAAAAAACY/LLwYfLO5Wj4/s72-c/IMG_6838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-6903190075812210122</id><published>2008-06-01T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:47:41.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Away Food Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    These are my brothers and sister and I helping my mom put away all the canned and boxed food that she had bought at Costco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SEMjJOfuchI/AAAAAAAAACA/zHKWGc77I7E/s1600-h/IMG_7876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SEMjJOfuchI/AAAAAAAAACA/zHKWGc77I7E/s320/IMG_7876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207044235587383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    My mom bought A LOT of food for our food storage and we had to put it in our house from the car but... we did much more!  We put away all of the food into our closet and stacked a bunch of the boxes on the floor.  Our closet has these racks that roll down the cans so it was sort of fun.  While we were putting that stuff away, my mom was in the kitchen.  She got a phone call from our neighbors down the street and they said that they had a BIG box of bananas that we could have(they called at the perfect time!).   Our other neighbors from across the street walked in and were pretty surprised at how much food we had gotten in one day!  To get rid of bit of stuff, we gave her some bananas gratefully.  We felt prepared for any emergency or storm that was coming our way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-6903190075812210122?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6903190075812210122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=6903190075812210122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6903190075812210122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/6903190075812210122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/06/putting-away-food-storage.html' title='Putting Away Food Storage'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SEMjJOfuchI/AAAAAAAAACA/zHKWGc77I7E/s72-c/IMG_7876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-4153898147199847579</id><published>2008-05-26T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:11:42.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a sprint triathlon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DID IT!!!!  I did the sprint triathlon! (15 laps in the pool, 12 miles on bike, and run a 5-k)   I almost died too!  These are some pictures of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me getting ready to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4J-fucdI/AAAAAAAAABg/8OMWSVG-_XI/s1600-h/IMG_7835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4J-fucdI/AAAAAAAAABg/8OMWSVG-_XI/s320/IMG_7835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885907146961362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4J-fuceI/AAAAAAAAABo/wiOso4EOM8Y/s1600-h/IMG_7840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4J-fuceI/AAAAAAAAABo/wiOso4EOM8Y/s320/IMG_7840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885907146961378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4KOfucfI/AAAAAAAAABw/IQ2_-w3Bx8E/s1600-h/IMG_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4KOfucfI/AAAAAAAAABw/IQ2_-w3Bx8E/s320/IMG_7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885911441928690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biking with my so not fast crusier!  Can you tell that I'm not competitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4KefucgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LesSCNK00Fg/s1600-h/IMG_7860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4KefucgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LesSCNK00Fg/s320/IMG_7860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885915736896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom didn't get any pictures of my run and when I past the finish line because &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I BEAT MY OWN MOM AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO THE SWIMMING!!!!!!!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhhhhh... I am so proud of myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-4153898147199847579?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4153898147199847579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=4153898147199847579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4153898147199847579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4153898147199847579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it-i-did-sprint-triathalon-15.html' title='I did a sprint triathlon!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SDt4J-fucdI/AAAAAAAAABg/8OMWSVG-_XI/s72-c/IMG_7835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-630846246415144792</id><published>2008-05-17T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:40:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SC9wrwMZX2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YCgr0ElfUMQ/s1600-h/IMG_7510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SC9wrwMZX2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YCgr0ElfUMQ/s320/IMG_7510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499991609794402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Alex wanted me to be in her church talent show with her and so I agreed to. We made up a dance to the song Bad Medicine from Bon Jovi. Trust me, it sounds easier than it actually is. We went to her church and watched a lot of good performers perform. When it was our turn, we got up on that huge, dark stage and were scared out of our brains. When we did the dance, Alex messed up once and then we did great the rest of the time. After the show, there was a band that performed and we danced, danced, danced until we were about to explode. Thank goodness for talent shows. How could I live without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SC9wsAMZX3I/AAAAAAAAABY/_3MJYVJaHcY/s1600-h/IMG_7511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SC9wsAMZX3I/AAAAAAAAABY/_3MJYVJaHcY/s320/IMG_7511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499995904761714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jenniferhafen/Desktop/IMG_7510.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-630846246415144792?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/630846246415144792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=630846246415144792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/630846246415144792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/630846246415144792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-medicine.html' title='Bad Medicine'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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/_OG_NMih3MAw/SC9wrwMZX2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YCgr0ElfUMQ/s72-c/IMG_7510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-2511253037629291889</id><published>2008-05-16T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:35:54.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;  I thought I would talk about myself because I'm sooo special!(not to brag) My favorite colors are going to have to be... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;, and... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;!!  My favorite food is probably&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; pho&lt;/span&gt; which is pronounced fa.  My most favorite dessert of all time is the same old &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;triple chocolate fudge brownies &lt;/span&gt;that make you want to puke after you eat them because they are sooo rich...yeah, those ones.  My favorite sport is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; and speaking of swimming I am on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Greenbrook Swim team&lt;/span&gt; with one of my best friends...Alex.  I am in sixth grade right now and I think it's cool.  I just got an awesome new beach crusier because I kinda ride it like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I think my favorite movies are The Count of Monte Cristo, Hairspray and maybe...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah!  I cry hysterically &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; time I watch it!  My favorite vacation spot is prabably St.George, Salt Lake or...well...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;!  I've been on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of vacations!  Well, thats going to have to be it for now.  Thanks for visiting my totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"sweet"&lt;/span&gt; blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563848769870217461-2511253037629291889?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2511253037629291889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=2511253037629291889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2511253037629291889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2511253037629291889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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-4563848769870217461.post-2998110199512446426</id><published>2008-05-15T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:49:39.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Gabba Gabba!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Have you ever seen the show Yo Gabba Gabba?  It's a toddler show but it's awesome.  The director (Christian Jacobs) goes to my church and asked me if I wanted to be in the show for a voice over.  I said totally!  This would be the second time being on the show for a voice over but the first time I got to take an awesome tour!  When we got to the studio thing, Christian asked if we wanted a tour...we were so excited and said yes like the first second (my brother did a voice over and took the tour along with me, my mom, and the McCraney family).  First Christian took us to the filming place.  We got to see the background and the different deformed toys!  We couldn't believe our eyes!!!  Also, we saw some of the costumes like Foofa and Muno.  Like the picture below, we (Christian) opened the boom box and saw all of the toy characters.  We had the time of our lives!  After we had the suite tour, Noah and I did the voice over.  I did a story called Cloudie and Noah did a band type story with different sounds. We were rockin!  Finally, it was time for us to leave.  Hoping it was not the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing behind the set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycmQMZXwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0-SiiGkLbRQ/s1600-h/IMG_7696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycmQMZXwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0-SiiGkLbRQ/s320/IMG_7696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703850702003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out Foofa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycmwMZXxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z7O4mceP9ok/s1600-h/IMG_7700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycmwMZXxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z7O4mceP9ok/s320/IMG_7700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703859291938578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian Jacobs opening the boom box for us to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycnQMZXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yca4rZ4AE7s/s1600-h/IMG_7701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycnQMZXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yca4rZ4AE7s/s320/IMG_7701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703867881873186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing my voice over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycngMZXzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9AqLSSagJPE/s1600-h/IMG_7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycngMZXzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9AqLSSagJPE/s320/IMG_7706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703872176840498" 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/4563848769870217461-2998110199512446426?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2998110199512446426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=2998110199512446426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2998110199512446426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/2998110199512446426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-gabba-gabba.html' title='Yo Gabba Gabba!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCycmQMZXwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0-SiiGkLbRQ/s72-c/IMG_7696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563848769870217461.post-4143727745360280959</id><published>2008-05-13T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:22:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garage Sale and Strawberry Lemonade</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my friend Alex and I had a sleepover.  We were talking about how her birthday was going to work out at Disneyland and how I might not be able to come.  I needed to earn some money before her birthday (which was soon) so I could buy an annual pass!  We were running out of time!!  Her birthday was soon and I NEEDED money!  Then, at 1:00 in the morning we FINALLY thought of something.  We were going to set up a garage sale and make lots of dough (money).  We found all the junk from our room and house until we were sooo tired.  That morning (Saturday), I woke Alex from my sister's bed and we set out a sheet out front on my driveway.  Then, we set out all of our junk, and...we were ready freddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCpZgwMZXvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bMPBTiEYLl0/s1600-h/IMG_7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCpZgwMZXvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bMPBTiEYLl0/s320/IMG_7764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067138980241138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We sold a BUNCH of stuff at the garage sale and made $31.00!!  Then, we had a CRAZY idea to make strawberry lemonade.  We set up the lemonade stand and NOBODY was coming.  They all just drove by... they waved...but just drove by with a little smirk on their face.  Alex and I were getting bored.  Car by car drove by and we dreamed of the money each one would bring but never did.  We then had a really brilliant idea (my mom's idea) that we should walk around the neighborhood with a rolling cooler and a big thermos.  We did a portable Strawberry Lemonade stand and made $19.00.  We were satisfied with our progress and made $50 in all!   Pretty good for some kids like us.  We needed $130.oo to buy a Disneyland pass and we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCpZggMZXuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4YrQUjqIbIA/s1600-h/IMG_7762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCpZggMZXuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4YrQUjqIbIA/s320/IMG_7762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067134685273826" 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/4563848769870217461-4143727745360280959?l=shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4143727745360280959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563848769870217461&amp;postID=4143727745360280959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4143727745360280959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563848769870217461/posts/default/4143727745360280959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortandsweet-emilie.blogspot.com/2008/05/garage-sale-and-strawberry-lemonade.html' title='A Garage Sale and Strawberry Lemonade'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474345251307818396</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://bp0.blogger.com/_OG_NMih3MAw/SCpZgwMZXvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bMPBTiEYLl0/s72-c/IMG_7764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
