<?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-5532568328521779171</id><updated>2011-08-29T08:51:28.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toast to the Journey!</title><subtitle type='html'>From one side to the other, there are things to be found that are pretty amazing if we only stop to find them</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6131221254693424788</id><published>2011-04-28T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:39:43.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Offended?</title><content type='html'>This morning I was Visiting with some of the ladies in my church. About half way through the three of us talking the lady to my left turns to me and says," you so remind me of Bella from Twilight! the Beautiful dark hair, fair skin, and that you just moved here from Arizona." I know that I might get shot for this, but I don't like Twilight and never will. I have read part of it once. don't get me wrong she is a good Author(some would say), but I am not into the vampires and I don't like the way that she writes. I am also LDS like the author and do not agreed with some of the things that are in her writing. I know that every other little Mormon girl has read the books, but I am not most Mormon girls!  I like to read stuff that has more substance to it than just a fling read. Thanks for the compliment of a character that i know that you like! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6131221254693424788?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6131221254693424788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6131221254693424788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6131221254693424788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6131221254693424788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/offended.html' title='Offended?'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5492271868549509184</id><published>2011-04-21T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:35.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong.html"&gt;Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have had a lot of theories, philosophies and beliefs. But sometimes, sometimes they just didn't end up the way I hoped, and I am left standing thinking,' I was just ignorant or to proud?'. Sometimes we just have to say 'I don't know' and admit we are wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5492271868549509184?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ted.com/talks/kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong.html' title='Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5492271868549509184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5492271868549509184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5492271868549509184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5492271868549509184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/kathryn-schulz-on-being-wrong-video-on.html' title='Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1060365838208187196</id><published>2011-04-05T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:48:59.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine once again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  I wrote this on the plane ride back to  Maryland. I was tired and grumpy. I didn't really want to leave the heat  or my friends/family. But here I am, still wanting to know what I am  doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the smell of the dust in the air to the way the ground is so dry, I have missed everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;Your bright, hot, unforgiving sun I have craved for you long from the hell I know dwell in.&lt;br /&gt;I see my solo friends with their arms in the air, almost as though they are greeting me.&lt;br /&gt;'Salutations,  Sir. Saguaro!' though unmoving his arms, and his dangerous lips do not  open, he says more than the coyotes at night.&lt;br /&gt;'Your home! Now please  stay." His plea is not the only one. The rocks, the lizards, and even  the few plants appear from no where to give me this same plea.&lt;br /&gt;Wet  magic slips from my eyes as I turn away. 'Please, do not ask me today.'   as a gentle breeze pulls dust past my face I wish I could give them a  different answer.&lt;br /&gt;But for now the West is mine! so I raise my head to  its sun, and let him sizzle my tears away. For today this is mine, my  Arizona once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1060365838208187196?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1060365838208187196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1060365838208187196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1060365838208187196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1060365838208187196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/mine-once-again.html' title='Mine once again!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2086436901254795261</id><published>2011-02-06T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:54:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TVAevNmNLrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HeEdSNRMo-w/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TVAevNmNLrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HeEdSNRMo-w/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570986535509896882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this new land I live in, there is no such thing as happy smiles. No matter where you go you will find a sad expression and a growl. Why is this?! I think that only at church have I seen a smile and a welcoming expression. Even then, there is some forlornness in their eyes. Sometimes I feel like I am being sucked into the towns depression. Being someone that has lived in the same state for almost of my whole life, this is still new to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a very funny thought. What if someone from here moved to my little home town? They would think we were all on drugs! No seriously, they would think that they had moved to a town that had lost their marbles some where along the way. There are always smiles and funny things happening. And my town is a small little nothing in the middle of the pretty much no where. But because of that the people who live there know how to entertain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;What could make this place so sad? Any ideas?!&lt;br /&gt;Only three more days...&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/5532568328521779171-2086436901254795261?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2086436901254795261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2086436901254795261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2086436901254795261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2086436901254795261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-this-new-land-i-live-in-there-is-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TVAevNmNLrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HeEdSNRMo-w/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8624898567478512614</id><published>2011-02-05T11:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:39:38.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TU2ZWyP3uOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kIwxZH2qwjg/s1600/chagall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TU2ZWyP3uOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kIwxZH2qwjg/s400/chagall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570276930851682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was not aware until a day or so ago that my posts were being put up on Facebook!  I think I changed stuff around so that won't happen anymore. I don't mind people reading my post, but I don't want it posted all over a public page that is viewed by a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said! I feel the need to say sorry to anyone I have hurt in anyway, shape, or form. I just became aware of a friend that felt I had been doing things on purpose to hurt others. That is not the case, but now there is nothing I can do but hope that this individual and others will remember what kind of person I am, and that that will stand to rectify the misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I don't understand about girls. Though I am one, I also didn't go to high school. I also only have ever had one or two friends in the past that were girls. No I am not kidding. The only way I knew about the high school drama was through other people. Eventually I was involved in a little myself, which made all the more aware of my gratitude to my Mum for not public schooling me. I know that there are advantages and losses to ever form of schooling, and I know that Home Schooling was the best choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is little more I can say on the matters above but hope that they are taken the right way.&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/5532568328521779171-8624898567478512614?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8624898567478512614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8624898567478512614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8624898567478512614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8624898567478512614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TU2ZWyP3uOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kIwxZH2qwjg/s72-c/chagall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5970075997639772787</id><published>2011-01-31T11:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:04:50.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I like to be read to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TUcE_AIfwAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7b_fovnrJuQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TUcE_AIfwAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7b_fovnrJuQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568424944680812546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you remember those books that you used to read over and over again? I have one of those books. I first read Little Women when I was 10, and have read it many times since then. As you can imagine-in my mind- I was always Jo. Always wanted to be something I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Reading has been my escape from life right now, and as I am in the middle of two other books I decided that I would get the audio book of Little Women instead this time. I feel like I am 12 years old again! I listen and all I can think of are times that were simple. I was the most awkward child growing up. believe you me, but it was the year I was most happy. I wasn't worried about boys or how I looked, unlike most of my friends at the time.If I was smart enough, or even if others would like being around me.  I was just fighting, and losing against growing up.&lt;br /&gt;It was the year before my mum got remarried, the year before I met my first heart break, and  a year-ish before I moved to Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;All of these were good improvements in my life though I didn't know it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am here for a reason. It may just be to want simplicity in my life again. Who knows! But I am here, and I am healing for the first time since I was at that simple age in life. I may just find it again:)&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/5532568328521779171-5970075997639772787?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5970075997639772787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5970075997639772787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5970075997639772787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5970075997639772787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-like-to-be-read-to.html' title='Sometimes I like to be read to'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TUcE_AIfwAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7b_fovnrJuQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1724661578578023409</id><published>2011-01-29T10:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:46:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we Collect them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TURN9Rb4_EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/isqAFikOOLA/s1600/06%2BAutomat%2B1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TURN9Rb4_EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/isqAFikOOLA/s400/06%2BAutomat%2B1927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567660754384518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last semester we were told to look at this painting by Edward Hopper, and take inspiration from it. I loved this exercise. We only did it once but I have done it on my own a few times since. I thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My train arrives at 6:15 and I am leaving New York forever. Have you ever heard the phrase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “ You’ll collect more bees with honey than you will with vinegar.”?  My grandmother has told me that since I was quite young. Why do we want to collect these bees though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking you know something is admitting ignorance. I had all I wanted yet there is nothing I want more than my freedom, and that thing we call ignorance. I had the husband of high standard, the house, and the social life sticky of people who pretend they care. My miscarriage is what made me really see what was being woven around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Affairs, illegal trades and secrets. Secrets, that I helped make and keep. I had what most people would call an emotional break down. I call it my wake up call. I cut my hair and am dressed so that no one will recognize me. Even though there is only one person here other than myself. I feel as though there are a thousand tiny eyes watching my every move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So yes I leave husbandless and with little money in my shallow pockets. My absence will go unnoticed for a little while and when the questions start arousing I will be no where they can find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I say this with the slightest of smiles. I have please everyone other than myself and this is where I start. That and thinking for myself.  No more will I collect these God forsaken bees! Because now I am the queen. One with no subjects and no home. Oh where will my hive be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helped get me my finally grade, because it showed that I could use original voice and metaphor on the spot that was completely original. we only had about 7 minutes to do it. I read this the other day and just made me think about the metaphor I was trying to should here. Why do we feel like we need to please others, and do what in the end hurts us? That isn't what is meant to happen in our lives. It wasn't what was planned for us, and we shouldn't make it what our lifes are. we have a purpose. we shouldn't waste it. I hope you enjoy it.&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/5532568328521779171-1724661578578023409?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1724661578578023409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1724661578578023409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1724661578578023409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1724661578578023409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-we-collect-them.html' title='Why do we Collect them?'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TURN9Rb4_EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/isqAFikOOLA/s72-c/06%2BAutomat%2B1927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-900310805400156928</id><published>2010-09-24T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:44:15.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessary and Contingent</title><content type='html'>Not only have a been thinking about this for my philosophy class but also for what to bring to Maryland. At first there was a huge pile of books in the 'I must take'. Now I have all the my books in one box. Looking around I think of things I just need to get rid of. Think in the perspective," what can I put in the back of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kia&lt;/span&gt;?" Thinking this way has helped in the elimination process!&lt;br /&gt;What an odd thought of us leaving. Maybe not leaving Arizona as much as leaving the West. I can honestly say I never would have dreamed of us moving to the little 'zit' on the US called Maryland. Idaho I would have expected. Or even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have been a huge surprise. No. We are moving to a state that is smaller then I can see on the map without my glasses. The best part is that there is more art there then I can even dream of. Do you know that New York is only a few hours away, and that that is where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chihulys&lt;/span&gt; studio is!? Not to mention that the Smithsonian and hour or less away.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love AZ but it has been time past due for us to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-900310805400156928?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/900310805400156928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=900310805400156928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/900310805400156928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/900310805400156928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/necessary-and-contingent.html' title='Necessary and Contingent'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4674304435386429342</id><published>2010-09-20T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:39:59.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise a Glass</title><content type='html'>This blog has been a journal for me for a very long time. It has helped me to think about what I say before it comes out..most of the time! All my hard times I haven't written about. Maybe that is why I haven't written for a while. Maybe that is why I haven't written for most of the year. One thing that has struck me the last few days though is that I am not immortal. I can't recover faster than is necessary. I can't think that I can go without sleep for days! I can try all I want but when it comes down to it: I am still messed up. I am not trying as hard as I should because I am afraid of my emtions half the time. I can't save the world. I need to start with me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pretend that I am ok sometimes. Who doesn't do that?! But putting off feeling does nothing but give you tumors. that one I know by experience. I have felt angry at my body for that off and on for a year now. that isn't right to my body. No one should beat them selves up for something that happens that the doctors can't even explain. It is mroe then time for me to let go!&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be easy but I know that I need to or I will hurt more from something similar in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving to Maryland. I don't know how to feel about that. I like to call it the zit on the US. I am scared to death! Arizona is my home. I know that I need to go though. This is the best thing that can happen and I need to take it with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my toast. Here is to my adventure! no matter where I go, no matter who I am with, I will look for new experiences!&lt;br /&gt;~Chy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4674304435386429342?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4674304435386429342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4674304435386429342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4674304435386429342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4674304435386429342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/raise-glass.html' title='Raise a Glass'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2008317886339180295</id><published>2010-07-26T01:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:45:52.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The other day Maliea,Quayde and I were at the mall-cough,cough! it's about the size two super walmarts...not really that impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I started to lock the truck and then stopped,thought for a second and changed my mind about locking it at all. I then said aloud that I was not locking it so if there is anything in it that they need take out do it now or be at risk of having it taken. Quayde in response,"The only thing in this town that is at risk of being stolen is denture cream!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As some of you may know Prescott Arizona has been rated as one of the top five towns to retire in in the whole of America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See his point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2008317886339180295?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2008317886339180295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2008317886339180295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2008317886339180295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2008317886339180295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote_26.html' title='Quote...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7517820777081558792</id><published>2010-07-22T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:20:43.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TEj6JbBHaWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zvqIWtWhWm8/s1600/DSCF3148-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496918384983894370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TEj6JbBHaWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zvqIWtWhWm8/s400/DSCF3148-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been trying to post. Really I have but I been having problems with blogger for the last few days. Maybe there is a lock on it so I can't sign on past a certain time. That's it. I am convinced it has a problem with past 12am posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I know this is late notice but here it is anyway. The Boyfriend got his mission call! He is going to the Lanning, Michigan. He leaves on September 29th. We are all very happy that he has chosen to go and I am personally really proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know he will do a good job and I hope that he will listen to the spirit and do what it tells him to always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7517820777081558792?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7517820777081558792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7517820777081558792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7517820777081558792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7517820777081558792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-been-trying-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TEj6JbBHaWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zvqIWtWhWm8/s72-c/DSCF3148-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5384267045366398123</id><published>2010-07-18T01:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:34:32.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My week in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday: work from 10:00am till 5:30 pm. Get home at 6. get to FHE at 7. Get home from FHE/hanging out with friends after at about 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday: 9am get to the community college to register! 11am Go to my Aunt Shawns to talk baby shower and eat lunch. 2:30pm-ish Get to Caydens to help him get packed for Colorado and receive Honeycut and Pierce(the rats). Go play with friends from 7 pm-10pm. 10pm I am home and trying to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday: Work cleaning from 12:30-4pm. Come home for the little while and then leave again for institute-6:20pm. Got home pretty early from that-9:30pm. Then go get Dad at... or did I get Dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday: Clean from 9:30am till 12pm. Grab lunch! Got to love Arbys 12:15-12:40. Go clean again from 12:50-4:50pm ish! Get toilet paper from the almighty Walmart-5:20. Get home at 6ish and take a quick 20 minute nap before I have to get to work. Cleaning-6:45 till  ?. Finally go home and try to sleep. Yoda can suck it because when it comes to sleep and me, I can try all I want at times but there is no doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday: Work from 10am-5:30pm. Home-5:45. Have to go clean at 6:30. Why are there still Shrinks in the building!? Sit in the car till they finally all leave at 7:30pm. Leave there at 8pm to give the car to Mum to get Dad. Get dropped off at cleaning 8:20ish. finish at 9:30. Get home to sleep 9:45. Why are there stars around my head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday: Sleep! I slept in till 11am!! It took me till about 3 to get to sleep but I finally slept. Get check from cleaning to BossM at 12. 1pm get Dad to work and make stops on the way for Church stuff. Walmart at 2ish to get stuff for cooking. Home-2:30pm. Leave for fun with Judys at 4:15pm. Leave at 9pm ish to get Dad from work and go home to cook! and that is where I have been ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes dear Readers, I have a big problem with being Idle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5384267045366398123?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5384267045366398123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5384267045366398123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5384267045366398123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5384267045366398123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-week-in-nutshell.html' title='My week in a nutshell'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3535914589386896541</id><published>2010-07-08T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:25:24.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lydia- "guess what chaiya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me- "what Lyd?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lydia- " You were born on your birthday!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me- " are you sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lydia- " YEAH! mom just told me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3535914589386896541?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3535914589386896541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3535914589386896541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3535914589386896541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3535914589386896541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote.html' title='Quote...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2529603684155680696</id><published>2010-07-06T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:22:32.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>Cody,&lt;br /&gt;You were what I needed, when I needed it. Strong, reliable-for the most part- and needed little immediate work. You fit the right amount of people and were small. You were even the right color! Silver. Sure, there were times where I wished you had a little more to give, but you served me well. We saw frustration and sorrow, along with happiness together.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my old friend, you had no more to give. There is nothing I can do to help you. It is time to part. You were the first car I had bought with my hard earned money. Yes, you were more then &lt;strong&gt; just &lt;/strong&gt;a car! you were my car. One I will remember with a smile later on in life. But for now I must say goodbye with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel replaced. Because you hold a special place in my heart. Other cars will come and go, but you, you were my little sardine! (with the top down) My Cody (all the rest of the time).&lt;br /&gt;Forever to part. I will miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2529603684155680696?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2529603684155680696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2529603684155680696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2529603684155680696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2529603684155680696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2191166305994186601</id><published>2010-06-27T21:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:54:50.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings entail....</title><content type='html'>Burns, Bruises, no sleep and exhaustion for three days after! Eloping sounds good;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2191166305994186601?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2191166305994186601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2191166305994186601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2191166305994186601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2191166305994186601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/weddings-entail.html' title='weddings entail....'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3407289148779968402</id><published>2010-06-24T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:06:56.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sorry it took a while to explain my last post. The genius was....You can make CDs from music videos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have alot of music and I wanted to make a CD for a certain person that I love. I have thought for so many years that it was a different format that you have to use. Funny things you do at 1AM that proves to be brilliant! I was really tired and just happened to look down at a little button on the Realplayer that said CD not DVD. SO! I thought,"what the heck I'll have to buy CDs anyway!" Found some blank disks and hit burn. To my surprise it worked and didn't have a single problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there you go! If this is nothing new to others then please don't rub it into my face. I am still pretty happy about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3407289148779968402?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3407289148779968402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3407289148779968402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3407289148779968402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3407289148779968402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8754898540246970428</id><published>2010-06-20T02:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:00:42.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love it when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just love when you figure something out that you didn't know you could do before the moment of truth? I just had one of those moments! I just danced for joy when I did it! I will let you all know what I did after the moment the person gets the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just love a good cliffhanger?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8754898540246970428?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754898540246970428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8754898540246970428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8754898540246970428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8754898540246970428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/gotta-love-it-when.html' title='Gotta love it when...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6548506727627047388</id><published>2010-06-18T23:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:43:07.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I think this photo says it all The party was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the last face I painted but I don't think that the man that got it was to happy when he saw what it was:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484355946705518962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TBxYrRkvAXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/oHYDwOLkqiM/s400/DSCF3454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5532568328521779171-6548506727627047388?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6548506727627047388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6548506727627047388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6548506727627047388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6548506727627047388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/smooches.html' title='Smooches!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TBxYrRkvAXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/oHYDwOLkqiM/s72-c/DSCF3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6092383935373969566</id><published>2010-06-09T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:37:38.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the ladies that I work with will leave notes on the counter for each other. Usually they are notes like,"Lois called about this class. who wants to teach her?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; nothing interesting.This morning however I noticed a long-ish note on the counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It read," Most of my day was spent thing of how darn beautiful James is. Those eyes,those eyes, oh my those eyes. If only he were 50 years older-however if he was 50 years older he might not look that good-maybe even better. Yikes I'm turning into a DOLLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dirty old lady lusting youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Ok-just kidding- but he is darn cute- and Chy- he has the hots for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first thought was that it was a journal entry of M.E.'s. Then realizing that it was to me, I died of laughter. I am glad that I was the only one in the shop.So to agree with her- yes, James is really cute...and 10 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6092383935373969566?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6092383935373969566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6092383935373969566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6092383935373969566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6092383935373969566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-james.html' title='Little James'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1809353516877683782</id><published>2010-06-08T00:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:22:26.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TA3u6iXoxFI/AAAAAAAAAho/kf5116Obyr0/s1600/maedchen_am_fenster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480299011005531218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TA3u6iXoxFI/AAAAAAAAAho/kf5116Obyr0/s400/maedchen_am_fenster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would have happened if I hadn't had surgery? what would have happened if I had left for school, like most all the other kids in my town, who graduated my year? Or what about this one!... what would have happened if I had stayed friends with those that I don't speak to anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the questions that I have cross my mind when I am in (what I like to call) a Dark Green mood. I call it that because it comes from a very funny children's book that I love. The Quigleys. It makes me laugh when I think of it as so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if though? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well for one, I know that I wouldn't be happy right now. I have found the ONE I love. I have the best kind of friends for what feels like the first time in my life: Good ones! I am not lying to myself about what I truly feel anymore. I won't lie, it was a really hard year last year. It's just hitting me now that it was only a year ago that all outter darkness was on me. It only took one week to change what I thought was for really and what I thought was my life. I will not pretend to know what Job went through...but I can imagine how he felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is for really. I am starting to feel lightness in my life again. It feels good. It has been a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1809353516877683782?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1809353516877683782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1809353516877683782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1809353516877683782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1809353516877683782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/unknown.html' title='The unknown'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TA3u6iXoxFI/AAAAAAAAAho/kf5116Obyr0/s72-c/maedchen_am_fenster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7165161173453894807</id><published>2010-06-02T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:19:57.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun all around!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when all your friends are poor college kids that have little to no money, there is a need to still have fun but on the cheap. The problem is we live in Prescott Arizona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not alot to do if you don't have money... or so it may appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a list of fun and inexpensive things that we've found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barnes and Noble read alouds! Get as many books as you are allowed to and find a place to sit.Take turns reading random paragraphs aloud. You would be very surprised at how much fun this can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursdays bowling at Plaza Bowl. This is the best day to go! It is only $2 a rack and free shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Washing cars....it only costs for the water and if you get toaster strudel at wal-mart after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on that note it brings me to....Wal-Mart!! in the end we almost always end up there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Redbox. I don't think there is much else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bake nights! Ok so this isn't the cheapest of things to do but it's for a potluck for our ward. So we like to all get together to cook what we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So after all of the fun sometimes we need to eat! not always but sometimes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half priced appetizers at Applebees! They have the same quality of wings as Buffalo Wild Wings but they only cost about $4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bottomless stake fries at Red Robin! They have the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there is always Taco Bell! Food and fun, always cheap...in all senses:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you go!!! that is most of the time what I am up to with friends. Hope that you- wherever you are- can find something fun to do without spending a fortune&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7165161173453894807?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7165161173453894807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7165161173453894807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7165161173453894807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7165161173453894807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-all-around.html' title='Fun all around!!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1866208363223885660</id><published>2010-05-29T16:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:53:44.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy color!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Goodwill! You never know what you are going to find or the fun that you will have there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden's&lt;/span&gt; Gas mask he found for $10 or.... My shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There of course is a story behind the shoes. When I was 15 I bought a beautiful pair of shoes that made me smile every time I looked at them. As many of you know I am not some one that likes to wear flats but these shoes were not to be passed by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the new pair that I found for $3. They have never been worn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes, please look and be jealous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476824602849313810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TAGW9XX0BBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ff_xH7guPZ4/s400/DSCF3137-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look carefully at the picture below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476824612956996034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TAGW99BrAcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Pzibcovekls/s400/San_Diego_097-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the old pair that I wore till they were dead,Dead,DEAD! Circa: 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funerals&lt;/span&gt; for their animals, I did for these shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you, whoever is out there for being the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; that you must have been to not wear these pretties like I did. Also, for giving them to Goodwill for me to find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1866208363223885660?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1866208363223885660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1866208363223885660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1866208363223885660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1866208363223885660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-color.html' title='Happy color!!!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/TAGW9XX0BBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ff_xH7guPZ4/s72-c/DSCF3137-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1883575751255524616</id><published>2010-05-26T00:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:50:01.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicks and Giggles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_zDENxKKOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Jv4z-F-ZUaY/s1600/DSCF2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475465724158421218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_zDENxKKOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Jv4z-F-ZUaY/s400/DSCF2816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laughter is a thing you can't expect. You can smile on demand or chuckle at a kids joke but laughter... I think I laughed hard than I have in a long time tonight as Rachelle tried(and succeeded) to sit in between Cayden and I. Started as a joke with his Dad and ended with a Rachelle in my lap!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is laughing at yourself. Howling at the moon when you have the hood down on your car. Laughing at the people who are driving next to you looking at you like you are the craziest thing they have ever seen. Sadly though, I maybe the craziest thing they have seen. But yet they didn't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;When do you forget to laugh at the silly things?&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/5532568328521779171-1883575751255524616?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1883575751255524616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1883575751255524616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1883575751255524616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1883575751255524616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/kicks-and-giggles.html' title='Kicks and Giggles!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_zDENxKKOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Jv4z-F-ZUaY/s72-c/DSCF2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4687568779653027180</id><published>2010-05-24T00:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:20:53.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a quick summary of what I have been up to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474871958770083778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_qnChU858I/AAAAAAAAAhI/quUAstpBf6Y/s400/DSCF2354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Playing in Jerome with Cayden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_ocstEAKZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/neo4sXz-3lA/s1600/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474719851358464402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_ocstEAKZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/neo4sXz-3lA/s400/DSCF2396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Grammy Misty and aunt Kristi came to visit us in AZ! I was at work so they came to see me in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474718889645383954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_ob0uZvIRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HBbvGHosjwg/s400/DSCF2909.JPG" /&gt; Maliea getting ready for her prom! I got to help with all the shopping. I am so glad you are my sister, happy 22nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_ob0Hzcn3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/TG3lh_8pezY/s1600/DSCF2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474718879284240242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_ob0Hzcn3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/TG3lh_8pezY/s400/DSCF2998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please tell me you see the attitude here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474718871340993970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_obzqNoTbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/fsxGz9xSOgs/s400/DSCF2777.JPG" /&gt;I am now over the hill! I used to think 19 was REALLY old... that was when I was 10! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474715390016908162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_oYpBRSa4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/E1mymI7cFjg/s400/DSCF2216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bowling with best friends! Rachelle you are incredible! you don't even know how much of a good friend you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474715387940148562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_oYo5iJlVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eOQydl-zOY0/s400/31357_1484320433047_1384970620_1278870_7065799_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had an church class on Tuesday nights and after we would go and get food from Taco Bell. This is an inside joke but read the sigh carefully and you may get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hint: you can now get it at Taco Bell due to special demand;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Melany for all the laughs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474715377895357906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_oYoUHSPdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GcdoGN-wCrc/s400/31357_1484244031137_1384970620_1278596_6905146_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thayne and I went on a last minute date to Cayden's Baseball game he umpires. The other umpires were having fun playing dress up with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few photos to show the loads of fun I have been having!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4687568779653027180?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4687568779653027180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4687568779653027180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4687568779653027180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4687568779653027180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-post.html' title='photo post!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/S_qnChU858I/AAAAAAAAAhI/quUAstpBf6Y/s72-c/DSCF2354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1668494198622227878</id><published>2010-05-19T00:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:06:21.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to get lost to find what you need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to lose what you like to find what you love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to be scared to remember how to feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And you need to remember what it means to live again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been craving to blog for about 2 months now but haven't taken action on it. These are some of the truths that I've found over the last year and am still figuring out how to understand them. I need to remember what it feels like to be happy again. I have been trying so hard but sometimes I fail. It is ok though. I am finding me again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1668494198622227878?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1668494198622227878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1668494198622227878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1668494198622227878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1668494198622227878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7708509651963947767</id><published>2009-04-05T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:11:59.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SdluFf7gKcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MCkpa1-2yaQ/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321405475464423874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SdluFf7gKcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MCkpa1-2yaQ/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've loved this blog but I feel that it is time to be more creative. &lt;div align="center"&gt;That is why I am starting a creations blog and that is where I will be blogging from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank you for the great comments and support you have all given me and hope you continue on with me and my growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just click-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chyteadesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~Chy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7708509651963947767?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7708509651963947767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7708509651963947767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7708509651963947767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7708509651963947767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SdluFf7gKcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MCkpa1-2yaQ/s72-c/DSCN1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6357370493002133693</id><published>2009-03-03T16:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:23:21.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/Sa3C_q7tB4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/60n4JhP2-iQ/s1600-h/chyteadesigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309113934851934082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/Sa3C_q7tB4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/60n4JhP2-iQ/s400/chyteadesigns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the friends that are here and afar off, to the fights we may and may not have had. To sorrow, anger and laughter we have had over the years. Here's to the friends and family in my life who have always been there for me. I am sorry if I have ever been to busy or have hurt you, cause truly it was not meant to come off that way. Here's to inside jokes and confusion, misunderstanding and acknowledgement. Here's a glass (of cider) to comrades from the past, present and future. To those who are no longer in my life because of the choices we had to make, that led us to different roads. Here's to the future and to a hope of happiness, for those I know and will know. I raise my glass to friends, family and happiness for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. I was always told to &lt;em&gt;live in the moment through my eyes, not through a camera lens  &lt;/em&gt;so unfortunately I do not have as many pictures as I would have liked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6357370493002133693?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6357370493002133693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6357370493002133693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6357370493002133693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6357370493002133693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/toast.html' title='A toast....'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/Sa3C_q7tB4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/60n4JhP2-iQ/s72-c/chyteadesigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6416318550476227602</id><published>2009-02-17T11:00:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:34:53.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chy Tea Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the things I do to relax from the days work is to make jewelry.My aunt Carrie asked me the other day if I would make her a necklace with purple. The first picture is of Carrie's necklace and matching earrings the others are for you to see and admire. Leave comments telling me what you like and don't like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Chy Call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830380472387650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr9oVD7SEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z2F1EuNPMZI/s400/DSCN1463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830717181277570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr977ZlNYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vPt_I-qWsyo/s400/DSCN1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a necklace that I made for my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831195234996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr-XwSeEDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AE4AuEr3wo8/s400/DSCN1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831442416542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr-mJHJJQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kW2BgBvIOi8/s400/DSCN1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830956829510354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr-J4KLCtI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ExkElfELIXE/s400/DSCN1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831698711135858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr-1D4iRnI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LB5G3EEshW4/s400/DSCN1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831946180093778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr_Ddxu51I/AAAAAAAAAY0/aBco2uvuMR0/s400/DSCN1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832709582724594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr_v5rGnfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tqNvKH95QIQ/s400/DSCN1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832182099854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr_RMpYxdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EStBrnURwuc/s400/DSCN1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are more green but the camera wouldn't catch the color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832437966309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr_gF0tCZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xGUz-ibDoIQ/s400/DSCN1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6416318550476227602?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6416318550476227602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6416318550476227602&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6416318550476227602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6416318550476227602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/chy-tea-designs.html' title='Chy Tea Designs'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SZr9oVD7SEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z2F1EuNPMZI/s72-c/DSCN1463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3545930976355784421</id><published>2009-02-08T18:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:44:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawna ,Me and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattdusk.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Matt Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607429771676002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SY-KX6FWSWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qeG5p4KwKKo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is Matt Dusk and I !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun my aunt Shawna and I went to the Matt Dusk concert at the community college. We were the youngest people in the whole place. I didn't know what to think but then Matt started to sing and even though I had heard some of his stuff before coming, it was better in person. I do have to say that all of his recordings sound just like him in person, that should tell you something about the quality of his voice that they don't have to tweak it at all.&lt;br /&gt;After the show he was out signing albums and talking to everyone who came, Shawna saw her chance and asked for a photo, he said yes and to my surprise she pushed me forward!&lt;br /&gt;After, us three were joking about how he had brought the rain and snow from Canada with him, he then told us that he was not joking when he said that he had only packed shorts for the next few weeks and that that was all!&lt;br /&gt;This was such an amazing and fun experience and I would have paid double to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We were in row C, seats 9 and 10.&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/5532568328521779171-3545930976355784421?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3545930976355784421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3545930976355784421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3545930976355784421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3545930976355784421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/shawna-me-and.html' title='Shawna ,Me and....'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SY-KX6FWSWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qeG5p4KwKKo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5736235411791951380</id><published>2009-01-30T17:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:01:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYOimquQvvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GSpwBSvq0SY/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297256371904888562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYOimquQvvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GSpwBSvq0SY/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't post last weeks photo scavenger hunt because we couldn't find the camera anywhere! It of course was in a safe place where it wouldn't be touched by Thayne. This weeks subject is color. Those who know me well know that I am all about color in my life and in my creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture I took of the library mural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5736235411791951380?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5736235411791951380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5736235411791951380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5736235411791951380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5736235411791951380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-scavenger-hunt_30.html' title='Photo Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYOimquQvvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GSpwBSvq0SY/s72-c/DSCN1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-575822703951180524</id><published>2009-01-28T09:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:02:04.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYCKOwmGcDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3QMo12Yv4uk/s1600-h/Jan+%272009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385147955212338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYCKOwmGcDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3QMo12Yv4uk/s400/Jan+%272009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been waiting for the right time to sit down and post this very happy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, ladies and gentlemen, is my new car! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not perfect but I wasn't looking for perfect, I was looking for something that ran, has heat and would fit three passengers. I also didn't want to pay a small fortune for something. I saw this Toyota Celica and my first thought was," this is far to showy." I kept looking at it though and knew that it was exactly what I needed and at the price I wanted. The part about it being a convertible is only a plus. The thing I am having a problem with is that it isn't a stick shift. I really like it and it's fun to drive though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wave if you see me driving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-575822703951180524?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/575822703951180524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=575822703951180524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/575822703951180524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/575822703951180524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/much-needed-post.html' title='A much needed post'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SYCKOwmGcDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3QMo12Yv4uk/s72-c/Jan+%272009+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4657284009959865832</id><published>2009-01-19T18:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:43:55.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In your hands</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that was read to me by my Mum yesterday, it really rang true to what I know to be true. I know that if you read it you will be as touched as I was. Thank you Tammy for posting on your blog for me to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.&lt;br /&gt;A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.&lt;br /&gt;A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tennis racket is useless in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship winning.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.&lt;br /&gt;A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;2 fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;As you see now, it depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your family, and your relationships in God's hands because.....It depends whose hands it's in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4657284009959865832?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4657284009959865832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4657284009959865832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4657284009959865832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4657284009959865832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-your-hands.html' title='In your hands'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5169796754588743198</id><published>2009-01-16T15:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:32:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weeks subject...... Macro. I couldn't pick witch one I liked better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SXEKsT0owXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WNUpq-Ez5eM/s1600-h/Chihully+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022793488613746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SXEKsT0owXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WNUpq-Ez5eM/s400/Chihully+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022612596728002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SXEKhx8poMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1p2uE2lbFEk/s400/Chihully+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5169796754588743198?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5169796754588743198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5169796754588743198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5169796754588743198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5169796754588743198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='Photo Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SXEKsT0owXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WNUpq-Ez5eM/s72-c/Chihully+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5029484122791479725</id><published>2009-01-10T08:56:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:51:43.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No words to describe this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjVehhbmwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F3-8mO2bQHg/s1600-h/Chihully+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289712482718030594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjVehhbmwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F3-8mO2bQHg/s320/Chihully+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjU3bQFtgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NqQ4idQgyq4/s1600-h/Chihully+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289711811019781634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjU3bQFtgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NqQ4idQgyq4/s320/Chihully+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjUlNuXHcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PLsDjgVCRAw/s1600-h/Chihully+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289711498151009730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjUlNuXHcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PLsDjgVCRAw/s320/Chihully+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjUQ0g_muI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9iXrF-mfT9w/s1600-h/Chihully+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289711147786672866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjUQ0g_muI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9iXrF-mfT9w/s320/Chihully+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjTS5DQszI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tUWoi0wQFW8/s1600-h/Chihully+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710083852251954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjTS5DQszI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tUWoi0wQFW8/s320/Chihully+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't posted for a while because of a few reasons, this though is one of those things that if you don't say something then you will be condemned for it in the next life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjSxVpOWgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nDOrGYrFVyw/s1600-h/Chihully+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289709507412122114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjSxVpOWgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nDOrGYrFVyw/s320/Chihully+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It started with a very cold morning and as we drove and the sun came over the mountains it became warm enough that we could take off our jackets. The Valley has the perfect weather in winter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First stop was to take Nana to the airport. Then we had time before the main event was to take place, so we went to the Scottsdale Fashion mall where I am still in awe of how BIG it is. I think that my new favorite store is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/?cm_mmc%3dus_search-_-YahooPI-_-TLP-_-QL%20Homepage"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sophora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Not only do you get to put everything on but they give you make-up remover so you can start over again. It was such a pity that we only had 20 minutes in there because I think I could have spent all the spare time we had plus some. Also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anthrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is amazing! the website doesn't do it justice. Then running out of time we got to the one and only Chihuly glass art exhibit in Arizona! It's in Desert Botanical Gardens and was so breath taking that Mum started to cry and I was drooling with awe. For those that don't know who Dale Chihuly is there is his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chihuly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I've taken a glass blowing class and Chihuly is my hero! The exhibit will only be there till May and I think that I my want to go again before then. I truly have no words to tell how this made me feel because I have only dreamed of seeing his work since when I first started studying about glass. The time you take in making one piece is alone is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjQ1Hj9xPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/na0b74C9n7o/s1600-h/Chihully+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289707373328188658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjQ1Hj9xPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/na0b74C9n7o/s320/Chihully+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pictures of the glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think I have a favorite piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjR3CUjxvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/36tMiphJu2I/s1600-h/Chihully+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289708505792759538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjR3CUjxvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/36tMiphJu2I/s320/Chihully+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjQIPOXawI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0zEJAUn2QdI/s1600-h/Chihully+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289706602290965250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjQIPOXawI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0zEJAUn2QdI/s320/Chihully+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjVLnF2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8EhnngWVbok/s1600-h/Chihully+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289712157795444434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjVLnF2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8EhnngWVbok/s320/Chihully+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5029484122791479725?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5029484122791479725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5029484122791479725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5029484122791479725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5029484122791479725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-words-to-describe-this-feeling.html' title='No words to describe this feeling'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SWjVehhbmwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F3-8mO2bQHg/s72-c/Chihully+123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7921171424397373596</id><published>2008-12-20T11:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:16:51.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo scavenger hunt</title><content type='html'>I did want to take part in this weeks P.S.H. but forgot yesterday, so here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks subject is ..... Name three of your hobbies and post a picture of the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Reading everything I can get my hands on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Making jewelry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SU01j3FhhXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NqjMkkw0_bg/s1600-h/dec.chy+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281936828174271858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SU01j3FhhXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NqjMkkw0_bg/s320/dec.chy+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what my desk looks like right now with all the holiday fun happening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7921171424397373596?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7921171424397373596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7921171424397373596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7921171424397373596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7921171424397373596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-scavenger-hunt_20.html' title='photo scavenger hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SU01j3FhhXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NqjMkkw0_bg/s72-c/dec.chy+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4049023126551516841</id><published>2008-12-12T17:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:23:33.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: this is a post about random things</title><content type='html'>I've been driving for about 2 years now and just thought about the price of gas. When I first started driving gas was $1.84, approximately. I am now paying $1.57 most of the time and can fill my tank from empty for about $16. Yes, gas did get almost up to $4 but now I am paying less then when I first got my permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mum,Maliea and I went to Salvation Army for some fun and I found this set of luggage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279125165736390706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUM4XkSK8DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xFjl2Qixt00/s400/dec.08+chy+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going anywhere soon but I fell in love with them and their price,$2.00. Another cool thing about it is there was still info about the previous owner in it; Antonetta Ranft lived in Glendale and is(or was) in her 70's in 2001, or so says the doctors note in the luggage. Also there was a to-do list in it reminding her to take some clothes to the cleaners and call Sue up at the cabin. Fun or what? or at least it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my other fun thing. It's a saying from the movie Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium," I'm practicing the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euphonium"&gt;euphonium&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I would give a concert in the psyche ward tomorrow." Mr. Magorium says this as he is sitting in a hospital bed with nothing wrong with him, this is because Mahony doesn't want him to depart from this world. If you haven't watch the movie then you really should look it up, it's on my top ten. It's one of the best movies for kids and adults. Have fun thinking I'm off to fix a Christmas tree that fell down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4049023126551516841?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4049023126551516841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4049023126551516841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4049023126551516841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4049023126551516841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/warning-this-is-post-about-random.html' title='Warning: this is a post about random things'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUM4XkSK8DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xFjl2Qixt00/s72-c/dec.08+chy+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5304495897050641970</id><published>2008-12-12T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:32:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo scavenger hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SULYNDozWaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/55i2hX5gxVY/s1600-h/dec08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279019432057985442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SULYNDozWaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/55i2hX5gxVY/s400/dec08+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weeks subject was Something cold. I am always cold and so are my feet!&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/5532568328521779171-5304495897050641970?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5304495897050641970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5304495897050641970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5304495897050641970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5304495897050641970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-scavenger-hunt_12.html' title='photo scavenger hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SULYNDozWaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/55i2hX5gxVY/s72-c/dec08+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-677675238518975833</id><published>2008-12-05T22:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:19:46.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo scavenger hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SToKX68-nsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/g-GtSCADJug/s1600-h/misc+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276541319496244930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SToKX68-nsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/g-GtSCADJug/s320/misc+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks subject was self-portrait. I like to tinker a bit with my photos so I had a bit of fun with the second photo! Couldn't get the first to do what I wanted it to do though.  My eyes are that color by the way. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SToKKGp9rfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WRyzPgAW22I/s1600-h/misc+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276541082119548402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SToKKGp9rfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WRyzPgAW22I/s320/misc+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-677675238518975833?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/677675238518975833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=677675238518975833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/677675238518975833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/677675238518975833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='photo scavenger hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SToKX68-nsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/g-GtSCADJug/s72-c/misc+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1005118677925383041</id><published>2008-12-02T20:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:01:13.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadaism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STX562-XPBI/AAAAAAAAATw/H-0iczpoFH4/s1600-h/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397328119217170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STX562-XPBI/AAAAAAAAATw/H-0iczpoFH4/s320/DSCN0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were done with all the weddings this weekend we went to this amazing art exhibit about recycled art. No it isn't art recycled into more art, it's ANYTHING that would be trash that is made to be art. Look carefully at the picture and guess what it might be. Not plastic old toy butterflies like I thought at first... it's aluminum cans cut in the shape and size of butterflies. Look at the bigger shape of it too. It was a really inspiring exhibit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we got home later that evening I picked up a art/toy magazine and flipped through it. The only thing that I really looked at was this really funny looking doll, it was entitled &lt;em&gt;Dada. &lt;/em&gt;Well not knowing what it meant I went to the encyclopedia to find out. It is really cool if you're me. It was an art form developed in the middle of world war I (1916) that artists all over Europe fled to Switzerland (a neutral country) so that they could continue with their art. In the words of The New Book Of Knowledge,"&lt;em&gt; They created work that was anti-war, anti-modern life, and indeed, anti-art. this group called their art dada because the word had nothing to do with anything-it was pure nonsense."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone that knows me knows that I am all about modern and abstract art. I have always been enthralled and overjoyed by anything art and always will be. Ever wonder who first put lip and chin hair on the Mona Lisa? It wasn't some high school kid trying to make his art project more interesting it was Marcel Duchamp from the Dada movement. There is just so much to learn and a whole life time to learn it in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1005118677925383041?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1005118677925383041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1005118677925383041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1005118677925383041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1005118677925383041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dadaism.html' title='Dadaism'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STX562-XPBI/AAAAAAAAATw/H-0iczpoFH4/s72-c/DSCN0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-170424284487011041</id><published>2008-11-28T21:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:10:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo scavenger hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't done this in a while because of a lack of a camera and other things. This weeks subject was what we are thankful for. So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDGIuM-inI/AAAAAAAAATI/p5TSyvpb1vs/s1600-h/DSCN0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273933016794565234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDGIuM-inI/AAAAAAAAATI/p5TSyvpb1vs/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1. Wake-up meds for me and anyone who loves Cocoa like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDIu3_lirI/AAAAAAAAATY/rosbYJLjJvk/s1600-h/100_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935871281040050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDIu3_lirI/AAAAAAAAATY/rosbYJLjJvk/s320/100_4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. My mum. I think that that is enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDIvna-ZdI/AAAAAAAAATg/rkiXGUG9OjU/s1600-h/august08+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935884012381650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDIvna-ZdI/AAAAAAAAATg/rkiXGUG9OjU/s320/august08+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#3. Family fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also things that I am grateful for that i don't have pictures of-&lt;br /&gt;#4. colors!&lt;br /&gt;#5. heat&lt;br /&gt;#6. My car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was an awesome Thanks Giving with laughs, tears from the laughs and lots of new jokes for next year! One more that I am really grateful for is one my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewofyouphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-170424284487011041?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/170424284487011041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=170424284487011041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/170424284487011041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/170424284487011041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='photo scavenger hunt'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/STDGIuM-inI/AAAAAAAAATI/p5TSyvpb1vs/s72-c/DSCN0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5271301348321325602</id><published>2008-11-22T20:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:01:55.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSjOWwz7OII/AAAAAAAAATA/FVFenXHQp4I/s1600-h/61025-10~Lion-and-His-Keeper-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690254292301954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSjOWwz7OII/AAAAAAAAATA/FVFenXHQp4I/s320/61025-10~Lion-and-His-Keeper-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is the best thing I have seen for a long time! It made me laugh, think and &lt;em&gt;SMILE &lt;/em&gt;more then any other movie has. Watch then think on it..... &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiritualcinemacircle.com/scc/ecs/public/main/validationMovie.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S. Can't post without a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5271301348321325602?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5271301348321325602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5271301348321325602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5271301348321325602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5271301348321325602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/validation.html' title='Validation'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSjOWwz7OII/AAAAAAAAATA/FVFenXHQp4I/s72-c/61025-10~Lion-and-His-Keeper-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2343685871884482831</id><published>2008-11-16T22:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:38:33.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200 plus pages more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSEBHOYVejI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jgXnrCnorAM/s1600-h/2871_brittain_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494262631070258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSEBHOYVejI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jgXnrCnorAM/s320/2871_brittain_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Testament of youth' By Vera Brittain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think I was going to post tonight but then my dad told me that I should just 'write it all out'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the process of reading a 600 page book about world war I. It starts out as easy reading for the first 270 pages then you start hitting the hard stuff. I just finished reading about the death of yet &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; good friend of Vera's, who is the main character and author of the book. Yes, this is an auto biography, which makes it even harder to read this book. This women lost first her fiance,Roland, then her best friends,Geoffrey and Victor. I know that it is going to get worse because her brother is going to die next. I think the worst thing so far is when they are burying Victor, her brother couldn't get leave to say goodbye and he writes Vera saying,"We started alone, dear child, and here we are alone again; you find me changed, I expect, more than I find you; that is perhaps the way of Life. But we share a memory which is worth all the rest of the world, and the sun of that memory never sets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her brother, Victor and Roland where as everyone called them &lt;em&gt;the three musketeers &lt;/em&gt;and her brother had to watch his best friends die and he was completely alone before the time came when he left the world. Vera lost everything that mattered to her and yet she still endured and went back to serve all the men in the army who needed her. I don't know if I could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2343685871884482831?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2343685871884482831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2343685871884482831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2343685871884482831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2343685871884482831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/200-plus-pages-more.html' title='200 plus pages more'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SSEBHOYVejI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jgXnrCnorAM/s72-c/2871_brittain_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-832308418465289988</id><published>2008-11-13T18:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:29:06.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268319117939906898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRzUUzQ1GVI/AAAAAAAAASw/SgHQhgGFtwg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Conversation between mum and I: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"What are you doing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum:"Praying to the cabinet gods"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was finding something to make for dinner and not coming up with any ideas.&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/5532568328521779171-832308418465289988?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/832308418465289988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=832308418465289988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/832308418465289988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/832308418465289988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRzUUzQ1GVI/AAAAAAAAASw/SgHQhgGFtwg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5184758615736818424</id><published>2008-11-09T11:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:35:42.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRcoNrQdCTI/AAAAAAAAASg/4eejae05Obs/s1600-h/touble+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266722504648231218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRcoNrQdCTI/AAAAAAAAASg/4eejae05Obs/s320/touble+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already talked to one family about this but to those who read this and hire me this is what is going on, I'm not going to work Thursdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one in particular has called me for this day but I really need this it's so I can do things with my family, friends, school, etc. I worked every day(except Sunday) for the last month and a half. I'm more then worn out and in need of a superpower to keep me going if I am to continue like that. So please for my sanity, no Thursdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5184758615736818424?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5184758615736818424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5184758615736818424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5184758615736818424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5184758615736818424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-thursdays.html' title='No Thursdays'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRcoNrQdCTI/AAAAAAAAASg/4eejae05Obs/s72-c/touble+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2862346728096113166</id><published>2008-11-05T21:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:07:21.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRJ454q12OI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ur6S0coD_nQ/s1600-h/mesa_lds_mormon_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265403850209482978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRJ454q12OI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ur6S0coD_nQ/s320/mesa_lds_mormon_temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I love about the temple is that every time I do confirmations I can just see all the souls in heaven rejoicing over that one little thing. Something that we take for granted and just count off, or at least that is the way I used to think of it when I was a Beehive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that really struck me today was how quiet the temple really is from all the other places in this world. You will always hear the traffic all around it but other then that it is the truest kind of quiet, It's spiritually quiet. I could really feel all the peace of mind and spirit there and that is something that I don't feel very much anymore, I always am thinking of the things I need to do next. I really felt like I was the only person there. I was looking out on half the grounds and there was no one else around me or in sight. I am so happy that I live within driving distance of a temple and that there are going to be three more in this state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really started thinking about time today and how we let it go so fast without even realizing it. Thank you Beehives for being good &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the temple and really showing me a bit of how I felt when it was my first time. You all were really excited and happy to go into the temple and learn about something that you'll do again and again in the future. They were all so interested in all the little things about it: the way that you hold you hands for baptizing, the font itself, etc. It was just so much fun watching them!..... I guess that all that interest and fascination turned to energy after we left though because they went &lt;em&gt;off.&lt;/em&gt; That might be enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the temple and always love the way that I feel after it. A big thanks to all of our leaders for putting up with us all and loving it all the while...most of the time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that It might be time for bed since I just said flink pamingos instead of pink flamingos to my mum!&lt;/div&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/5532568328521779171-2862346728096113166?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2862346728096113166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2862346728096113166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2862346728096113166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2862346728096113166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/temple.html' title='Temple'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SRJ454q12OI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ur6S0coD_nQ/s72-c/mesa_lds_mormon_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1962909795361531583</id><published>2008-11-04T22:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:25:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Become a follower too!</title><content type='html'>I just crossed over to the dark side. I became a follower of my mother!!! You should become one too, because she is sitting there with a concussion and laughing over how cute my sister is with her new haircut. She isn't aloud to go to bed yet and she didn't get much sleep last night because Lyd wasn't doing well. So, come to the dark side with &lt;a href="http://findingthefun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding the Fun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Roll over the finding the fun to get to the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1962909795361531583?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1962909795361531583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1962909795361531583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1962909795361531583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1962909795361531583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/become-follower-too.html' title='Become a follower too!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-557458954008623290</id><published>2008-11-03T22:26:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:25:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time without all my randomness</title><content type='html'>WARNING: LONG POST&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SQ_fD68710I/AAAAAAAAASA/5s3IbPgG084/s1600-h/chaplin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264671747876837186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SQ_fD68710I/AAAAAAAAASA/5s3IbPgG084/s320/chaplin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since the last post. I think that the term 'Running till you can't no more' is the perfect thing to say about me. I run till I can't and then I sleep through dinner and can't go to sleep when I should! That is what happened today. I was so tired from work and seminary that I took a &lt;em&gt;nap&lt;/em&gt; at 3:30 and didn't get up till 6:30, It's now 10:30 and I am more awake then I have been in the last few weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I really am enjoying school and people don't believe me when I say it. I just saw a Sister from our old ward and she gave me a bit of a startled look when I told her that I love the way that I am doing school and that I learn more this way then most likely if I was in public school. This is a women who never approved of me being home schooled. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One joke in my family is what kind of animal you would like to be when you are reincarnated( we are LDS and don't believe in reincarnation but it is always a funny thing to joke about). I used to think that it would be the life to be a bear, you only have your kids stay with you for 2 years, you get to sleep for half the year in a warm cave or log and you get to eat and play all the time. Then I started to think about it a little bit more... Look at all the things that could go wrong! So instead I think I'll be a house cat. Your kids get sold after a few weeks of having them, you get fed by your humans, you get played with and pet all the time, and the whole cat nap thing... Yep that's it, I'm going to be a house cat in the next life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday I'm going to the Mesa Temple with my YW group. I love the temple and can't wait. It's kind of a personal commandment given to me to go to the Temple as much as I can and I'm just fine obeying it. One thing is that I hope we don't rush through it like last time. I think we stayed in the Temple for 30 minutes at the most. Partly because there was no one else there and because we had only about 8 young women at the time. I don't think that we have much more now though.I just need to remember to bring that 700 page book I'm reading for the ride there. It's really interesting it's just that I read really slow, even though I read all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those that don't know (or didn't see me) for Halloween I was Mary Poppins. I was not very smart for breaking in the shoes the night of Halloween but other then that I had fun giving out '&lt;em&gt;spoons full of sugar' &lt;/em&gt;to all the little kids as I walked around. I was only asked to sing by Elice S. and Bro. Tenny. I think I did pretty good for the most part, it was only hard to sing after I ate all Lydia's candy. Thanks Lins for sharing Halloween this year with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that after all these years I will always love Shakespeare. It was one of those things that I really enjoyed when I first started to read. My favorite(among many) quotes is the last words of Puck in &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If we shadows have offended,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think of this and all is mended-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you have but slumber'd here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while these visions did appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this weak and idle theme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more yielding but a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gentles, do not reprehend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you pardon, we will mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, as I am an honest Puck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we have unearned luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will make amends ere long; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Else the Puck a liar call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, good night unto you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me your hands, if we be friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and Robin shall restore amends." [Exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, as you might know already, I am tired now and must go to seminary and work tomorrow. So good night unto you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-557458954008623290?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/557458954008623290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=557458954008623290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/557458954008623290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/557458954008623290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-without-all-my-randomness.html' title='Long time without all my randomness'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SQ_fD68710I/AAAAAAAAASA/5s3IbPgG084/s72-c/chaplin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6273704746829753179</id><published>2008-10-04T22:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:30:16.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Thayney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SOhBVDpc15I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JZs1PydKVf0/s1600-h/june2008_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253520795339904914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SOhBVDpc15I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JZs1PydKVf0/s320/june2008_042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that kid! I think that that is all I need to say when I think of him(when he is being good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home tonight cold and still awake and full of energy, so I finally got all the stuff out to make more Cocoa. I think it is my one true love. It will never hurt me, never leave me and always tastes good in the morning. Anyway! Thayne is so cute when he says,'Totoa!' Instead of cocoa. I don't understand why he can say my name perfectly and then can't say cocoa. Thayne is really helpful when it comes to eating the sugar before the mixing process but other then that I think that he is better for entertainment then for cooking/mixing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started to get busy with life Thayne would cry and then not give me a hug when I got home, just to let me know he was not happy I left in the first place. After that he would not even look at me or hug me at all to make sure I knew he was mad about me never being home. Now Thayne is a little older and gives me a hug before I go and when I get home, He loves owls and 'totoa' just like me. I have to confess now..... I really wasn't very happy about him when I first found out that Mum was pregnant. I was worried about loosing my mum and what was going to happen when the baby was born. I can't say now that I'm sad he's here, even in all of his melodramatic ways. For a while when we lived in the log cabin I was the one that got him to go to sleep the best. I would sit with him in a chair and watch a movie or just rock him till he would fall asleep. I'm really glad you chose to stay and continue to make me laugh all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6273704746829753179?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6273704746829753179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6273704746829753179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6273704746829753179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6273704746829753179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-with-thayney.html' title='Fun with Thayney'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SOhBVDpc15I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JZs1PydKVf0/s72-c/june2008_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6862167837559645917</id><published>2008-09-17T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:41:53.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE RULE!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been Chauffeuring the Smith kids to a few of their activities lately. They are used to having many rules in a car about food and seat belts and so on. So I just told them that in my car I don't really care if you get food on the seat or take your shoes off because the car's name is Junker and it lives up to it's name. So yesterday I had Cami and Jared, we were on our way home from getting baby food and doing scout stuff when Cami says in a very loud voice so I will completely understand her," I really need to go Pee!" If you live in Prescott then you know about the all the construction on Gurly and Shelton, I was in the middle of it. I turned in my seat and asked in my patient voice if she could hold it till we got home. The answer was of course a very impatient/apprehensive voice,"NO!!!" I made a few really quick choices and decided that I needed to change the direction of the car! She then informs me that she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; needs to go and &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;can't hold it much longer. I was in front of the college at the time and cut through the back roads to get to the nearest place with a public restroom. Thank you Whataburger for the use of your toilet! I don't even think I shut the door to the car as I ran Cami in and informed Jared that he should come inside the fast food place with us. As we are waiting for Cami to finish (she really did have to go!) Jared looks at me and said he was going to go to the restroom too.&lt;br /&gt;That is my one rule! You are not allowed to relieve yourself in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6862167837559645917?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6862167837559645917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6862167837559645917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6862167837559645917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6862167837559645917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-rule.html' title='ONE RULE!!!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8922159977760969667</id><published>2008-09-16T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:10:51.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SNCBV9gDhqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r5WcxZBZdsQ/s1600-h/night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246835780172875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SNCBV9gDhqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r5WcxZBZdsQ/s320/night.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a book that I think all people should read to understand some of what was happening during the Holocaust. This was an amazing book that made me really think about our freedom in a new light and understand their pain. Some people might say that this book was not that bad but whoever say that has been desensitised by what is acceptable in the media now days. The really sad thing is that all this we like to think is just in the past, when every day things similar to what is in this book are happening lots of other place all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;Some how I managed not to cry through the whole book. I then got to the Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance speech  of the author's at the end. This is one of my favorite quotes from it:&lt;br /&gt;"one person of integrity, can make a difference, a difference of life and death.As long as one dissident is in prison, our freedom will not be true. As long as one child is hungry, our life will be filled with anguish and shame. What all these victims need above all is to know that they are not alone; that we are not forgetting them, that when their voices are stifled we shall lend them ours, that while their freedom depends on ours, the quality of our freedom depends on theirs."&lt;br /&gt;~by Elie Wiesel in Oslo on December 10, 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do we complain about our lives when there are people on other sides of the world that are treated like cattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8922159977760969667?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8922159977760969667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8922159977760969667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8922159977760969667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8922159977760969667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/night.html' title='~Night~'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SNCBV9gDhqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r5WcxZBZdsQ/s72-c/night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-437417529508504256</id><published>2008-09-12T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:03:48.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.P.</title><content type='html'>Patriotic. That was the Scavenger hunt photo subject this week. I haven't done any of the others lately because I have been working up a storm and just breathing the rest of the time. A.K.A......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245250187594465138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SMrfQU2ef3I/AAAAAAAAANk/pOl0OV25Qtw/s320/Chaiya+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;School. I really love being busy with it all though. The breathing is from a very intense book I am reading right now about the Holocaust. I have to breathe every few pages because I can see all that is happening. Some people will say,"oh, I'm a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; visual person!" I am that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phrase&lt;/span&gt; in a nutshell.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It is all like I am really there when I start to read. That is one of the reasons I am so selective in what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SMrfQuDXGxI/AAAAAAAAANs/lBB2A9voc3A/s1600-h/Chaiya+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245250194359393042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SMrfQuDXGxI/AAAAAAAAANs/lBB2A9voc3A/s320/Chaiya+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you about these photos though! I was walking to seminary this morning and was looking for a good photo. I could just do one of the &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;flags that I see on the walk there. Imagine my delight when I see my friend Caleb walk up with two layers on(both blue) and a rose in his pocket for a good friend of his at school. The only thing I needed was something white. That is a wall in some person's yard that we walk past every day! At first he didn't want to go alone with it but in the end I got the shots!&lt;br /&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/5532568328521779171-437417529508504256?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/437417529508504256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=437417529508504256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/437417529508504256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/437417529508504256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/shp.html' title='S.H.P.'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SMrfQU2ef3I/AAAAAAAAANk/pOl0OV25Qtw/s72-c/Chaiya+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-769888527919064200</id><published>2008-09-05T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:07:59.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Qutoe of the day!</title><content type='html'>"Chaiya, I love your car! It sounds like a motorcycle. pause... But it smells like dirt so I don't think that I like it."&lt;br /&gt;~Camile M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-769888527919064200?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/769888527919064200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=769888527919064200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/769888527919064200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/769888527919064200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/qutoe-of-day.html' title='Qutoe of the day!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8853501230249980372</id><published>2008-08-31T22:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:03:29.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been</title><content type='html'>Working myself almost none stop with babysitting/maid work all week! other then that some school here and there. I am not going to bore you with that sort of chatter, though. I will tell you about my adventure! Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;For those who have driven with me will say that I am a good driver,even (not quoted exactly,Sarah) a 'PANSY' when it comes to the road and it's rules. I find that I owe other drivers and my passengers a safe drive! I can now say on the little tag things that I get in emails that I have been stopped by police officer this year. Yes. I said it. I couldn't stop thinking as I saw the lights behind me," was I speeding? I know that I was trying to get around that person because they were driving at odd speeds but was I really going that much over that I will get a ticket?!!? I won't be able to drive if the insurance goes up! " I was thinking this and many other thoughts like it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the cop was a bit surprised when I told him the window didn't roll down and the back door opened... I have a really cool car(no sarcasm in there at all)! It's name is Junker. I was asked if I knew why I was pulled over, when I answered no he told me that he had been following me since the square and my lights weren't on! I then check to see if they were working properly and it just ended up that I hadn't turned the nobbie all the way and they were on hazard.I was asked twice if I had been drinking and was asked jokingly if I was a BRAT after he saw my Air Force ID(which I might add is expired). At the end of this the police officer was joking with me though I was still really shaky, that just made him ask if I had done anything wrong or I was just really nerves? "Just nerves."&lt;br /&gt;I think that that is the smallest voice I have ever heard come out of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8853501230249980372?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8853501230249980372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8853501230249980372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8853501230249980372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8853501230249980372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been.html' title='I have been'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1561148315875602219</id><published>2008-08-25T19:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:21:00.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination, Mum's Birthday and other stuff.Not in that order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SLNaekfCZII/AAAAAAAAANU/Y_U6mvw2ZNE/s1600-h/Chaiya+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630272798450818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SLNaekfCZII/AAAAAAAAANU/Y_U6mvw2ZNE/s320/Chaiya+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really love this picture of me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quayde&lt;/span&gt;. It was taken at Copper Basin Lake when we were finished with our "walk". I can't remember what we were talking about but I had a cattail in my hand and was goofing off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SLNae507GSI/AAAAAAAAANc/IpdiNbPXOZY/s1600-h/Chaiya+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238630278527392034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SLNae507GSI/AAAAAAAAANc/IpdiNbPXOZY/s320/Chaiya+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Mum's presents for her Birthday! I don't know what it is made out of, but the cool thing about it is that you can take the seat part off and put it in the washer! I know, cool huh?!? I just hope that they remember to tell everyone when the seat is not on, because otherwise it could be a bit messy.&lt;br /&gt;There will be more pictures of the event later when it is all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you every had the feeling to do something but you ignore it. Then you feel bad later on because you know that you should have done what that feeling was telling you to do because you know what was going on/what had happened? I have, and I am sorry to those two people that I have put off. I know (or now know) what is happening. Sorry for not listening and acting on that prompting when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that this concerns: Baby M will not be a '&lt;em&gt;distraction' &lt;/em&gt;anymore. Sorry that She was I didn't mean it to end up that way. She will not be coming to church with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the sugar crave? Well, that is what I have right now! It only comes this bad once a month. Hint: the second day is worse on emotions and cravings. So you might want to keep your distance from me, I might eat you. I don't even think that that's a joke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1561148315875602219?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1561148315875602219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1561148315875602219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1561148315875602219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1561148315875602219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastination-mums-birthday-and-other.html' title='Procrastination, Mum&apos;s Birthday and other stuff.Not in that order'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SLNaekfCZII/AAAAAAAAANU/Y_U6mvw2ZNE/s72-c/Chaiya+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8357144930160964242</id><published>2008-08-17T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:16:51.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poems, life and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SKkGoDLMiGI/AAAAAAAAANM/LOPN6-tFcXM/s1600-h/puck+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235723326911711330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SKkGoDLMiGI/AAAAAAAAANM/LOPN6-tFcXM/s320/puck+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week for fun/school we wrote a poem. The title is Where I'm From. It wasn't hard because of the way that we did it, It just took me long time!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, being me, I drew on the corners of the paper of my main lesson book.On one corner there was Horton hatches the egg's elephant-bird and the other had Puck.I think that my Puck looks more  like peter pan though. For those who do not know who Puck is I'll give you a hint...William Shakespeare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am from the softness of silkies, from laughing at myself and singing at the top of my lungs to songs I only know half of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from where mistakes are creative adventures, nothing is impossible and where white walls are unheard of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from catching bugs, from the light that warms me, the wind in the trees and the sound of the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from large family parties in a very small town, from JR Wilson, and Micheal and Tracie, from the green of England and Ireland and the lands of the Blackfoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from spit wads with Nick, Blading with Julian, Scaring Cindy and wondering in the woods with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from cider in winder, Flagstaff in August and a gold throne on Birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from I love yous, be happy,'Dancing in the morning' and skipping Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from what rings true, from manifestation and meditation, from my Father in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from bubble teas and pumpkin bars, from all kinds of bread and hot cocoa in the summer months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from Impressionists paintings, a car crash, a young man's smile, from Shakespeare's pen and a Glass blower's hot shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am from laughter and tears, the purple in a sunset and the yellow in Autumn trees, from the works of Dr. Seuss and William Shakespeare, from Happiness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is who I am accentual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was the wedding down in Mesa. I was happy to have the trip. Even more so for the heat. I thought that it was a bit cooler there than usual down there but that was just me according to the thermostat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last Saturday was also my last youth conference. It really makes you think about time when you know that unfortunately you are going to be in singles ward next year. I even had a really good time at the dance which is the first time in a long time. Most dances aren't that much fun because of the little detail that not very many people come. This dance I hung out with friends, danced pretty badly, gotten all those said friends to dance with people no one really knew and got to know one friend better. T.V. is a really cool guy and I didn't really know much about him other then surface stuff. He also tried to teach me how to swing dance.'Sign'. I don't know when all my friends will finally give up on this, they know I don't have the balance for it but they just keep on trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I should probably try to sleep considering it is 11:04 and I have seminary in the morning. I don't think that I am able to be in bed before 11 unless and I am sick because it just never happens.  Anyway. till next post and I don't think that I will be waiting a month to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Give me your hand if we be friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Robin shall restore amens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             [Exit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8357144930160964242?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8357144930160964242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8357144930160964242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8357144930160964242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8357144930160964242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/poems-life-and-other-things.html' title='poems, life and other things'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SKkGoDLMiGI/AAAAAAAAANM/LOPN6-tFcXM/s72-c/puck+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6418910281466357307</id><published>2008-07-28T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:42:24.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post # 100</title><content type='html'>This is a post that is about everything and everything that is rolling around in my head. So, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING: fairly long post ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I blame it on my parents but it really isn't their fault that I am the way I am. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the cold! I can't even take AC well and I live in AZ! Most people think that there is something wrong with me when I'm in the &lt;em&gt;very large&lt;/em&gt; mall of ours shivering because it is below 70. You think that I am joking? Well, so did the cute guy at the Verizon booth who asked if I was feeling well the other day. I am joking however about having a &lt;em&gt;very large&lt;/em&gt; mall by the way. It's tiny. You walk in one direction you'll see it all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just rearranged my bedroom and now I just have to vacuum. I've been avoiding that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that it is about time that I find a new series to follow with. You can't blame me, I miss talking to my aunt Shawna about Gilmore Girls when it was showing. Any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's also about time that I make my bed... isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my Grandma. hehehe. I have her for a little bit longer! Unfortunately she is going to go home to Alaska soon though. But until then you have to make your own bread! (not meant as mean, just laughing) --Love you Nonny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to Chino for an activity night. It's only been 3 years since I last went. I know that it will be really fun and I'll get to see everyone that I grew up with. It's kind of funny how everyone that I grew up with thought that I be this really tall person when I got older-I shot up sooner then most- and really I'm just average height. 5'6... and a 1/2! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have this friend who is pretty close to my complete opposite. She likes the cold, I like the heat. She loves the dark, I need to light. etc. you get it right. I'm going to dye her hair. I have never dyed hair before.... I'll learn tomorrow though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no units on my phone. So if you try to call and I don't pick up, don't get offended. It's not that I'm ignoring you. I'll call you back, when I find out you have called. You know what, just call my home phone! lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have Starry brightness on my window. No, I don't think that I'll explain that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thayne has been trying to &lt;em&gt;scudoo &lt;/em&gt;into his favorite books and magazines for the past week. Scudoo - which I don't think I am even spelling right- is what Steve and Jo do in Blues Clues. It's where they'll do a little dance and sing a little long then jump into a book and get to play in the story. It's really cute. Thayne I think is still really upset that it doesn't work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got my hair cut! that is a really big thing. I have been needing a haircut for a while. So I asked one of my church leaders if I watched her kids she would cut my hair. It was a yes and she did an amazing job on it. She did some thinning and cut a inch or so off and now I feel like a whole new me! You may think that I am joking but I'm not! Thank you again Kim!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mice bergaids are on again! I have a mouse in my room and he licked all the peanut butter off the trap and didn't even snap it! This is war. For those who know me for the life saving person I am, just remember that this is a mouse. That gets into all that it really shouldn't. If there was a way for me to get it out nicely I would. This is no spider to be put into a cup and put outside. Believe me! I would if I could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are we into August yet!??! I don't know why but I really am done with this month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that is all for now.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6418910281466357307?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6418910281466357307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6418910281466357307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6418910281466357307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6418910281466357307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-100.html' title='Post # 100'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3952989076750200439</id><published>2008-07-23T13:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:30:42.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the flavor is.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIeEFRcqweI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aOvwIyZLGpQ/s1600-h/107291219_505f16179c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226291118704607714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIeEFRcqweI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aOvwIyZLGpQ/s320/107291219_505f16179c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Call me obsessed but I really wanted to know!&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the company with the question," what is the flavor of Swedish fish?" and got this nice email back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Wilson-Callihan:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for contacting us about Swedish Fish. Your comments and inquiries are appreciated because they provide valuable feedback about our brands.Original Swedish Fish come in a unique blend of flavors that we like to call "red".Thank you for taking the time to contact us. We hope that you will continue to purchase and enjoy our products.Sincerely,Consumer Relations001087315AJT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED!!! In my opinion that is NOT a flavor it's a color! Thanks anyway though for your feedback on my question Consumer Relations001087315AJT!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you readers of this blog for your answers as well.&lt;br /&gt;~Chy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No I did not take the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3952989076750200439?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3952989076750200439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3952989076750200439&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3952989076750200439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3952989076750200439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-flavor-is.html' title='And the flavor is.......'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIeEFRcqweI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aOvwIyZLGpQ/s72-c/107291219_505f16179c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8551249443468885267</id><published>2008-07-20T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:36:47.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Fish will set you free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIQdlit6mDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-OAhyVvOq_E/s1600-h/sweish+fish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225333998468372530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIQdlit6mDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-OAhyVvOq_E/s320/sweish+fish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not really but it sounded good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a question to those who may or may not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck is the flavor of Swedish fish!?!? To those who just thought," Chaiya... just look on the bag for that kind of a question."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let me tell you, that the bag doesn't have anything on it about the flavor of this very yummy and highly health endangering snack! I even went to the site to see if it had anything to say about it. As you can tell...nothing. The first to tell me the &lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt; flavor will receive a bag of Swedish fish, hand delivered or mailed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  It is not Cherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8551249443468885267?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8551249443468885267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8551249443468885267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8551249443468885267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8551249443468885267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/swedish-fish-will-set-you-free.html' title='Swedish Fish will set you free!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIQdlit6mDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-OAhyVvOq_E/s72-c/sweish+fish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7320408979087109661</id><published>2008-07-18T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:18:23.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scavenger hunt photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIFqHW4wHYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qY5zod3dqyY/s1600-h/Chaiya+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224573717361728898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIFqHW4wHYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qY5zod3dqyY/s320/Chaiya+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the little girls I babysit for. She got really happy when I told her that I &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;her to put my lip gloss on. And to add to her happiness I was going to take pictures of her doing it! I love you LainaD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7320408979087109661?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7320408979087109661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7320408979087109661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7320408979087109661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7320408979087109661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/scavenger-hunt-photo_18.html' title='scavenger hunt photo'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SIFqHW4wHYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qY5zod3dqyY/s72-c/Chaiya+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2043818399800182383</id><published>2008-07-11T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:00:12.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scavenger hunt photo!</title><content type='html'>This week it is, drum role please..... Signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lazy. I even had a really cool, creative idea but just didn't get around to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNfeuwgI/AAAAAAAAAME/suuTBQf8Jic/s1600-h/Chaiya+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221616136469004802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNfeuwgI/AAAAAAAAAME/suuTBQf8Jic/s320/Chaiya+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNfeuwgI/AAAAAAAAAME/suuTBQf8Jic/s1600-h/Chaiya+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNncujkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MUhwcdj9iQI/s1600-h/Chaiya+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNncujkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MUhwcdj9iQI/s1600-h/Chaiya+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221616138608086594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNncujkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MUhwcdj9iQI/s320/Chaiya+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2043818399800182383?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2043818399800182383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2043818399800182383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2043818399800182383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2043818399800182383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/scavenger-hunt-photo_11.html' title='scavenger hunt photo!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHboNfeuwgI/AAAAAAAAAME/suuTBQf8Jic/s72-c/Chaiya+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2842723357960492928</id><published>2008-07-10T01:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:40:30.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY</title><content type='html'>What I didn't tell anyone was that I was having a really hard time with my testimony before I went to EFY. Not even girls camp(which usually helps) didn't scratch it. I went and it was nothing that I was expected it to be but was everything I needed. Now though, I have realized that I have been asleep and need to just wake-up from this comatose I've been in for far to long. I realized I am not satisfied with where I am at in life and know that I need to change things. I have this song in my car that I don't really listen to half the time. Today though as I was on my way to pick up my brother from a friends I hear it the way I needed to for the first time. " I'm sorry for the person I've became. I'm sorry that It took so long for me to change. I'm ready to never become that way again... cause who I am hates who I've been."  Not In literally for me hating myself but realizing comes close.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my group and more must think that I am the biggest crier in the world. I started to cry toward the end of the EFY song and didn't stop till the end of the testimony meeting... Then cried some more at the dorms. There was this guy who was not in our group who gave me and Allison tissue. After I thought that I was done crying! I can't remember him name but when he gave it to us he gave me a look like ' you need this more then I do'. Thank you!.. as I am laughing through my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Inside joke,'Tithing slips look just like police tickets'. If you really want to know then you have to ask me in an email or in person. Yes, that one is for you Varga! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that it would be good when I first walked up to sign in and all I saw were the run of the mill  Prep, Jock and Cheerleader Mormon kids. I was wrong, and really glad I was. I met people I would have never met other wise and had experiences I will never forget. I think I was well worth the money and will do it next year if life permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All the pictures were not from my camera. I am lazy and didn't want to upload them! Thanks Debi for setting up the photobucket. ~Chy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2842723357960492928?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2842723357960492928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2842723357960492928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2842723357960492928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2842723357960492928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/efy.html' title='EFY'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3646905001444715536</id><published>2008-07-10T00:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:47:30.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from EFY</title><content type='html'>I have more but these are the first I am posting because They are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWons4rf9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ga7oev5UgwI/s1600-h/PICT1203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221264743023214546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWons4rf9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ga7oev5UgwI/s320/PICT1203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front plumb colored shirt-Aaron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left blue-Tanner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above Tanner-Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women-Counselor Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next to Tiffany-Joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two above Joseph-Nolan &amp;amp;Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two above Tiffany(left to right)-Sam and Sam Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two at top(left to right)-Burns and Keiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntD018rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fVP7X8dCVQY/s1600-h/DSCN0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263735568855730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntD018rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fVP7X8dCVQY/s320/DSCN0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front left-Debi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man-Counselor Brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front right-Kelsey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arch left to right-Anna, Anna(my roommate),Aubry,Me Allison,Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWondI_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/fZWoCVEoqpI/s1600-h/PICT1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221264738796659570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWondI_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/fZWoCVEoqpI/s320/PICT1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanner with cool glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look close at the glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debi is great with a camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263733981749298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s320/DSCN0570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burns, Tiffany and Keiler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burns and Keiler were the ones to start the Devil horns thing that stuck with us all. Tiffany was the Devil according to them so... you get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263735260442178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s320/heidi119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome Allison and Beautiful Heidi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWns96coDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kTiq_z5MQu4/s1600-h/DSCN0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263742796266370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s320/heidi121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our banner with Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntCrT7kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_Xh-kcrb7Mk/s1600-h/heidi119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263741653445090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s320/PICT0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this Picture! It was one of the first two days I think so none of us knew each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is a lie. I knew Joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntev_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/utMq0LvC4cE/s1600-h/heidi121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonNWEdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r9mwDS3aU3M/s1600-h/PICT1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221264734556550402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonNWEdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r9mwDS3aU3M/s320/PICT1106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWntafhaeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/50pmlxOx6OY/s1600-h/PICT0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubry and Debi. We were really bored as we waited to get to our seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonNWEdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r9mwDS3aU3M/s1600-h/PICT1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonNWEdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r9mwDS3aU3M/s1600-h/PICT1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonNWEdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r9mwDS3aU3M/s1600-h/PICT1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221264732485473602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s320/PICT1096-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we were really bored?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....This picture was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ot altered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonFoSVUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Eym8WI2Ar5Y/s1600-h/PICT1096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s1600-h/PICT1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s1600-h/PICT1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s1600-h/PICT1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221264737971366418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s320/PICT1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s1600-h/PICT1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, but this was Brain's badge. None of us called him Brain. We all called him Toby. He just looked like a Toby so that is what we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWonaEOahI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6pjf0xahM3c/s1600-h/PICT1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5532568328521779171-3646905001444715536?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3646905001444715536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3646905001444715536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3646905001444715536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3646905001444715536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics-from-efy.html' title='Pics from EFY'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWons4rf9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ga7oev5UgwI/s72-c/PICT1203-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6386973209212970591</id><published>2008-07-10T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:12:41.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures from EFY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt4YSmpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dLqGp7a1TP0/s1600-h/PICT1121-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221272545769200274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt4YSmpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dLqGp7a1TP0/s320/PICT1121-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is salt..... I can't be sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuLcWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NZsmsv9hi9s/s1600-h/PICT1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221272550886492770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuLcWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NZsmsv9hi9s/s320/PICT1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuLcWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NZsmsv9hi9s/s1600-h/PICT1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan and Anna My roommate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221272548270588482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s320/PICT1130-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Sam. Not the one from Vegas. He was Climbing the tree and we all thought that he was going to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s1600-h/PICT1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s1600-h/PICT1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvuBsqwkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/41GDOi3pQfE/s1600-h/PICT1130-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s1600-h/PICT1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s1600-h/PICT1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221272558452721026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s320/PICT1153.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debi and Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvunoRxYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m3zUxU5kOZ4/s1600-h/PICT1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why they were laughing so hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron was laughing so hard he laid his head on the table and looked like he was going to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was about the cake, which was really REALLY gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt75DdaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9WFojWlL-p0/s1600-h/PICT1125-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221272546711926178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt75DdaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9WFojWlL-p0/s320/PICT1125-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first time to my knowledge that they did you the devil sign.. I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt75DdaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9WFojWlL-p0/s1600-h/PICT1125-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6386973209212970591?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6386973209212970591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6386973209212970591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6386973209212970591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6386973209212970591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pictures-from-efy.html' title='more pictures from EFY'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWvt4YSmpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dLqGp7a1TP0/s72-c/PICT1121-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3604188842454321658</id><published>2008-07-10T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:13:35.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And More....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWyb6LLeYI/AAAAAAAAALM/zbCuDbr6RYQ/s1600-h/PICT1179-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275535548316034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWyb6LLeYI/AAAAAAAAALM/zbCuDbr6RYQ/s320/PICT1179-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front: Debi, Anna (my roommate),Kelsey, Aubry, Anna, Me, Heidi, Allison, Tiffany and Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back: Sam Vegas, Joseph, Sam, Ian, Aaron, Josh, Nolan, Burns, Keiler, Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWybWdlvSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZvqeipokLzY/s1600-h/PICT1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275525961858338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWybWdlvSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZvqeipokLzY/s320/PICT1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh..... I haven't a clue.I think he was trying to have horns?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWycPJSENI/AAAAAAAAALU/2x--nX_GEHQ/s1600-h/PICT1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275541177503954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWycPJSENI/AAAAAAAAALU/2x--nX_GEHQ/s320/PICT1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWycPJSENI/AAAAAAAAALU/2x--nX_GEHQ/s1600-h/PICT1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWycThbnwI/AAAAAAAAALc/b6PfOS7pEK8/s1600-h/PICT1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275542352535298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWycThbnwI/AAAAAAAAALc/b6PfOS7pEK8/s320/PICT1187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really good picture of Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWybyWCN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1rzzMDhdSDU/s1600-h/PICT1178-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275533446362946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWybyWCN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1rzzMDhdSDU/s320/PICT1178-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Allison goofing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWybyWCN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1rzzMDhdSDU/s1600-h/PICT1178-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3604188842454321658?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3604188842454321658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3604188842454321658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3604188842454321658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3604188842454321658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-more.html' title='And More....'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHWyb6LLeYI/AAAAAAAAALM/zbCuDbr6RYQ/s72-c/PICT1179-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7086656407826410250</id><published>2008-07-10T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:41:20.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW0XTj_L8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ns82ZTV0BCE/s1600-h/PICT1190-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221277655487164354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="317" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW0XTj_L8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ns82ZTV0BCE/s320/PICT1190-1.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW0Xvwb50I/AAAAAAAAALs/bFvWYi_Vgs0/s1600-h/PICT1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221277663055570754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW0Xvwb50I/AAAAAAAAALs/bFvWYi_Vgs0/s320/PICT1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian hold in there! I know that you don't want anymore pictures I feel the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW1HcE4iII/AAAAAAAAAL8/TkkFmFahDHI/s1600-h/PICT1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221278482406344834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW1HcE4iII/AAAAAAAAAL8/TkkFmFahDHI/s320/PICT1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me well will know that when it comes to group picture taking I get burned out really fast. Unlike some-cough,cough, Josh- I don't have a perfect fake smile so I just stopped smiling toward the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7086656407826410250?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7086656407826410250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7086656407826410250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7086656407826410250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7086656407826410250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/josh-ian-hold-in-there-i-know-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SHW0XTj_L8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ns82ZTV0BCE/s72-c/PICT1190-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4878136103397916183</id><published>2008-07-04T15:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:18:55.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger hunt photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG6hvp2sFWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXTvEQ9Tjsk/s1600-h/sports.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219286858230142306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG6hvp2sFWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXTvEQ9Tjsk/s320/sports.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was sports. I missed last week because I was at EFY, which I still need to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is the pict of the week. I feel that politics is a sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4878136103397916183?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4878136103397916183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4878136103397916183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4878136103397916183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4878136103397916183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/scavenger-hunt-photo.html' title='Scavenger hunt photo'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG6hvp2sFWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXTvEQ9Tjsk/s72-c/sports.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8597269817093932746</id><published>2008-07-04T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:20:15.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All she wants for her Birthday is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG2_0C7gEZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3hTzqEkMdCI/s1600-h/catwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219038444052812178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG2_0C7gEZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3hTzqEkMdCI/s320/catwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A catwalk! Yes you read it right. That is what a little 8 year old sister of mine wants for her birthday.  So we are sitting in in-n-out burger and Lydia starts to talk about her birthday and what she wants (just remember that this girl was born in May, her birthday isn't anytime soon). We really aren't paying that much attention to her because every once in a while she will do this. But we started to listen when she told us that she wants a catwalk with stars on it and spotlights so she can walk just like this so everyone can see! Yes she demonstrated the way that she would walk and then continued, telling Quayde that it is for girls only. Where she heard of a catwalk and&lt;br /&gt;knows what it is is a mystery to us!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG2_0bIxX4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cQ8zCLCBH_U/s1600-h/lydparkday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219038450550923138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG2_0bIxX4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cQ8zCLCBH_U/s320/lydparkday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still laughing and hope that you are too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8597269817093932746?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8597269817093932746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8597269817093932746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8597269817093932746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8597269817093932746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-she-wants-for-her-birthday-is.html' title='All she wants for her Birthday is...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SG2_0C7gEZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3hTzqEkMdCI/s72-c/catwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7345205895536609703</id><published>2008-06-30T23:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:09:50.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me bargain now!</title><content type='html'>Dear Ant,&lt;br /&gt;If I could kill you I would. But seeing how it makes me sick by just the crunch of you I will refrain. You see, Dear Ant, it has been this way since I was young. People think that I am just weird and, let's face it , I am. Don't think of me as weird because I wish you to live though. Because it's just not all that it appears to be. Yes, I value life. No, I don't think that people should kill you because of a stupid 'phobia'. But the truth is...'Sigh'... The truth is that I would crush you if it didn't make me have goosebumps, cold sweat and nausea! So now that you know my true feelings, Dear little Ant, I must ask you to get off the bathroom sink so I can brush my teeth. If you don't, then I will just have to get my brother to crush you while I am on the other side of the house. So as not to be sick of course. I'll keep my end of the bargain if you keep yours.I don't ask much, just stay away when I am trying to brush my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your potential life saver,&lt;br /&gt;Chaiya Anale Wilson-Callihan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7345205895536609703?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7345205895536609703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7345205895536609703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7345205895536609703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7345205895536609703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-and-me-bargain-now.html' title='You and Me bargain now!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5198448218312673692</id><published>2008-06-30T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:04:38.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SGmsnhF8RKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BvlC7QYeIQU/s1600-h/kung+fu+panda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217891438183597218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SGmsnhF8RKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BvlC7QYeIQU/s320/kung+fu+panda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post pictures and all about EFY when I get the film developed in the next few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to say that I went to see Kung Fu Panda tonight with my little brother Quayde. It was cute but I felt like it was just a little to rushed. The message was great though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The really cool part of the whole night was that me and Quayde had the whole theatre to ourselves! We could laugh and shout and make comments the whole time without anyone getting mad at us. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.......not like I don't do that when there are people anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT ANYWAY! I really am glad that I got to have time with Quayde since we are the ones that are gone the most. Quayde with friends and I with friends and work. The bad thing is that I drank more Dr. Pepper than I have since the school year ended so I will be up all night with a belly ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5198448218312673692?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5198448218312673692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5198448218312673692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5198448218312673692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5198448218312673692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SGmsnhF8RKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BvlC7QYeIQU/s72-c/kung+fu+panda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3627396344476774981</id><published>2008-06-20T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:21:43.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger hunt photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weeks photo scavenger hunt photo subject was.....Bugs! I think that I went a little happy with it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINBQtkvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoBzLTnLN4M/s1600-h/bug+1.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214121857102222066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINBQtkvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoBzLTnLN4M/s320/bug+1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINBQtkvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoBzLTnLN4M/s1600-h/bug+1.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINBQtkvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoBzLTnLN4M/s1600-h/bug+1.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was fun to play with on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINVkglgI/AAAAAAAAAII/8WQm0Ik0Zrc/s1600-h/foolinaround+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINVkglgI/AAAAAAAAAII/8WQm0Ik0Zrc/s1600-h/foolinaround+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214121862553966082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINVkglgI/AAAAAAAAAII/8WQm0Ik0Zrc/s320/foolinaround+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Shawna. I just had to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINVkglgI/AAAAAAAAAII/8WQm0Ik0Zrc/s1600-h/foolinaround+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINi-7JwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BL6XVnHN0N8/s1600-h/foolinaround+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214121866154419970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINi-7JwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BL6XVnHN0N8/s320/foolinaround+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite! It's Tippy as a butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3627396344476774981?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3627396344476774981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3627396344476774981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3627396344476774981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3627396344476774981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/scavenger-hunt-photos.html' title='Scavenger hunt photos'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFxINBQtkvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoBzLTnLN4M/s72-c/bug+1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-680330768504824195</id><published>2008-06-14T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:13:38.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Your as red as my skirt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laina Holdsworth as she is observing my back after swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Note- the color of the quote is the color of the skirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-680330768504824195?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/680330768504824195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=680330768504824195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/680330768504824195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/680330768504824195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2674182637717982594</id><published>2008-06-14T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:59:37.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mikka,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you. I love you so much that I might smother you to death with a hug on Sunday. Do you wish to know why I love you with such a passion? Well even if you don't I'm going to tell you! Mac woke-up at 5:07 this morning! I can't tell you how much I don't like mornings.:) Am I still smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I think that this is going to be the earliest I have ever posted! Thanks for putting him in bed by 7.At least I know he'll take a nap that is longer then 30 mins this afternoon. All thumbs up! that is mine and Mac's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm kidding about the hug.&lt;br /&gt;your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Chy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2674182637717982594?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2674182637717982594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2674182637717982594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2674182637717982594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2674182637717982594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-mikka.html' title='Dear Mikka,'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2050555055455854254</id><published>2008-06-13T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:31:36.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scavenger hunt find....or in my case taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFGl-qHGdSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fG-ft9KmEi4/s1600-h/oldnew+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128739718919458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFGl-qHGdSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fG-ft9KmEi4/s320/oldnew+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ask how I managed to get this in and out of the house without the Littles seeing it. I like the way the old one looks better then the new. I'm not one to complain though, considering that I like the thing inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2050555055455854254?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2050555055455854254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2050555055455854254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2050555055455854254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2050555055455854254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/scavenger-hunt-findor-in-my-case-taste.html' title='scavenger hunt find....or in my case taste'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SFGl-qHGdSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fG-ft9KmEi4/s72-c/oldnew+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-784138341133864157</id><published>2008-06-12T16:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:44:35.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp!</title><content type='html'>I'm back. This year I bit off a lot more then I thought I could chew but I got it all done and I think even did a pretty good job doing it. If I do say so my self. Me and Sarah were in charge of the flag ceremony for the whole week. Which meant that we had to talk to all the wards that were to be in the ceremony every day! For certification I put that the new skill I had learned was communication between wards. I don't think that that really counted but that is what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;I also had to sing for the talent show... I don't think that I sounded good but everyone else liked it. I was also in charge of leading the music for Sunday. The leader wanted me to start us off on a note. Yup. That's right, I had to hum a note in the mike so everyone knew what to start off on. And get this! The head leader for the music stuff told me what note to hum. These weren't new songs or something the girls didn't know. SO! Other then that the girls we were YCLing for thought that we were complete freaks, not even a joking about that! Luckily one of the three warmed up to us at the end. I guess that is what you get when all of them are cheerleaders and you have art and drama freaks for your YCLs. I hope that they had a good year though because I thought that they were really good and happy girls who will be amazing YCLs next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most funny things happened to me and Sarah. It was really late and we were literally falling asleep on the tables in the lodge. When we finally were ready to get up and go to our cabin we decided to go to the bathroom first. There was a bottle of GermX on the counter, I say was because I think that we used most of it in our water/GermX fight. I can't remember how it started but in the end I was completely soaked with water and Sarah had GermX all over her shirt. I and everyone else do however remember that I laughed so hard that I started to hysterically cry for 5 minutes! According to Maloree I am emotionally confused. Sarah and I also got sick to the point that we almost throw-up.Thank you Sis. Hill for the food that helped us get up and continue in all of our responsibilities with flag and singing I don't think that I would have made it otherwise. Other then that I didn't get hurt at all! That is a big thing considering that I have been hurt for all but my first year of camp! YAY for balance and water! I am kind of glad that it is my last year because next year is ward camp and I don't think that I like the sound of that. Yay for a good last year and a step to the next chapter of my life as I move on from all that I have done my teen years and will not be doing next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-784138341133864157?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/784138341133864157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=784138341133864157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/784138341133864157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/784138341133864157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-camp.html' title='back from camp!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3573379823604582682</id><published>2008-06-07T06:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:36:26.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Year</title><content type='html'>This is my last year at girls camp. As I am about to walk out that door I think of the years in the past. I remember that in my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year I twisted my ankle. Year three I didn't want to go because of the arrival of my brother Thayne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quen&lt;/span&gt;. Fourth was the first year with the willow creek ward and I can't say it was the best but it was the one to help my grow into being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YCL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;last year was the big one and I was stupid and tried to do it all myself. I've learned how to delegate  since! Now as I go to the bus all I can think is last time. last time. last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3573379823604582682?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3573379823604582682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3573379823604582682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3573379823604582682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3573379823604582682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-year.html' title='Last Year'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-908940358611177208</id><published>2008-06-06T10:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:47:41.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scavenger hunt photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SElnADJbf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LT8w934aOOw/s1600-h/mailbox.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208807694573207442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SElnADJbf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LT8w934aOOw/s320/mailbox.BMP" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me ages to get this one but I finilly got it! people were driving thru and not to thrilled to find a person in the middle of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-908940358611177208?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/908940358611177208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=908940358611177208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/908940358611177208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/908940358611177208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/scavenger-hunt-photo.html' title='scavenger hunt photo'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SElnADJbf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LT8w934aOOw/s72-c/mailbox.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8137771471838639790</id><published>2008-05-30T10:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:58:51.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>once a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SEAwmd7ulwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bnqpC_eGh5E/s1600-h/cardoor.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206214606668601090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SEAwmd7ulwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bnqpC_eGh5E/s320/cardoor.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and a few others are doing a subject of the week. We have to take pictures of the subject and then post the one we like the best on our blogs every Friday. This weeks subject was doors. So I took a picture of my car door. If you would like to see all the others picture of the subject then just look to the side under 'photo subject friends'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8137771471838639790?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8137771471838639790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8137771471838639790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8137771471838639790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8137771471838639790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_30.html' title='once a week'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SEAwmd7ulwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bnqpC_eGh5E/s72-c/cardoor.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3705553052153796215</id><published>2008-05-27T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:08:07.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you'll just pick up a random CD in a store and it just speaks to you. That hasn't happened to me in a long time. I think that the last time that happened was with Switchfoot when I was 15. So this is just one of the songs from the CD by Marie` Digby. Pronounced  Mar-ee-ay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3705553052153796215?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3705553052153796215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3705553052153796215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3705553052153796215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3705553052153796215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-to-soul.html' title='Music to the soul'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8103103246902176648</id><published>2008-05-20T23:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:16:04.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Quayde to the neighbors as we are getting into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: " Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;N: "......................."&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;N: "........................"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Quayde, it's not morning. It's 4:15"&lt;br /&gt;Q: "So? Good morning neighbors!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see his humor as he grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8103103246902176648?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8103103246902176648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8103103246902176648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8103103246902176648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8103103246902176648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6767430757921603017</id><published>2008-05-20T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:09:53.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of seminary!</title><content type='html'>Yes. It was the last day of seminary today. Good year, good friends, good quotes.&lt;br /&gt; " I love Chaiya and all plagues and diseases like her." -Caleb Campbell&lt;br /&gt;Note put in my locket when we were playing cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6767430757921603017?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6767430757921603017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6767430757921603017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6767430757921603017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6767430757921603017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-seminary.html' title='Last day of seminary!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-618682153351499686</id><published>2008-05-20T22:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:01:43.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Carrie</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post about the fun that I had with my Aunt Carrie. She is a new photographer and is putting together a portfolio to show to clients. She wanted to 'shoot' me I was so beautiful. hehe. Here are some that I took from &lt;a href="http://viewofyouphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOmwLN6LZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zbTNFfpizJI/s1600-h/4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202685341118115218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOmwLN6LZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zbTNFfpizJI/s320/4677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one was funny cause Carrie is telling me that I am not a boy so I don't have to sit like that. My reply was that most of my friends are guys and it is just natural for me to sit like that. And see! It looks good. Looks like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202688639652998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOpwLN6LcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SY-WvJZugUg/s320/4560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was at the college on a bench. I think it was the only metal I was on that wasn't completely sweltering! We were in the sculpture garden, thus the hot metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOouLN6LbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01RgtFhlNdU/s1600-h/4580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202687505781632434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOouLN6LbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01RgtFhlNdU/s320/4580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We broke into the trolley that is next to the institute building and got fun ones in and on there. This is the one that I liked the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were at the college Carrie told me sit on a window a little off the path. WELL! We didn't know that there was a class in session when I went to sit on it! A whole class of people were laughing at us and waving jauntily. I waved back... what else was I to do!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just saying Carrie that I had lots of fun and loved spending time with you in fun places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-618682153351499686?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/618682153351499686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=618682153351499686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/618682153351499686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/618682153351499686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-with-carrie.html' title='Fun with Carrie'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SDOmwLN6LZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zbTNFfpizJI/s72-c/4677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-534608624485657265</id><published>2008-05-16T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:06:22.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah! we wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SC4Q7bN6LVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UNR6S6Yx7eU/s1600-h/ecogeek-685800489-1210633576_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201113232763923794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SC4Q7bN6LVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UNR6S6Yx7eU/s200/ecogeek-685800489-1210633576_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the supposed car of the future! Here is part of the article that I read the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So you're excited about the 2010 Prius, with its modest mileage gains. Or maybe you really want a Chevy Volt, with a 40 mile all-electric range. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecogeek.org/content/view/1557/69/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2010, as we've noted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, is going to be a good year for green cars. But, well, this is ridiculous.VW has been talking for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecogeek.org/content/view/51/69/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; about their L1 concept, so called because it uses a measly 1 liter of gasoline to go 100 km. For us Americans, that translates to about 230 miles per gallon. Of course, the amazing mileage comes at a price. The car is tiny, more of a tobaggon than a car. The single passenger actually sits behind the driver, like in a small airplane.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny engine will only get the car up to about 75 mph and, as such, VW doesn't expect to sell a lot of them. Safety concerns might also keep the car from being a best seller."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Might keep it? AKA might not even hit the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-534608624485657265?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/534608624485657265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=534608624485657265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/534608624485657265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/534608624485657265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-we-wish.html' title='yeah! we wish'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SC4Q7bN6LVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UNR6S6Yx7eU/s72-c/ecogeek-685800489-1210633576_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6175947695517280580</id><published>2008-05-12T00:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:11:53.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating mango&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun toothbrushes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making new jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching funny movies with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swinging in my hammock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening in the woods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in new places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking on the square&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing new funny words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organizing stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smelling happy spring rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading good books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing songs that completely apply to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the kitchen floor.... don't ask I am just weird that way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing things with Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing babies laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making people laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing like no one can hear me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shocking people with who I am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiking in the woods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing uncontrollably&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working till my feet are numb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hedgehogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Bubble Teas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with the sewing machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning new things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to strangers. I have had the best conversations with strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art of all kinds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking with mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing deeds anonymously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing boy pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching air balloons take off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting unexpected mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreaming in color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spontaneous occurrences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing car maintenance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking hot cocoa till I can't feel my tongue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to children breathing when they are asleep. It is the most peaceful thing in the whole world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing tick monster!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just being a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing a finished project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading Dr. Seuss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with blocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hastings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to the Library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing bright colors on bright people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creating a life with out worrying the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is weird, spontaneous, funky me and I like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6175947695517280580?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175947695517280580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6175947695517280580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6175947695517280580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6175947695517280580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='55 Things that make me happy'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8161967014287085552</id><published>2008-05-12T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:51:13.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Wonderings</title><content type='html'>On the way to the stake center in Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Ass Coffee next to Church's Chicken..... Just thought I would wonder aloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8161967014287085552?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8161967014287085552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8161967014287085552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8161967014287085552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8161967014287085552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-wonderings.html' title='Random Wonderings'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8012807887213955943</id><published>2008-05-12T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:46:43.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkL7N6LTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xxAv_VZJcek/s1600-h/PAMbrochure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199375188348251442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkL7N6LTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xxAv_VZJcek/s200/PAMbrochure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved art of all kinds. I would look through art books all the time when I was younger just for fun. So when we heard about the Masterpiece Replayed at the Phx Art Museum we knew that it would be a once in a life time thing. The really cool thing about the exhibit is that it was only shown in Phx and one place in Washington. So to say that it was once in a life time is almost literal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199375196938186050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was painted by Jean Leon Gerome. Called 'Duel after the masked ball' painted in 1857. It was one of my favorites because it was one I haven't seen before. I had seen painting of Gerome's but not this one and wasn't surprised to learn that it was by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that I had this opportunity to see all of them and learn more by getting up close. Literally, the guards were watching me closely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkMbN6LUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LdcVIr_ziA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8012807887213955943?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8012807887213955943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8012807887213955943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8012807887213955943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8012807887213955943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-museum.html' title='Art Museum'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SCfkL7N6LTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xxAv_VZJcek/s72-c/PAMbrochure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5995777012909591684</id><published>2008-03-31T12:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:21:21.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R_E7Sx9bPMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OylJjO0blMU/s1600-h/398877448_b8088e0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989839914810562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R_E7Sx9bPMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OylJjO0blMU/s200/398877448_b8088e0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture has nothing to do with what I'm going to post I'm just trying something on my computer that I didn't think would work.&lt;br /&gt;I am posting on blankies and how you should never try to take anything like it away from a child.&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were at Target. Everyone was in the car and I was just starting to put Thayne in when a man who was just getting out of his car next to us spoke. " I used to have a blanket like that." Me,who likes talking to strangers I will most likely never see again told the man that Thayne is our little 'Linus'.&lt;br /&gt;He then started to tell me about his blanket and how his parents took it from him because he was getting to old to have it. I just felt so sad for him because Even though he had had it till he was almost 10 and it was given him when he was 2 it is still a horribly sad. And it wasn't like he took it every where with him, his parents just though that he was to old for it.When you have had something that long it is not just a comfort thing, it is an Identity thing. I know that we joke about how Thayne is going to have to get a new blankie because the other two are get more transparent as the days go by. We have tried that before. That is why there are two of them, He just adds it to the others and carries all of them around. You can't rip a kids identity from them. It'll come down to where he forgets it when we go to church one day and he won't notice till we get back. Or something of the sort where he grows out of the blankies. So just a shout out to all those parents 'cough, cough' who don't like their kids carrying things around that may look unsightly or unclean. Let the kid have it! don't hide it in the pantry... I mean don't take it away from them they need that and it is better for them to grow naturally out of it then ripping some thing important to them away.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, this is not to you. I just like teasing you. -Chy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5995777012909591684?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5995777012909591684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5995777012909591684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5995777012909591684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5995777012909591684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/blankies.html' title='Blankies'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R_E7Sx9bPMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OylJjO0blMU/s72-c/398877448_b8088e0755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6510679293204370534</id><published>2008-03-24T18:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:45:03.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adult or a Grown-up?</title><content type='html'>Most of you who may read this thing still must think that there is no difference.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is. A big difference! There is something to see which you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When it is time to get a new toothbrush you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see if it was approved by the dental administration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Run in and pick the first one that you see and that isn't expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or find the one that looks fun and will get the job done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; When you see any kind of grab-bag the first thing you think/say is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just cheap stuff they couldn't sell so they put it in a bag you can't see through and give it a new name to get people to buy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No, not right now kids we don't have the time for that at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How fun! something I can't see but feels weird. the last one I got was this really cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; When you sit down to read a Dr.Seuss book with a/your child you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What is the whole point of this book! all it is are rhymes that take to long to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wonder if I can make this go any faster then it is already going. would she notice if I skipped the next few pages when she isn't looking? I have so much I need to do and I need to speed this up just a little more to get it all gone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a really interesting book. Why did he choose to right like this? what is he trying to say with all these funny words? why didn't he just go out and say them instead of using kids books to convey them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want you to count all the numbers of your answers(say you picked #2 answer for all the questions add all the 2's.... So that would be a 6 for the number you got). Please answer the questions to the ones you have done more often or last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you got 3-5 your an Adult. If you got 5-7 your a over stressed, boring Adult. If you got 7-9 then you are a Grown-up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you still don't know the difference then here I am to enlighten you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adult- Some one who does not remember the magic in life and just simply don't know how to have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stressed,boring Adult- This is a different kind of Adult. You still an Adult but you are less lost.You need to remember that you are aloud to have fun. It doesn't need to be big, infact it can be very small. Small and good things are the answer to making this person into a Grown-up. You just need to learn to enjoy life again and find fun in all that you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grown-up - This is a great thing to be! a Grown-up knows that all it takes is a spoon full or sugar to make anything better. This is what I want to be. You don't have to be an Adult like everyone says you will be when your older. You can remember to have magic in your life no matter how old you are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can grow-up, but we don't have to be Adults. It's a choice not an expectation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You choose now who you will be tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-6510679293204370534?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6510679293204370534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6510679293204370534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6510679293204370534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6510679293204370534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/adult-or-grown-up.html' title='An Adult or a Grown-up?'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3044804543573823618</id><published>2008-03-08T14:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:03:47.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Faith Forward</title><content type='html'>Yes this maybe weird to those who are unbelievers of the parking angel but I just need to say it anyway. We have always had a parking angel, the families parking angel's name is Harold. We have a family that we have been friends with since we were.... I think they met when Maliea was just a year old, they have one for their family too. I can't remember his name but it starts with an H.  Well, so the other day me and mom were talking about how I need one for my self because Harold can't be in two places at once. Ok, so I was thinking about the last bit in my mind but it was implied by the conversation. I said that it should be something short so you can put it on a license plate someday. I said,"Fred". She said," Is that the first name that came to you?" Me,"No, Victoria was".   That is my parking angel's name, Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;The first time that I ask for help on finding a parking place was at the small Wal-Mart. Well, it was not a good trial run, saying in short that I parked in the back. The second time I was not in a very good mood and asked for a parking place near the front and a basket for Thayne. I got them both the first time I went around. The same day the mall was packed and I needed to run in, run out and I had Thayne so it needed to be right at the door of Barnes and Noble. I asked, thinking this is not going to happen.... I got the one spot! Yes you know the one, &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; in front of the door. Also on the first time around. I don't think that I thanked Victoria enough! So that is why my faith in my parking angel is restored, at first with Victoria I wasn't share if it was working like Harold always did but she pulled through! Thanks Victoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3044804543573823618?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3044804543573823618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3044804543573823618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3044804543573823618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3044804543573823618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/full-faith-forward.html' title='Full Faith Forward'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-6137011628736968338</id><published>2008-03-05T12:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:05:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175495356307857346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R9MNmwlp38I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HSVRHtE5oOE/s200/the+lorax.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Dear Dr. Seuss,&lt;br /&gt;You have been an active role in my life, not only when I was little and just learning to read and write but also as I have grown to be the 16 year old that I am. We went to celebrate your birthday at the library today and I was just a little sad when I saw that there was nothing based from your book 'The Lorax'. I was sad till the librarian announced that they would be having a reading of the book. I was impressed that the man that was reading The Lorax could read it that fast and only fumble once. I am still not satisfied though, so I think that I will be making a UNLESS Lorax T-shirt in the next few days. Even though The Lorax is my favorite, all of your books have been a help to me in learning how to speak clearly and enunciate all my words as I read them to my siblings. Just not to long ago I had the privilege of reading 'Oh, the places you'll go!' and because of all the reading when I was a younger I was able to read it without any stuttering. And yes, when I was little I wanted 'jump on dad' more then anything. You may know what I am talking about but no one else did. Don't worry I got the book but only because I found the book in the store, brought it to mom and proceeded to ask to have the jump on dad book.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am trying to say is thank you for the amazing memories that you have given me through your words. Happy 104Th Birthday Theodor Seuss Geisel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5532568328521779171-6137011628736968338?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6137011628736968338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=6137011628736968338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6137011628736968338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/6137011628736968338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R9MNmwlp38I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HSVRHtE5oOE/s72-c/the+lorax.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4484583159587236121</id><published>2008-02-26T22:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:09:50.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Point</title><content type='html'>I don't want a myspace. I have no desire in the whole world to have one. I don't need to waste beautiful time on the computer taking all the stupid tests that are on the bulletin board or looking at other peoples myspace pages having 'crushes' on people who I have never met and never want to meet. Every one tells me," Oh, you need a myspace!"... let me tell you, I need a myspace as much as I need a guy to complete my life. Maybe marriage when I am older but not when I have better things to do as a 16 year old girl who is living life in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say that I love you all and that is why I would like a phone call or an email rather then what ever you are supposed to do on myspace. I can do all I need with my yahoo email. So please,  just please stop telling me that I need a myspace. Because I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4484583159587236121?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4484583159587236121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4484583159587236121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4484583159587236121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4484583159587236121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-point.html' title='No Point'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-5405227507984938635</id><published>2008-02-26T22:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:41:06.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Answer</title><content type='html'>I've been getting questions to why I don't have any blogs linked to mine and my answer would be because I don't like people. That is just a joke. It really is because all the blogs that I read I don't talk to the people who write them. To those that have given my a hard time here are my favorite blogs that I've been reading for a long time but, as said above, don't talk to the people that publish them. These are all the blogs that I get inspiration from when I don't know what to write, or to create. You'll see that all of these are amazing people that are creative and fun to listen to. Enjoy exploring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-5405227507984938635?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5405227507984938635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=5405227507984938635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5405227507984938635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/5405227507984938635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/answer.html' title='An Answer'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3184028818989513348</id><published>2008-02-20T10:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:04:45.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title fit enough</title><content type='html'>Have you ever let something go? something that you have been holding onto for long enough that it hurt? But then you let it go and you just breathe again! You just want to tell every one you love that your free from the hurt and the wanting. I have run a lot in my life not to feel, now I know what it really feels like to just really let it all go without the need to see a distance behind my feet! It feels better then a fresh breeze from the inside of the forest, because its life, laughter and confidence all in one. Live life to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3184028818989513348?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3184028818989513348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3184028818989513348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3184028818989513348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3184028818989513348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-title-for-man.html' title='No title fit enough'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-8372794192738775364</id><published>2008-02-09T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:43:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a usual Friday afternoon. I went to Chino with my family for Homeschooling group, Saddly it was only us and my good friend Julian. Me and Julian have known each other for almost 5 years now and, let's face it, he is one of my bestfriends.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we were all tired and hungry from playing at the park we all went to Taco Bell for lunch. Taco Bell was unusually full with lots of teenagers so we grabbed the tables that we could and yet again thanked the fact that our parents didn't send us to school where we would have to put up with people all the time. Finally they left and an old man took the table that was right in front of ours. As we were all eating I realized that the man was watching me and Julian rather intently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When ever he noticed my glance he would smile like he knew something and continued with his meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we were all finished and just simply were talking and goofing-off the old man, still smiling, walks up to us sticks out his hand to Julian to shake and said being completely serious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I would just like to say congratulations. You two look like such cute couple, really great together! I just wanted to let you know that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember what Julian said in reply because I was inventing a new shade of red. The man then looks at me for some kind of response and all I could think to say was, 'huh,Thank you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you remember that the writers are still on strike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the man had told us to have a good day and left, Julian pulls me in a close hug as a joke and Quayde said,"Your children will be gorgious!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get embarrised about much because I laugh at myself along with everyone else, but this! This is offically my embarrasment of the year! Now someone is just going to have to tell Julian's girlfriend, Bethany about all of this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-8372794192738775364?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8372794192738775364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=8372794192738775364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8372794192738775364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/8372794192738775364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-4609088994622613481</id><published>2008-02-04T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:40:52.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Defense</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I have not posted in a little while. I have not had a proper amount of time to post anything on my blog though.In my defense here is a bit of my life right now for the last few days. &lt;div&gt;Thayne has broken his nose again for the third time in the whole 21/2 years of his life. Meaning that he will have nose bleeds at anytime without any warning. Lydia has had surgery to clear some granulomas out of her throat. We are cleaning all the time while Thayne is right behind us messing up what we have just cleaned. Other then that I've been doing homework and babysitting. All of this is a part of my crazy but loved life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you that have read my last post know that I no longer trust the food industry and am in the process of educating myself on what I consume. Here are some of the tools that I am using to do so. If you wish to be aware then I strongly recomend that you read and watch these too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163361856884469730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R6fyQI5mb-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WQ1Z_K2xfXo/s200/InDefenseFood_cover_thumb.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;"In Defense Of Food" By Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163363677950603250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R6fz6I5mb_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9CClr1l8IZw/s200/51hN2%252BX8neL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_" border="0" /&gt;"Fast Food Nation" By Eric Schlosser&lt;br /&gt;This book is not just about fast food, it has important things we need to know and understand about the food industry as a whole. I also have rewatched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supersize me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Disgusting! that is all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-4609088994622613481?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4609088994622613481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=4609088994622613481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4609088994622613481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/4609088994622613481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-my-defense.html' title='In My Defense'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R6fyQI5mb-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WQ1Z_K2xfXo/s72-c/InDefenseFood_cover_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-3961105733533588271</id><published>2008-01-26T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:59:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E. coli 0157:H7 and Mad Cow Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Morning I thought that I would read an Article from Mother Earth News for light reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I didn't think that it would take me longer then I though to finish and that I have now made a never to eat anything unless I research where it came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes the article was about beef. I normally am not a big fan of meat anyway because I simply don't like the way that it tastes or feels like in the mouth, but after reading this article I refuse to eat it with the strongest conviction. Of course though after I was finished reading my body told me that it's sugars were low and needed to eat with in the next 30 minutes. I walked into the kitchen and looked around.These were some of the thoughts that went around in my mind,"Spinach had been recalled months ago because of E.coli. Sonic no longer sells anything with peanut butter because of E.coli. What pesticides do they use on apples? what chemicals have they inducted in chicken to make chicken breast so large!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please read this and you will understand where I am coming from when I say it is a dangerous world we live in. &lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/Livestock-and-Farming/2008-02-01/What-You-Need-to-Know-About-the-Beef-You-Eat.aspx"&gt;http://www.motherearthnews.com/Livestock-and-Farming/2008-02-01/What-You-Need-to-Know-About-the-Beef-You-Eat.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-3961105733533588271?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3961105733533588271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=3961105733533588271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3961105733533588271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/3961105733533588271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-coli-0157h7-and-mad-cow-disease.html' title='E. coli 0157:H7 and Mad Cow Disease'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-106529333213817717</id><published>2008-01-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:07:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is for Shawna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R5fVCI5mb8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/g9x5dKVqdsg/s1600-h/Chaiya+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158826130901725122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R5fVCI5mb8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/g9x5dKVqdsg/s320/Chaiya+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember how we told you about our friends and their trip to Paris? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we got more friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who do not get this, note the pictures in the frame and that they are the ones that you simply get in the frame when it is purchased in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Shawna and I hope you know I'm joking with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-106529333213817717?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106529333213817717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=106529333213817717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/106529333213817717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/106529333213817717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-for-shawna.html' title=''/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R5fVCI5mb8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/g9x5dKVqdsg/s72-c/Chaiya+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7053110475339661891</id><published>2008-01-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:00:36.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Commented, told in person and emailed me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am blogging here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I wondered why blogging was not as exciting as it used to be, I realized that I should make some changes to the blog its self not the person that is blogging. Though I'm not saying that I am perfect I'm simply saying that I was taking the wrong approach to blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogging has been a great way for me to be my self and not have to worry about who is reading and that is the way that I always want it to be. For that last few months I have been slacking, alot, But blogging shouldn't be something that you do as a news letter to the world saying all that happened in your day. It should be about what you have been doing to enlighten your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So thus, I am back with a fresh view of blogging and live to share my enlightenment with those I love and appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7053110475339661891?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7053110475339661891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7053110475339661891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7053110475339661891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/7053110475339661891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-those-who-have.html' title='To those who have...'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-2126054981530414181</id><published>2008-01-03T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:59:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Just the other day I was sitting in the library thinking of all the things that I needed to get a move on and do, when I thought of something that I had thought about in that very spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever seen someone driving in their car smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Smiling at something that was not visible,audible or understandable to you at a glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone smiling because they are in love with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Happiness is a very simple thing, it could be new pajamas or sitting down and eating a pint of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's ice cream. Or maybe it is a project that you have been meaning to sit down and finish for a month but haven't had the time to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Whenever I feel really depressed I just think of my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151434941577813154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R32SyTBH3KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/E3zaRBbQ2G0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Thinking of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's My favorite computer game is on their site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;http://www.benjerry.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;All you do is go to our products and the first one on the list of items is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;flavor generator. It's fun making your our kind of ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-2126054981530414181?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2126054981530414181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=2126054981530414181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2126054981530414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/2126054981530414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/R32SyTBH3KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/E3zaRBbQ2G0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-1720614276159028540</id><published>2007-11-12T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:52:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I remember running. Running to not feel. Running to escape my own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I know better. Though I still want to get up and run as fast as I have ever ran in my whole life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Though I know that with knowledge comes responsability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And if I start running now then I won't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"You live ,you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You cry, you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You breathe, you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You sceam, you learn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Atlantis Morissett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-1720614276159028540?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1720614276159028540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=1720614276159028540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1720614276159028540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532568328521779171/posts/default/1720614276159028540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-remember-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Chy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185013738591034095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqN_yGRyiQU/SUMBaNJ4XII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-wqMJk7MIVA/S220/chaiya_eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532568328521779171.post-7992725447388292017</id><published>2007-11-09T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:15:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many young LDS men does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I now know the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes one to hold the light bulbs, new and old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One to hold the chair while the third stand on it to change it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you need a young LDS women to be brave enough to screw it in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you guess who that young LDS women is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't think that a teacher who is moving up to be a priest would be afraid to screw in a light bulb because it may burn him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know about you but it gave me a laugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532568328521779171-7992725447388292017?l=chaiyasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaiyasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7992725447388292017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532568328521779171&amp;postID=7992725447388292017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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