<?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-6060051009230879540</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:18:08.313-08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Sunday Dinners'/><category term='Everyday Me'/><category term='Random Facts'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>SIsTer STePHaNIe HoLM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5496418346503373858</id><published>2011-03-26T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:51:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTC MTC MTC MTC MTC MTC</title><content type='html'>Sister Stephanie Holm&lt;br /&gt;MTC Mailbox # 179&lt;br /&gt;TAIW-TAI 0616&lt;br /&gt;2005 N 900 E&lt;br /&gt;Provo, UT 84604-1793&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE ME PLEASE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave Wednesday...  4 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;text/email/facebook me your addresses and emails!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5496418346503373858?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5496418346503373858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5496418346503373858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5496418346503373858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5496418346503373858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/mtc-mtc-mtc-mtc-mtc-mtc.html' title='MTC MTC MTC MTC MTC MTC'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-2145691983178378261</id><published>2011-03-22T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:38:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Heffer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMtBaJT9J5k/TYkWYGWTNcI/AAAAAAAABaE/ZiAdOnITstU/s1600/hud%2526jett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMtBaJT9J5k/TYkWYGWTNcI/AAAAAAAABaE/ZiAdOnITstU/s320/hud%2526jett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587021416006628802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;I found out right as my parents and I landed in St. George on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;Jaime is PREGGERS! and I'll be gone =( and won't get to see him/her until i get home about a year later!&lt;br /&gt;sad sad day.. but I'm also really happy for them!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Steve &amp; Jaime! Love you guys =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-2145691983178378261?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2145691983178378261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=2145691983178378261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2145691983178378261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2145691983178378261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-feel-like-talking.html' title='Auntie Heffer'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMtBaJT9J5k/TYkWYGWTNcI/AAAAAAAABaE/ZiAdOnITstU/s72-c/hud%2526jett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6989146430887184341</id><published>2011-03-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:19:52.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rochester, NY</title><content type='html'>I wish i could post the pictures i've taken for the past 3 days!! &lt;div&gt;but unfortunately the cord that connects my camera to a computer is on my mission "to buy" list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in ROCHESTER, NEW YORK right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been here since Thursday night visiting my big sister Julie "Sister Holm" (we've been struggling this whole time.. we keep saying "juj.... i mean sister holm" haha and i think her companion is a little annoyed about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister Holm is serving a mission here in Rochester (the Hill Cumorah Visitor's Center mission).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives tours and proselytes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the tours are for not only the visitor's center, but all of the church history sites here in Western NY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've seen TONS and TONS of stuff here since we got here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first landed, we went straight to a chapel where she was giving a book of mormon night with a few other companionships. i literally ran down the hall to see her because i could hear her talking haha. she was in the middle of a thought and then just went "ohh my gosh....!!!" and ran over and hugged me and cried and hugged my parents and cried haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been with her and her companion going to all of the sites and visiting people and cool places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Sacred Grove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Hill Cumorah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Moroni Monument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Smith Family Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Whitmer Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The printing press where the book of mormon was first printed &lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and the LDS bookstore next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Palmyra Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her companion's name is Sister Van Den Berghe and she's way cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York reminds me a lot of Georgia, but all of the houses are so cute and small and victorian looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister Holm hasn't changed a lot. But she has a lot when you get her in her missionary mode. Things still feel the same with us and everything feels normal, except we hug each other ALL the time and are really cherishing our time together right now (i won't see her for a year and a half almost exactly). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight my parents and i with Sister Holm and her companion visited their mission president. They talked a lot about the mission and gave a lot of advice to my parents for their mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about how I don't want Sister Holm to get married until i get home, but that she really wants to ha and so i'll be ok with that if it's absolutely necessary haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visiting with the mission president (President Christianson) was amazing. He just had a heart attack a few days ago and he definitely had taken some resting time away to be able to visit with us. He's an amazing man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all of this has gotten me SOOOO excited to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick and sick and SICK of the anxiety!! i just want to go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see how i like the MTC because i've heard everyone else's opinion and it's time i had my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see how i get along with my companions. and i can't wait to start my schedule and be more organized and to try my obedience and work ethic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to meet my mission president and get to know the language and culture of Taiwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to ride my bike and visit people and have fun learning the language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to remind myself constantly that the little things that bother me aren't a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to pray all of the time until i love the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My patience will be tested a ton with the language, but i want to work hard and make it fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. i just got home and i'm just all excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's 18 months that i could be dating, getting married, going to school, going to the beach, watching movies, and hanging out with my friends. But i feel like this opportunity is a huge blessing. My life is about to change almost completely and i cant wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-6989146430887184341?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6989146430887184341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6989146430887184341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6989146430887184341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6989146430887184341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/rochester-ny.html' title='Rochester, NY'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-342846013238158842</id><published>2011-03-15T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:36:07.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lmq321zjkvs" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-342846013238158842?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/342846013238158842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=342846013238158842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/342846013238158842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/342846013238158842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/way-cute.html' title='Way Cute'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lmq321zjkvs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5929270200598904128</id><published>2011-03-13T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:00:10.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{There's Gold Ahead, There's Gold in Dreams.. in Life's Hills and Valleys}</title><content type='html'>I've been getting a ton (A TON) of stuff ready for my mission guys.&lt;div&gt;I am quite stressed and busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My life is a stress case in slow motion right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can also see me driving around St. George in this beautiful beautiful weather (its almost as great as hawaii right now... almost.) with the windows down, my sunglasses on, singing the Rocket Summer. and relaxing my time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bBaQADQHyI4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE all of the people I've been able to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this sister missionary from L.A. who i knew at BYU Hawaii, and she is called on her mission here in St. George at the temple visitor's center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past summer she came over to eat dinner at my house and it was AWESOME. it was a total surprise when she walked in haha. but i ran into her when i went to lunch with the amazing friend that i have named Liz Egbert at Cafe Rio the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Sister Mariano, and she is awesome. After lunch, i stopped by the visitor's center and chatted for over an hour with all of the sisters there. I was surrounded and given so much advice from all of them. I left soo happy and excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had set this goal that i was going to start my sleep schedule (10:30 - 6:30) 21 days before i entered the MTC so that i could set it as a habit. They told me to enjoy not having to wake up at 6:30 and maybe a few days before i should do it just so my body doesn't get shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i agreed anyways because I have too many things that i want to at night to be able to go to bed that early..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I leave in 17 days!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you even believe that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the craziest feeling ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that it's normal. but somedays i wake up and i'm just like "oh my gosh... i CANNOT do this. there is no way that i can do this." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Missionary work isn't about me. And the less i think about me, the happier i am. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a hard day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOO Many people got married. there was a girl in my ward who went to get her endowment, and there were i think 6 or 8 people going through for the first time. and 30, THIRTY, weddings. It makes sense because it's right before (or during) Spring Break. But listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a girl. I'm about to leave on a mission. I'm not going to be able to date, to cuddle, and to really even think about boys. For the most part it's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i DREAD coming home. because even now i wish i was married even though my mission is without a doubt what i'm supposed to do. What if my wedding day never comes? what if i really do turn out to be a cat lady? I'm gonna work hard on my mission so that hopefully the harder I work, the more awesome he'll be. I don't want to come home and have to wait very long before I'm married. I know that i'll be tired of being alone after a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to visit Sister Julie Holm on THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5929270200598904128?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5929270200598904128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5929270200598904128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5929270200598904128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5929270200598904128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-gold-ahead-theres-gold-in-dreams.html' title='{There&apos;s Gold Ahead, There&apos;s Gold in Dreams.. in Life&apos;s Hills and Valleys}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bBaQADQHyI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6002384352722046953</id><published>2011-03-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:19:05.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Happy}</title><content type='html'>I walked downstairs to say goodnight to my little nephew Camden,&lt;div&gt; i said "i thought you were 3 little kids walking in the door so i came down here to see who it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's just you. and you're just one" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he goes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"nu uh there's 2 cause my dad counts too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he tried to make the wii work, and i told him it wasn't working because he hadn't given me hugs and kisses goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i have a fat lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i gave him a kiss on the head, and he kept wiping away my kisses, and leaning back and forth. and banged me in the head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it makes me happy. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been sick for the past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its still like every single day is a roller coaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some days I'm still so excited to go and just want to leave tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and other days I ask myself what the heck am i getting myself into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone feels like that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of regret not finishing another semester at BYUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look back at the past couple of months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've traveled a ton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i've only seen my family a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't spend all that much time with my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they were the whole reason I moved home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even go mission shopping by myself ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's how busy they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It reminds me of my senior year when i did all of my graduation stuff by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought my cap and gown, i submitted pictures for the young women's slideshow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cut and put together my graduation announcements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now i'm buying skirts that go past my knee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and shirts that cover my garments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; cute headbands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;closed toed and heeled shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;raincoats, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;belts, and hair flowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra make-up and shavers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a plethora of american fever-reducers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suitcases and a sweet mission backpack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pens, pencils, a mini hymnbook, a notebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bed sheets and 2 pillowcases,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;towels and shampoo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and figuring out how i need to best prepare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a lonely, and stressful process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I miss the people who made me laugh all of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could really use a good laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a talk about how crazy this decision feels sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-6002384352722046953?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6002384352722046953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6002384352722046953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6002384352722046953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6002384352722046953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy.html' title='{Happy}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4001019309358740991</id><published>2011-02-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:06:44.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Call} Pictures &amp; 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Videos'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZU_I8x3Ezc/TWsgCmtd-0I/AAAAAAAABZ0/eVFyGr0gRPM/s72-c/SAM_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4372901907798619888</id><published>2011-02-23T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:04:56.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Georgia 2011} Dreaming old dreams... Wishing old wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foreword:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From 2005 to 2008 I lived in Alpharetta, Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I attended Chattahoochee High School where i Graduated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went to church at the John's Creek Ward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and had some amazing times with some very good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wall Family: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ira, Kerri, Nathaniel, Devin, Justin, Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Nathaniel and i have been really good friends since i moved to Georgia, and best friends our senior year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Arrived at the Atlanta airport at 4:30PM (without any delays!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kerri and Nathaniel picked me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i haven't seen them since summer of '08!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and we had dinner with their family at The Varsity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(They made me try the chili-dogs because that's what its famous for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they were way good! but i could only eat one haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel and i went to his house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and waited for Cameron Greenburg to come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and we went to WAFFLE HOUSE late that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Nathaniel, Weston and I used to eat at the waffle house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;probably at least once a week, usually after mutual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cameron slept over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kerri made us BISCUITS AND GRAVY (nice and southern =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and we had a lazy morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Around noon Devin was begging us to make homemade ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so we went to publix and bought the stuff to make later that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Cameron, Nathaniel and I drove to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The MALL OF GEORGIA (half an hour drive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to eat lunch with my really good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashlyn Lichliter &amp;amp; Mariana Correa (with hubby Baylen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(all of the girls who i graduated with except one, are all married now haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a really fun lunch at the OLIVE GARDEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with a rude waiter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and had some good catching up time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have missed those girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a few moments where i just was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I can't believe I'm sitting here, in Georgia, with all of you guys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i'd get all teary eyed and have a moment. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized as i was in Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how incredibly grateful i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for all of the amazing friends that i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am soooo blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have friends ALL over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i would be depressed and discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if i didn't have all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love LOVE love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After lunch Mariana, her husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cameron, nathaniel and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;walked around the Mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We sat around in the LOVESAC store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and went to the AS SEEN ON TV store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i bought some cute shoes for my mission at H&amp;amp;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a couple hours we were done, and i had to say bye to Mariana. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who still texted me the whole time i was there even when i wasn't with her. I love her! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel and i visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taze and Kathryn Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the Ernsts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Verne Ernst was my bishop for my junior and senior years of high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he's now the stake president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and is one of my very favorite in georgia/the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was so fun to be able to chat with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell them about my call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my parents call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel and I went to dinner together at a Thai Food restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then we drove over and saw my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on PAPILLON TRACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole time i was looking at it i kept thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how i felt while i lived there, and how far i've come since i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a crazy weird feeling to see it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Cameron came over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and we watched Kung Fu Panda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel went to bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and Cameron and I stayed up and talked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in our sweet Russian accents for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Church at the Johns Creek ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;President Ernst spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(the night before he had warned me that he was going to call me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to bear my testimony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but luckily the bishop who spoke before him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;only left him about 5 minutes to speak haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then he bore his testimony in Relief Society &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;about his love for the women in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afterward i went up to tell him bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and started crying as he told me how special of a person i am to him and his family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i told him if it wasn't for him, i would be a different person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he was an amazing influence in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got to see my whole ward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tons of families and people i haven't seen in so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was so nice to see everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i felt so loved and missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i wish i could go visit once a month, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i LOVE all of the people in that ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday night we made homemade ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;had Tim and Meagan Moody over for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHICKEN PILLOWS oh soo good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;watched Shanghai Noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and played 4 men on a couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I also took a nap this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and had a nightmare that someone was trying to attack me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i couldn't move or wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i started to scream so that Walls would come and wake me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i woke up really embarrassed hoping i hadn't actually been screaming in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i went downstairs and everyone else was taking a nap too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and kerri was starting to make dinner so i helped her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she laughed at me when i told her about my dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and reassured me that i wasn't screaming haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was a really scary dream!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;MONDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kerri made us some really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;apple streusel french toast for breakfast (she really spoiled me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel had to work for a few hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i went to lunch with Kerri, Lisa Miller, and DANIELLE POULTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who was a freshman when i was a senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and now she's on break from BYU-I, CRAZINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We ate at a mexican restaurant called ADOBOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Kerri and I got pedicures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and went back to the house and Nathaniel was home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel and i watched EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(we used to watch it together when we were dating for a few months haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and his family loves that show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We hung out and watched TV for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then Cameron and BRANDEE DUNNE came over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Brandee and i played on the church basketball team together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and hung out at church stuff, girls camp, and we had some movie nights together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and we went to this really good authentic Mexican Restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nathaniel served his mission in Monterrey, Mexico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and had searched out where the really authentic mexican places to eat were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This place was an old mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;without a/c and run down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and all of the stores were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tattoo parlors, or dress places for quinceaneras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We all shared some really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tacos, enchiladas, and tamales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i practiced a little of my spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And we had some authentic coke from mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i guess its supposed to taste different because it has real cane sugar in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it tasted really good, but i don't drink coke enough to know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After dinner, Brandee, Nathaniel and i played Mad Gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and talked for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we watched these YouTube videos called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"cute win fail" or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then nathaniel and i watched Everybody Loves Raymond again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We woke up early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and went to breakfast with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kerri, Heather Greenburg and Jeri Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Heather is Cameron's mom, (and Logan's who was my really good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in high school and is on his mission in Spain) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and Jeri was my young women's leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she gave me a really pretty pouch with my name embroidered on it for my temple stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;at this cute EGG HARBOR CAFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got a really good omelet and strawberry-orange juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then we had to go home because Nathaniel had to leave for work soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so we watched a little more of Everybody Loves Raymond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then i went and packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and flew home at 1:50PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Probably. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started on December 18th, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying from HNL to LAX then connecting to LAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the LAX to LAS flight is departing the gate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man stands up (whilst taxiing (big no no)) and goes into the bathroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was drunk, and threw up ALL over the first class bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plane turns around, the flight attendants start cleaning it up. Then the captain comes on and announces that he has overflown his hours, and has to go on rest for legalities. The flight is cancelled, people are angry. My dad is livid (big word). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take a 5 hour bus ride to Vegas from LA. We would have gotten home at 2 in the morning. . . we don't get there 'til 7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(February 8th 2011) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wake up leave the house at 5:30 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;St. George shuttle to Las Vegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm flying from LAS to SLC then SLC to HNL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My flight in LAS is delayed an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm freaking out thinking I'm going to miss my connecting flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We land in SLC. I briskly walk to another terminal, my flight was supposed to depart in 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The flight is delayed an hour. So i go get a krispy kreme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The flight gets delayed half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(The cargo door to the plane wouldn't open. The previous flight from Atlanta (=D) were all waiting for their luggage. 2 hours after they landed they got their luggage out. Then the cargo door wouldn't work right, so they were trying to fix it so that it would open and close properly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The flight gets delayed another hour (after the first hour and a half delay) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then another hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then a half hour... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then 2 hours.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then a whopping 8 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was supposed to leave SLC at 11 am and arrive in HNL at 330.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We don't leave until 8pm and i don't get to HNL until midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My grandma picked me up and i got to visit her and see her cats and puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once i arrive in HNL, Bree and Erin are on their way and her car breaks down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;like, for good. Snoopy was dead =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so we had to have someone else from Laie find a car, go get them because they had her car towed to Kaneohe, then come out and get me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was at that airport forever. I got kicked out of the baggage claim because they were closing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I sat outside on a concrete bench, and started to cry. It had been a full 24 hours since i left my house in St. George. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and i cried pretty hard because i was tired, and i was in hawaii, and i had all of this bad luck and it just felt weird and sad and scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This nice couple from Texas came and talked to me, and they ended up asking a lot of questions about the church so that was cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEXT FLIGHT. . . from Honolulu to Kona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Delayed 3.5 hours. But i did make it and had an amazing time on the Big Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(i also had a REALLY REALLY cool missionary experience on this flight. New Post to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEXT FLIGHT. . . from Kona to LAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Delayed a half hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then the radio wasn't working right, so we had to make a stop in Honolulu and possibly switch planes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They fix the radio after an hour in Honolulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm in first class because my dad upgraded me, then he had a guy from the business on the plane who was 6'6" and a big guy, so i switched him and sat in coach with his 6 year old son who was sleeping and kept hitting me and laying all over me haha. 4.5 hours later we're in LAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LAX to LAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we were already bumped up to a later flight, but we landed 10 minutes before that one was supposed to take off. My parents and i RUN as fast as we can to the gate, (usually when you have a connecting flight and you're cutting it close, the gate attendant will hold the flight for you, especially if its that close) so we get to the gate and the lady was going back and closing the gate. We have the TSA people go back to tell her we're waiting. She shuts the door anyway. and My dad is... beside himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the plane was right there. not even leaving the gate yet, we were on the list, and she knew we were. but she said we weren't and that the gate was already closed and there was nothing she could do. My dad goes off.... "that's b.s. we're on that list and you know it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i run to another gate to get on a different flight. My dad calls and we get switched to another airline that leaves in an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We go through security again. my dad is freaking out thinking our bags won't make it on this flight. he talks to the lady at this other airlines gate, she claims that there's no way she can know and there's no way to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My dad starts yelling at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My mom and i just get on the flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The flight attendant comes onto the plane before they shut the door and tells my dad that she did call, and they don't know if the bags are on the plane. but she did call (i don't get why she didn't just pick up the phone and call while we were standing there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;my dad was really frustrated because all of the attendants were just being lazy, and claiming they can't do stuff. My dad flies like every day of every year for the past 30 years. . . he's not some dumb customer that doesn't know how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyways.... we did make it home eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 of the 4 bags we had made it onto the flight, and delta had to drive the other one up from LA to us in STG. Their mistake i'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I did get $450 worth of money toward a flight (it expires in a year so i need to use it before i leave on my mission) and 2 free meals while i was in SLC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm flying to Georgia on Friday. . . cross your fingers for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6060051009230879540-5575785674579398025?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5575785674579398025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5575785674579398025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5575785674579398025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5575785674579398025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/02/delightful-delays.html' title='Delightful Delays'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6905609637526691728</id><published>2011-02-15T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:11:29.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A {letter} to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Listen to the song first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GKnMmii-1Yk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad Paisley is one of my favorites. . . =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to blog about my flight madness this past week. You guys have no idea... it was the worst bad luck i have ever had in my entire life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. . . while i was on the 4.5 hour flight from Honolulu to LA last night, that song came on my ipod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going back to Georgia this weekend. And i've also visited and come into contact with a lot of old friends since I've gotten my mission call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song made me decide to blog about what i would write to myself if I could send a letter back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Steph,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You're 15, in middle school, and having a hard time with your friends. You don't feel appreciated and you've never felt like you've fit in with that crowd. You wanted to be popular so bad that you almost lost yourself on the way. Don't worry little girl, the Lord has an even bigger plan for you than you have for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you find out about moving to Georgia, don't get caught up in saying goodbye. You'll be back. Don't worry about your friends forgetting about you, because you've made one of the best friends you'll ever have. Always tell Jazmin how much she's meant to you throughout all of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stop talking to Matt, it only ends up making your life complicated. and make friends in school. Chattahoochee is scary, but it will become one of the greatest things you'll ever have experienced. Cherish seminary, sister Yates, and spending time with Mariana, Jenn, Ash, and Rachel.. because the summer will bring massive changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If i could tell you one thing to do in the summer of '06, it would be to figure out now how much your parents care about and love you. Always remember that mom wants what's best, not to torture you and keep you away from Josh. Keep Jazmin close and tell her that she's more important than anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your Junior year is the hardest of the three. Get out of the house, talk to people in school, and make friends. Girls have talked behind your back, and you've lost every friend in your ward, but this will make you stronger than anything. Keep talking to Courtney because you both help each other through some of the hardest lessons life has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tell Andrew that you like him, and have the confidence to date him. Pay attention in math, and remember that Coach Dell loves you, he will always be there to help you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you meet Weston Goggins, write it in your journal. He'll become one of the best friends you'll have. You, Weston, Nathaniel, and Garrett will create some of the greatest memories that you'll remember in high school. Have fun, and don't stress about relationships. Have the confidence to be yourself and to not date when you don't need to. Stay close to Arielle, she needs you just as much as you've needed her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The end of your senior year will be filled with so much fun with Weston and Nathaniel. When you go to Portugal, appreciate the culture and be patient. Don't worry about saying goodbye to Weston or Nathaniel, but appreciate Georgia and all it has given you. You've never been afraid of making the decision to go to BYU Hawaii, all you feel is excitement and later on you'll look back and feel so much satisfaction with the way you felt and how it all came together. You don't know a soul, but will make friends almost instantly and the Lord will bless you with the amazing friends you've always prayed for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remember to be happy, remember to not make things a bigger deal than they are, and stay close to the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't get caught up in dating and getting married, just enjoy college life and all of the friends you've made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Study more, and play harder. Take lots of pictures. Hawaii is an amazing blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Texting Danny isn't as important as all of the fun you'll have with Chantal, Bree and Erin in the Casa, remember that they are always there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soon you'll be frustrated, scared, and really in love. Don't be afraid to say what you feel, and listen closely to the spirit, don't ignore the promptings but trust in your heavenly father's plan for you. You'll make it out alive, i promise. Don't be quick to get upset, Quit talking, quit worrying, and have the confidence to be happy. Serving a mission is something deep down you know you want to do, don't be afraid to make that decision. You've always known that everything will work out how it should. Have Faith and Hope in your future :) you have a lot going for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Love, your future self. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-6905609637526691728?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6905609637526691728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6905609637526691728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6905609637526691728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6905609637526691728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-me.html' title='A {letter} to Me'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GKnMmii-1Yk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1408072649110653146</id><published>2011-02-09T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:36:43.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>admittance &amp; {loves}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TVORC4WhamI/AAAAAAAABYs/2hFtQjQ3dis/s1600/65833_1370875747956_1113601314_31672627_6186779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TVORC4WhamI/AAAAAAAABYs/2hFtQjQ3dis/s320/65833_1370875747956_1113601314_31672627_6186779_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571956642660051554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy HAPPY note!! I'm in Hawaii right now! &lt;div&gt;In the Casa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Bree and Ethan and Ariel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got to hang out with Erin at the RWC today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and go to class with Bree, Tessa, and Bonnie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and go to subway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ride a longboard around Laie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i'll go to Foodland later for some comida =) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're going to watch a movie and make brownies tonight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to admit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that being here in Hawaii again, and around the mormon college scene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've noticed that those feelings of wanting to get married are ever-present here for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am definitely looking forward to all that life is blessing me with starting this very minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and continuing on and on. I am very blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make another list of things that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other day whilst driving to Arizona for 8 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was thinking about how my attitude has gone downhill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i've been really lazy and just not really very....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about doing what i need to do to be proactive haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so my mind again came up with a metaphor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(remember the one with the small hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking their problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and dropping them into the huge hands above them?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Steph's #2 LIFE METAPHOR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is a tiny jar (like the size for Jam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it sits (metaphorically) on my desk in my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its full of good, happy, wonderful, blissful things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things that make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good deeds for my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;service that i've done for others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of the church meetings i've been to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the times i've read my scriptures and said my prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the times that i've asked the Lord to help me make decisions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every time i do something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or have a bad attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or get angry with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it takes away some of the happy things in the jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i think about it and realize that i want to keep as many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the end. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THINGS I LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toms shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brothers' ambitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my perfect big sister's advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garments (ehh.. sometimes but i'm learning to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hawaii (you know what that incorporates, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taipei, Taiwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma and her love for cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my big sister in New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spaghetti and orange juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;card games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;putting on makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;country music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slow songs/love songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making and cuddling in quilts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kissing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;texting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guacamole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cafe rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pedicures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my CTR ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;headbands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping for mission clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haleiwa Eats (HI) &amp;amp; Benjas (UT) &amp;amp; Satay House (GA) all Thai Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Organizing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vanilla perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pearl earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;periwinkle things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krispy Kreme donuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;junebug saying "so YUUUMMMAAYY" with a deep voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden talking about "the holy god spirit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marcus and his "giant house with the world's biggest hot tub and thats it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huddy and his cute little lisp "im hudthun holm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jettbug's smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how i'm the baby whisperer and can put Drake to sleep before his parents can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orange peel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ghost in the graveyard in my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talks with Ta'ei/Erin/Bree/Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reading in pajamas and socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making brownies with Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Texas sheet cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25 main cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-1408072649110653146?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1408072649110653146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Middle and high school it was more like my therapy. A way to fill the time, to focus my thoughts, and remember what is important to me. I think i write about boys the most because that helps me not think about them as much or try to remember what i was thinking because i have it all written down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While being home, i've found all of my journals and i read them along with my scriptures at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can say is, if you don't keep a journal, start today. Make a goal to write in it every night before you go to bed. Even if you write a sentence, a paragraph, or 6 pages, i promise it will be worth it. Its so cool to me because its not just for my posterity to know exactly what i was doing or what i was thinking and what i became in this life and why i am the way i am, but its also so cool for me to see it myself. I've changed and grown and developed and it helps me to know that i've come a long way. and i have a long way to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to start all of my mission memorabilia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to keep a spiritual journal, and kind of a memories journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Julie said that while she's been on her mission, she keeps a separate journal for her thoughts about her future family and kids and when she finds her husband and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to collect little pieces of napkins, receipts, and flowers and things and glue them in. I did that my last 3 months in Hawaii and even a month afterwards i'm soo glad i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my journals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also funny, because i've started to hang out and talk to some old boyfriends (i hope they don't read this lol) and i can look back and laugh at all of the stuff that happened. (p.s. i'm grateful we're still friends) and (i hope) one day i'll be starting to date my future husband, and i'll write all of the fun stuff and what i was thinking through it all, and we'll read it together and laugh down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journals are just fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blogging a lot because i'm sick haha. but just some thoughts =) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-8793621596017868010?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8793621596017868010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8793621596017868010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8793621596017868010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8793621596017868010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-entry.html' title='a {journal} entry'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-9015763598170418238</id><published>2011-01-30T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:22:55.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"For the {Temple} is a Holy Place...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The temple on Thursday was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'll admit.... strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had to be at the temple early with my mom to do all of the initiatory stuff before my first session. I couldn't sleep the night before haha i only got about 3 hours of sleep AND i was fasting so when i woke up i was a zombie. My mom told me that i needed to break my fast or i would be miserable and falling asleep in the session. she gave me an energy drink and got me McDonald's ha. But all of the jitters and sleepiness left me as we pulled onto the road with the temple and i saw it. I love the St. George temple. It's always been my fairy princess castle, where i'd be sealed to my eternal companion/prince charming haha. When i saw it, i cried and cried and kept saying to my mom i can't believe i'm so lucky, i'm actually going inside today! I can't believe this!! haha i was all kinds of emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Walking into the temple was fun too. I had my cute Vera Bradley temple bag with my beautiful new temple dress, all of the stuff that i needed (including mints, my mom said it's a tradition of hers to always have mints in her temple bag) and i showed the front desk man my very own temple recommend. (you know.. cause you always picture when you'll have it and that you'll show it to them and smile and think "yep thats right i'm worthy! I'm doing this!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a member of the LDS church, i've known all of my life that i would some day go into the temple for the first time. (and i thought it would be right before i got married... ha). Now, having been inside the temple, I am at a loss for words really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like there's this whole side of the church that i'd never known about before. The temple will do that to you i guess. But it's not secret, it's sacred. And this past Thursday i had to tell myself that it's not scary or weird, it's sacred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its like this time when my family got tickets to see General Conference. I was 14 or 15 i think and i was so excited. i remember saying my prayers and expressing how grateful i was that i got to see the prophet in real life. Then when i sat in my seat (on the balcony of the new conference center) i was in total shock. I had felt the spirit prior to entering the conference center, but once i was there i was mesmerized at all of the people, and how commercial it all felt. Seeing that many people come, and seeing all of the cameras and the hype of conference in real life scared me, and i felt like the church wasn't what i had thought it was because of that experience. That's exactly how i felt after my first temple session was over. I was mesmerized, and the church seems foreign again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll continue to go, and i'll get used to it and i know i'll love it once i can understand it all better, but for right now, i'm trying to focus on the positive aspects. The main positive thing that i keep thinking about is how wearing garments always seemed like such an adult thing, and now i'm wearing them. That's crazy! I feel like a real grown up now. It makes me happy sometimes, but that taylor Swift song came on my itunes the other day "Never Grow Up" and i got sad. I don't feel like i'm old enough for all of this. But i'm grateful nonetheless =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6060051009230879540-9015763598170418238?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/9015763598170418238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=9015763598170418238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/9015763598170418238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lafaele, Mike Richey, Scott Caldwell, and Chad Casey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sing with their ward choir in sacrament meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They live in Bloomington Hills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the YSA wards here are sectioned into home stakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you didn't already know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Bloomington Hills Elementary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently there was this big problem when my family first moved into Stone Cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our neighbors were mad that my parents wanted us to go to the new school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead of the old one where their kids were going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, luckily we got to go to Bloomington Hills Elementary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today in sacrament meeting i saw TONS of people that i haven't seen in a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny, i feel like as i've gotten older,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've gained more confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i used to come visit St. George, and saw those people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would be too shy to say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now they all came up to me, and i approached some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like a great big elementary school reunion and i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as happy as could be =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway the point of the title of this post is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i also saw my 5th grade teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Gregoire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in their bishopric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went up to him after sacrament meeting and asked if he remembered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He smiled, shook my hand, and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're not much taller, are ya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess i haven't grown since 5th grade ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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{Three}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-2994895249801514970</id><published>2011-01-25T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:06:03.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting {&amp;} Pasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The time here in St. Geezy passes by so slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just want to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then other times I really just want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If some of you are wondering why I'm here at home instead of finishing another semester at BYUH is for this very reason, which i forgot to announce i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My parents were extended a call to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mission Presidents a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bout a month before I got my call. They don't know where they're going yet, they find out around the end of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I prayed about it, and felt like moving home was good to be able to spend time with them before I leave. =) so here i am babycakes. a little bored and lazy... but also grateful for this tiny window of a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OH and did i mention... i also get to see these little munchkins a whole lot more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6f2yFliJI/AAAAAAAABYQ/CDqF6nczbno/s1600/January%2B20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6f2yFliJI/AAAAAAAABYQ/CDqF6nczbno/s320/January%2B20115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061952983468178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fo60nYUI/AAAAAAAABXo/26wu4wpGUh4/s320/DSC_0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061714810036546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fqXCOh2I/AAAAAAAABYI/kSvake1w1DI/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fqXCOh2I/AAAAAAAABYI/kSvake1w1DI/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fqXCOh2I/AAAAAAAABYI/kSvake1w1DI/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061739563190114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Junebug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpnxIORI/AAAAAAAABYA/cpzbB56uv0A/s1600/DSC_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpnxIORI/AAAAAAAABYA/cpzbB56uv0A/s320/DSC_0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061726875007250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden &amp;amp; Hudson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Christmas talent night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the kids rocked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpaZgpqI/AAAAAAAABX4/552JlO4HuxE/s1600/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpaZgpqI/AAAAAAAABX4/552JlO4HuxE/s320/DSC_0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061723286283938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Marcus in the middle =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpDeyksI/AAAAAAAABXw/R0z28iHFQac/s1600/DSC_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6fpDeyksI/AAAAAAAABXw/R0z28iHFQac/s320/DSC_0129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566061717134414530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I couldn't be any luckier =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6060051009230879540-2994895249801514970?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2994895249801514970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=2994895249801514970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2994895249801514970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2994895249801514970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/01/cutting-pasting_25.html' title='Cutting {&amp;} Pasting'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6f2yFliJI/AAAAAAAABYQ/CDqF6nczbno/s72-c/January%2B20115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6697655561581062764</id><published>2011-01-25T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:33:10.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the {Temple}... I'll go inside someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A place of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Beauty&lt;/span&gt;. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6V98D7kzI/AAAAAAAABXg/Oqp3FZMgXKE/s1600/saint-george-mormon-temple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TT6V98D7kzI/AAAAAAAABXg/Oqp3FZMgXKE/s320/saint-george-mormon-temple2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566051080803685170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I urge our people everywhere, with all of the persuasiveness of which I am capable,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; to live worthy to hold a temple recommend, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to secure one and to regard it as a &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;precious asset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and to make a greater effot to go to the house of the Lord and partake of the spirit and the blessings to be held therein.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am satisfied that every man or woman who goes to the temple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; in a spirit of sincerity and faith &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves the house of the Lord as a better man or woman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; There is need for constant improvement in all of our lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; There is need occasionally to leave the noise and tumult of the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and step within the walls of a sacred house of God, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there to feel His spirit in an environment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; of holiness and peace."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; -Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love to see the temple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm going there. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thursday, January 27th, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;{!!!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-6697655561581062764?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6697655561581062764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6697655561581062764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6697655561581062764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6697655561581062764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-to-see-temple-ill-go-inside.html' title='I love to see the {Temple}... 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been the kind to testify&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't have the words his truth deserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's a simple thing he asks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a worthy heart and willing hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He says if i'll make the choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll help me find my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He calls me to serve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i cannot fail him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one who has given me all that i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i place my trust in him alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he knows the yearnings of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because he believes in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will go willingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can i keep this gift to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i can lift somebody else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am witness of his miracles and his mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i put my future in his hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing he's made me all i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i put my faith in, the truth begins to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his power is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it moves me until i will not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lifting the hands that hang down in sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strengthening knees that bend in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reaching the hopeless hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who do not know his love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeing their lives begin to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i'll never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can i keep this gift to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i can lift somebody else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ill be a witness of his miracles and his mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my future in his hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing he's me all i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i put my faith in him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and truth begins to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his power is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it moves me until i will not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his power is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i trust in his will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Still}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6878341871345096662</id><published>2011-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:53:23.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Wishes} for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;, you were a tough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to lie, I came into 2010 expecting it to be amazing and wonderful and surprising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ardest&lt;/span&gt; year of my life so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;My Dearest 2011, here are my goals =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read the scriptures and my patriarchal blessing every day twice a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Be more helpful and loving with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MISSION GOALS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Be a missionary that uplifts others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never think of myself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Always give people the benefit of the doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Obedient to my mission president 100%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NEVER complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have a heart full of gratitude everyday for the blessings that I do have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;work my hardest to learn the language &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've forgotten to write about what i think about my mission call, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably because i've been writing in my journal a ton this past week haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before I got my call, i prayed that it would be a place that would make me feel special. I don't know why, but that is what i wanted. I wanted to get a call that would be so exciting and so new and different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When i opened my call, i was literally in shock for 2 days. All i could think about was Taiwan, and Chinese, and how awesome it is that i get to go there. I was in full-on excited-mission-mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Several people have told me "my uncle went there and loved it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;"my sister-in-laws cousin went there and said it's beautiful"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"My grandpa's nephews best friend's dog lives there and loves it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've also heard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"i'm not gonna lie Steph, I'm really scared for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"chinese is really hard. its the hardest language to learn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"you're going to starve to death"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"you better learn to like eating scorpion and squid and raw fish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom tells me every day that i'm not going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad finds at least 5 new people to tell every day haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my sister Julie writes me as "our little chinese/asian sister".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what i think:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that my call is the Lord's way of showing me the potential he sees in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've always always said that the people who get called to Asia are the smartest people i know. And guess what, I'm a B average student. I'm mediocre at like everything, and Spanish or even ENGLISH probably would have been the easier choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But my Heavenly Father can see me teaching and growing and learning in a way i didn't know i could. I am soo so soo INCREDIBLY excited to go. My whole mindset on life has changed. I CANNOT wait to drop my life and serve. I know that maybe sometimes i'll miss my awesome life in Hawaii, or the freedom i feel every day now. But i know that this mission will change me, and change my life, and change my whole eternity. These next 18 months will pass no matter what, and there's nothing else in the world i'd rather be doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... since we're talking about 2011 and most of my year will be spent on my mission, those are some thoughts haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote that sums up my year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;"Don't you quit. You keep walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;You keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;There is help and happiness ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;don't come until heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;It will be all right in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Trust God, and believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;in good things to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;-President Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6060051009230879540-6878341871345096662?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6878341871345096662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6878341871345096662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6878341871345096662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6878341871345096662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2011/01/wishes-for-2011.html' title='{Wishes} for 2011'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1080004219748997091</id><published>2010-12-24T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:57:05.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Hao Ma?</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mr. Mailman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whilst awaiting your arrival on December 23, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was privileged to receive a phone call from. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sister Julie Ann Holm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She is my sister, and is doing amazing as a sister missionary in Rochester, New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She got permission from her mission president to call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;because i had been awaiting your arrival with my mission call in tow all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She and I had a nice chat about life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and about how I was feeling before i received your mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was amazing, and i love her tons and tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have also been enjoying calling St. George, Utah home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I do miss my Hawaiian home, but it has been wonderful to be home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to be reminded of all the awesome friends i have here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and to spend time with my family knowing i won't have to leave them for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I also got to visit some cousins and see some newborn babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and get some Christmas shopping done for my parents =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But mainly, i'd like to thank you Mr. Mailman sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks for delivering a giant packet full of useful information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and a crazy and unexpected surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The package you brought helped my friends and family join me as i found out that. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have been called to serve for 18 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taipei, Taiwan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; mission!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm going to be learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mandarin!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am so very excited to leave on March 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and i'm also excited for you to please deliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;all of the fun letters and packages from my friends and family while i serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thanks for your help in delivering my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;crazy/awesome/wonderful/insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;mission call in the mail yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;the future Sister Stephanie Holm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TRVA8VUgGGI/AAAAAAAABWk/Yl_l8eZzcJM/s320/SAM_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554417120690837602" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TRVA8YS_RyI/AAAAAAAABWc/ECtharep_DA/s320/SAM_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554417121489798946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-1080004219748997091?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1080004219748997091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1080004219748997091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1080004219748997091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1080004219748997091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/ni-hao-ma.html' title='Ni Hao Ma?'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TRVA8VUgGGI/AAAAAAAABWk/Yl_l8eZzcJM/s72-c/SAM_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8744004986476208010</id><published>2010-12-16T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:46:37.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Hawaiian {Everything}</title><content type='html'>let me just say.. for the record..&lt;div&gt;i have not expressed how incredibly excited i am about receiving a mission call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe me, i am!! i promise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is kicking my butt right now though.. so i can't even focus on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i get my call NEXT WEEK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wake up and continue to ask myself "are you really going to do this?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"can you do this?" "will every day feel like it's worth it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just looking forward knowing that it will be very very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hopefully it won't be as hard as i'm expecting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finals = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one choir concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one english research paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one 3 hour long english final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one history research paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one small english archetype paper (what in the WORLD is an archetype? i've written half a paper and i still don't know....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one history group presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one acting final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one typing of 12 mission prep journals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one mission prep final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow i will be one HAPPY CAMPER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAdies and gents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my room is packed (almost.. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has become a tradition that i listen to Wicked while i pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did it several times in Georgia, Utah and Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i did it again for 2 hours yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time while i packed i didn't feel all nostalgic like i normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This move, for once, is peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not tormenting myself about leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think in a way i know i'll be back here to graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there comes a time when life just needs to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mine is about to take a big leap of faith, and turn to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because from here on out, he's leading my every step. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the time of my life here in Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll never forget it, and i've cherished every minute just like i planned on doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for BYU Hawaii thats all i gotta say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to finishing finals and packing.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-8744004986476208010?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8744004986476208010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8744004986476208010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8744004986476208010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8744004986476208010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-hawaiian-everything.html' title='The Last Hawaiian {Everything}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6927658470329288848</id><published>2010-12-15T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:10:46.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Ocean Kisses}</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things about Hawaii is when im laying on th beach and the ocean's beautiful waves crash, and the tiny sprays somehow float up like a saltwater peck on my cheek. &lt;br/&gt; I'll miss this place. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-6927658470329288848?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6927658470329288848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6927658470329288848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6927658470329288848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6927658470329288848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/ocean-kisses.html' title='{Ocean Kisses}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-707514431192230993</id><published>2010-12-12T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:09:24.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Estories for you</title><content type='html'>STORY #1&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we took a trip into town to go Christmas Shopping at the Swap Meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Erin dean/best friend, my hometeacher Curtis Hansen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his roommates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben, Tade, and Clint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed into the car and had a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some really cool stuff for me, including a really really cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sterling silver ring, with a pineapple on it. Ahh its so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny because Erin and i had walked into almost all of the jewelry booths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when i walked into this one, i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm gonna find something in here that i'm gonna love, and i'll keep it forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i usually don't wear jewelry, and if i do, i'm skeptical of what kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cute and i'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok for the story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to see The Tourist at some theaters in Pearl City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the movie, i got up to go to the bathroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and changed my seat to sit on the end by the isle (we took up 2 whole rows cause there were tons of people with us by now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy in front of me smelled SOOO Bad like alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the movie, the guy stands up and kinda holds himself up with the chairs around him for about a minute he just stands there. then he sits back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 minutes later he gets up and does it again, for like 2 minutes this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he stands all the way up, and starts to like stumble across the isle into this other guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the guy kinda helps him up, and he stands up then falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and SMACKS his head, really hard on an armrest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO hard that the whole theater stands up, because it echoed through the whole theater and was louder than the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guy is like passed out in the isle, bleeding because he hit so hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're all trying to figure out what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were probably only like 20 people in the theater, half of them are my friends haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the medics come, and we explain what happened. and it was terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly i am scared of drunk people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my mission interview today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the official interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the stake president's, when i'm done with you it goes to the brethren, interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the, in 10 days i'll receive my call, interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun duh duh duh duhhhhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll receive my mission call the day before Christmas Eve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to me!!!!! =) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-707514431192230993?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/707514431192230993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=707514431192230993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/707514431192230993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/707514431192230993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/dos-estories-for-you.html' title='Dos Estories for you'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5947488333476212778</id><published>2010-12-10T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:53:49.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Catching Up} **Picture Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxc7le0AI/AAAAAAAABVM/6VCHj5RZiZc/s320/76108_1597030817536_1588969982_31328648_193955_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549263170207404034" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxdCfWq1I/AAAAAAAABVU/HKB72dDvFAs/s320/150276_1597034017616_1588969982_31328661_5951759_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549263172060752722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First there was our Thanksgiving Feast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Roommates: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bree (homemade rolls, green bean casserole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Steph (Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, texas sheet cake, lemon bars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guests:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Erin Dean (Stuffing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chris Pfau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crystal Bates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan Linn (chicken instead of turkey.. they were delicious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scott Messick (drinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ariel Leavitt (pumpkin pie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The company was amazing, the feast was incredible, and we had a jolly good time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night we drove all the way to Mililani to see Tangled too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxl8DZPpI/AAAAAAAABV8/WaKErRoZZcU/s320/156368_1597041657807_1588969982_31328698_7306198_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549263324951690898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Saturday after Thanksgiving, I had to pick up my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curtis Hansen &amp;amp; Clint Calder from the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They spent Thanksgiving "roughing it" in Kauai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into Waikiki and had dinner at CPK and saw all the pretty christmas lights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxd-N9OfI/AAAAAAAABVk/lJjq8iJjyu4/s320/155384_1597044817886_1588969982_31328715_3538827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549263188093909490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a fun beach day at Turtle Bay that Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played some sand volleyball and soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; ate some Ted's Bakery for lunch.. mmmmmmmm delectable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxPp-tYfI/AAAAAAAABUs/-MMOr3d9Kz4/s320/66780_1605430987535_1588969982_31342610_2028462_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262942143078898" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxPQ8Jk0I/AAAAAAAABUk/aqGj8hPTPKg/s320/63756_1605420427271_1588969982_31342566_82563_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262935421457218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we found out that the school had spent $30,000 on this semesters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were expecting 600 people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and only 97 had bought tickets the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we decided to convince a huge group to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, i've never even been asked to a dance. Ever. ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i've never been to a formal dance (besides my dance practicum for my social dance class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pretty much made Curtis and Clint be my dates haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i saved a whole $3 because Clint bought his ticket with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were sort of a "fake couple". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dance was actually really really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we sang karaoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;danced the night away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and had a really good steak dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was definitely worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad i went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxPCGgshI/AAAAAAAABUc/owXc4kIAoaE/s320/63635_1677829659394_1047070526_1838967_2461317_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262931438383634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a class called the "university chorale"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the choir class that you don't have to tryout for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pre-mission decision, i was planning on taking this class, and then during winter semester tryout for concert choir..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a concert, and these were our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely Hawaiian Costumes =) =)  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the concert was really fun. i loved the class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved the costumes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love singing, what could be better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxP9jRUGI/AAAAAAAABU0/wIaOszHT1eo/s320/67880_1612699929254_1588969982_31355176_4579348_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262947396702306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Christmas card pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sent them out this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch out!! you'll probs be getting one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6... count them.. SIX days left in my Hawaiian paradise home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=( and =)    i really don't know how to feel haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5947488333476212778?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5947488333476212778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5947488333476212778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5947488333476212778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5947488333476212778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up-picture-overload.html' title='{Catching Up} **Picture Overload'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TQLxc7le0AI/AAAAAAAABVM/6VCHj5RZiZc/s72-c/76108_1597030817536_1588969982_31328648_193955_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8405755050161262346</id><published>2010-12-02T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:33:29.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In {Love} with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3OGTu9hjVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3OGTu9hjVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-8405755050161262346?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8405755050161262346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8405755050161262346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8405755050161262346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8405755050161262346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-love-with-love.html' title='In {Love} with Love'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1986370451445088402</id><published>2010-12-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:43:01.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Courage}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="testimony"&gt;"Courage, not compromise, brings the smile of  God’s approval.&lt;br /&gt; Courage becomes a living and an attractive virtue&lt;br /&gt;when  it is regarded not only as a willingness to die manfully,&lt;br /&gt; but also as a  determination to live decently.&lt;br /&gt; A moral coward is one who is afraid to  do what he thinks is right&lt;br /&gt; because others will disapprove or laugh.&lt;br /&gt; Remember that all men have their fears,&lt;br /&gt;but those who face their fears  with dignity&lt;br /&gt;have courage as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas S. Monson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6060051009230879540-1986370451445088402?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1986370451445088402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1986370451445088402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1986370451445088402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1986370451445088402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/courage.html' title='{Courage}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-561368280052903076</id><published>2010-12-02T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:39:59.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brigham {Young}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="testimony"&gt;“All I have to do is keep my spirit, feelings  and conscience like a sheet of blank paper, and let the Spirit and power  of God write upon it what He pleases. When He writes, I will read; but  if I read before He writes, I am very likely to be wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="testimony"&gt;“When I look upon the faces of intelligent  beings I look upon the image of the God I serve. There are none but what  have a certain portion of divinity within them; and though we are  clothed with bodies which are in the image of our God, yet this  mortality shrinks before that portion of divinity which we inherit from  our Father.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testimony"&gt;"The difference between God and the Devil, is that God creates and organizes, while the whole study of the Devil is to destroy.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Brigham Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-561368280052903076?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/561368280052903076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=561368280052903076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/561368280052903076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/561368280052903076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/brigham-young.html' title='Brigham {Young}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-520023664151040626</id><published>2010-12-02T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:24:15.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's {Focus}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my posts lately have been really random.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what? I love when I can see answers to my prayers right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a hard day. &lt;br /&gt;Today was a cure for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allergic to certain foods =(&lt;br /&gt;the type of allergy that isn't necessarily noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;I get extremely irritable, tired, and have tremendous headaches,&lt;br /&gt; along with my stomach cramping for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm cutting those foods out... but it will still take a while to feel better =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... i can't focus on school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done with it haha.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep and play all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I only have 16... count them ... SIXTEEN DAYS left in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh goodness me, i don't know what i'm going to do with these next 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about leaving too much because it stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about school too much because it stresses me out (and that leaves me never doing my homework... uh oh...)&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about boys because it stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about my mission because it stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about going through the temple because it stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to think about?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had Thanksgiving break.. but it was a short break that held me up&lt;br /&gt;then Monday hit and dropped me on my bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn to embrace this change.&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know serving a mission&lt;br /&gt; is an awesome reason&lt;br /&gt; to leave school and friends behind&lt;br /&gt; for a short little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt; that i can focus enough&lt;br /&gt; not to fail my classes.&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/6060051009230879540-520023664151040626?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/520023664151040626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=520023664151040626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/520023664151040626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/520023664151040626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-focus.html' title='Let&apos;s {Focus}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5669475081876453360</id><published>2010-11-30T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:10:06.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Perhaps}</title><content type='html'>Today i said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{perhaps}&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{perhaps}&lt;/span&gt; i need to get up and do something so that i won't be sad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up feeling a little flustered and confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that my life is going somewhere great and wonderful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the power of discouragement is a great big ball of gravity on my mind sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of you may say "you're living the single life!" or "how can you complain when you live in Hawaii?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today i tried to be proactive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got up, made myself look pretty, and sung at a wonderful devotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to a lecture that i usually don't attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And came home with nothing left to do until my choir class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i sat... and decided i need to stretch to see if it would wake me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was doing so... this flood of sadness hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a giant wave of depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i'm not good enough, and that nothing i do is anything but mediocre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everyone in the world thinks i'm weird, and so do i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i thought of President Hinckley's Dad's letter to him on his mission..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Hinckley felt useless being on his mission when his family could use his help at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so his dad wrote him and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Forget yourself and get to work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i stood up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and decided to make all of my roommate's beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{Perhaps} &lt;/span&gt;service really is the only answer to sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also enjoyed a crazy fun conversation in Spanish with Crystal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which made my horribly terrible day so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{Perhaps} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;one of the best&lt;/span&gt; cures for me, is to have my goofy friends come and talk to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell me that life really isn't that bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that i really am good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that (some) people do love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{perhaps}&lt;/span&gt; i'll start a little journal of things that i'm grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am the youngest of the greatest family on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have older brothers sisters who care about me and love me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have nephews who think i'm cool because i live in hawaii and can pick them coconuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have amazing parents full of advice and prayers on my behalf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my house is nice, has a t.v., tinsel on the windows and christmas lights on the balcony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bed is super soft and comfy and i can sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have an able body that is still as flexible as it was when i danced every day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go to school at an institution that promotes my standards and helps me be better every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have seen a sea turtle, eel, and octopus in real life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've traveled to portugal, mexico, the caribbean, the bahamas, the dominican republic, and all over the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to serve for 18 months as a representative of Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a member of the only true church on the earth and receive personal counsel from the Lord every day when i seek it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have the Holy Ghost and have made and am keeping sacred coven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ants with my heavenly father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can recall trials that have pushed me to be better, so i know that the ones i go through are for a reason, and i'm so so grateful to know that, and to have become better and not worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am grateful for unselfish people who don't do things just to gain things, but are sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am grateful for long talks with people about anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm grateful for the boys who tell me i look pretty when i feel so ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so many other things.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats it for now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you all stay happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{perhaps}&lt;/span&gt; we'll make it out alive after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{Perhaps}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I'll watch a Disney movie tonight =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;look what i found.... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TPX0ig_lwEI/AAAAAAAABUU/fYiXP_32s38/s320/Photo%2B461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545607389986013250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='{Perhaps}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TPX0ig_lwEI/AAAAAAAABUU/fYiXP_32s38/s72-c/Photo%2B461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1685610992658962579</id><published>2010-11-30T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:01:53.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Good is good enough}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I sung at the devotional this morning with the University Chorale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really scary but really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny because i thought that i was smiling and singing with my face and everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... apparently not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like 6 people came up to me after and said they thought it was way funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hardly moved my mouth and had no emotion on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess that's what happens when i get nervous? haha oh well.. thats embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. good is good enough. at least i did it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-1685610992658962579?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1685610992658962579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1685610992658962579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1685610992658962579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1685610992658962579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-is-good-enough.html' title='{Good is good enough}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-939048606671565966</id><published>2010-11-29T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:05:29.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hefs happiness</title><content type='html'>Do you know whats making me happy today? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Christmas music &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And having my professor come into the cage.. saying hes grading our papers. I said "im really sorry i havent turned mine in" and he said "youre fine..just turn it in tomorrow to me sometime. Its a freebee" its a week late.. today is awesome!!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-939048606671565966?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/939048606671565966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=939048606671565966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/939048606671565966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/939048606671565966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/hefs-happiness.html' title='hefs happiness'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1154375111414298879</id><published>2010-11-24T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:54:30.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix you up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sometimes this is the theme of my day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ptKhU__eoc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ptKhU__eoc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we'll get you fixed up in no time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&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/6060051009230879540-1154375111414298879?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1154375111414298879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1154375111414298879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1154375111414298879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1154375111414298879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/fix-you-up.html' title='Fix you up'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4748139268425076832</id><published>2010-11-23T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:26:06.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things</title><content type='html'>and i've been seeing a lot of high school kids doing this 30 things thing lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made me want to do one..&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna geek out and be a little high school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. speaking of high school... i honestly don't miss it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What i do miss is dancing ballet all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel like i didn't do a lot in high school, but its completely the opposite for college experiences. I've tried TONS of things.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cheerleading/dance team&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ceramics/pottery&lt;br /&gt;&gt; acting&lt;br /&gt;&gt; singing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; geography&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now for this one i'll say that because of #3, i find a lot of comfort in what i've accomplished so far in life. its a big deal for me to feel like i've lived a good life. And so far i feel like i'm doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think about my mission ALL the time. it goes up and down like CRAZY. one day i'll be soo pumped and ready and just wanting to go, the next i'll just be like "maybe i'll just meet a guy.. and then i won't have to go.. " this is why i haven't told a lot of people that i'm going and announced it to the world. But i'm going to start being excited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I care a lot about whether people think i'm a nice person. When i find out someone doesn't like me, i usually try really hard to make them like me. i think its important to care if people think you're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still LOVE watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Listening to music whilst cleaning is the BEST thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I absolutely love have a calling in the church. I still have 3, and it is such a huge blessing!! it keeps me busy and i've gotten to know almost everyone in my ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I still want to go to culinary school, and also hair school. I wish i had a million dollars to spend on my education haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I have this weird thing.. where i feel like i'm being watched all the time. Not like being stalked or anything, just that i never feel alone. It's almost comforting. It's probably from that LDS saying "you are not alone" haha i really took that to heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I still hate facebook. I love looking at everyone's pictures though, and i think thats why i still have my account haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My roommate Bree and I made a calendar of December activities!!! I only have 3 weeks left in Hawaii for 2 years, so its gonna be CRAZY fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've included ice skating, swap meet christmas shopping, decorating the house, and having a baking night.. to name a few =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I still think Friends the t.v. show is hilarious, even after watching the episodes hundreds of times i laugh out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I love when we have traditions. Like baking brownies every night, or going to Haleiwa Eats, or having christmas movie marathons. i have certain friends that i do certain things with and i LOVE it. Friends who i play clue, and go to a frozen yogurt place with. Friends who i watch modern family, and play catch phrase, and play in Waikiki (pronounced why- KEE- kee) with. Its wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I love Country and Church music the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I can't wait to be married, but i also know that my single life right now is the only time left in my eternal existence that i will have to myself. So i'm enjoying it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I love wearing socks. They make me feel super cozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I want to make a quilt out of all the T-shirts i've collected. I have shirts from high school that say Chattahoochee on them, and shirts from all over Oahu, and girls camp, and tons of stuff that i've done. (i know she has one on Twilight.. and though i am a fan.. i had this idea before the movie came out haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I work in the "cage"/ EXS issue room where we give out exercise clothes and equipment. I wash dirty sweaty clothes and fold them and give out the clothes and clean the wrestling mats. I L.O.V.E this job. I know it sounds weird.. but i love how social it is. I've gotten to know all the people in the EXS classes and the sports teams and some of the faculty. and i love how busy i am most of the time (it gets boring too.. but at least i'm not sitting at a desk all day). I'm really sad to be leaving because i'll miss my job haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. My favorite color is purple. Like a periwinkle purply lavender. Love Love Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. my fingernail polish is red right now, its festive and i've decided to be really excited about christmas this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I had extensions in my hair, and just got them out a few days ago. My hair is thinning really really bad........ so bad that the lady who took them out said, "so how old are you? 30?" SERIOUSLY?!?! i'm 21 lady!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I really want to learn spanish or chinese on my mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. this thing has taken me a week to finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I'm really nervous about living in St. George again. I don't have a lot of friends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. My sister Melissa just had her 2nd baby. Now each of my married siblings have 2 kids. I look up to them SOO much. Probably more than they know. Melissa just posted a lot of blog posts with tons of pictures and she just seems so happy being a mom. I can't wait to be married and have kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Going through the temple is going to be the second biggest (the first being my wedding day of course!) day of my life. I have thought about this day since i can remember. I will probably cry my eyes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I love my parents more than life itself. They are who I want to be and I am a better person because I'm their daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Total Eclipse of the Heart(Glee Version), The Curse of Curves (Cute is What We Aim For), If I Fail (Cartel), It's All Coming Back To Me (Celine Dion), Bust Your Windows (Glee Version), and Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) ... you made first term and fall semester car rides Epic and Wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! you made it through all 30 =D thanks for reading =)=)&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/6060051009230879540-4748139268425076832?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4748139268425076832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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blog&lt;br /&gt;(except grandma and melissa =)&lt;br /&gt;so i talked about it on here a month before they found out&lt;br /&gt;haha suckas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;my nephews want a coconut and remote control car from Hawaii for Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Camden cares a lot about what he wears to school&lt;br /&gt;he has to look good or the kids make fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;and who picks him up from school&lt;br /&gt;his ride can't make them look ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get to be around them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALEIWA EATS TONIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;then FHE woot woot =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Telling'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5796835163038010154</id><published>2010-11-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:17:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick its ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like.. i don't think i've ever EVER been this sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started slowly with my mom coming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and taking midterms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i stayed up til 3AM to see the new Harry Potter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(HOLY MOly that movie is AWESOME &amp;amp; terrifying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;((i have to read the book now, because i'll be on my mission when the 2nd half comes out =( ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And when i woke up the next morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it struck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Headaches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;stiff, achy achy body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;stuffy nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm soo sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I moved my mattress out to the living room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;watched movies and slept all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;at chicken noodle soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and took loads of pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and Gee Double You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm not getting better.&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/6060051009230879540-5796835163038010154?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5796835163038010154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5796835163038010154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5796835163038010154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5796835163038010154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-sick-its-ill.html' title='So sick its ill'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4936400248705608490</id><published>2010-11-19T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:34:35.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{cutie patootie}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOcJgMl9p0I/AAAAAAAABUA/MZ9qE3L4Xwo/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOcJgMl9p0I/AAAAAAAABUA/MZ9qE3L4Xwo/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541408315243603778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It couldn't get any cuter than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6060051009230879540-4936400248705608490?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4936400248705608490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOcJgMl9p0I/AAAAAAAABUA/MZ9qE3L4Xwo/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8430079895857337849</id><published>2010-11-18T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:13:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss {Sister} Holm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mission Update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papers are completely done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Submitted to the bishop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dedication of the Laie temple is this Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so there will be no church meetings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;therefore i have to wait until the following week to meet with my bishop about the papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he sends them on to the stake president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once the stake president ok's them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they get sent to Salt Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So hopefully, hopefully, hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if everything goes smoothly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have my call in a month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-8430079895857337849?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8430079895857337849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8430079895857337849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8430079895857337849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8430079895857337849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/miss-sister-holm.html' title='Miss {Sister} Holm'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3312179923654998972</id><published>2010-11-18T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:04:40.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Drake Matthew Harrison}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One month from today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to meet this new little guy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR5y3dbJI/AAAAAAAABTo/O8TTYZNS2-s/s320/149063_1436025186892_1420839324_30996981_2848878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541136076130577554" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR6dBHl_I/AAAAAAAABTw/2YNN0_r-bF4/s320/154324_10150095787495879_575130878_7278511_6326637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541136087445379058" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR6qJsNrI/AAAAAAAABT4/UYengLCKfgs/s1600/154541_10150095787445879_575130878_7278508_7960966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR6qJsNrI/AAAAAAAABT4/UYengLCKfgs/s320/154541_10150095787445879_575130878_7278508_7960966_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541136090970994354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was born yesterday afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday was a VERY hectic day for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost couldn't see straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking about how much I wanted to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything ended sweetly though=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR5wzVvbI/AAAAAAAABTg/AqMes3TG468/s1600/75885_10150095787485879_575130878_7278510_4902253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR5wzVvbI/AAAAAAAABTg/AqMes3TG468/s320/75885_10150095787485879_575130878_7278510_4902253_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541136075576425906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just has a boy quality about him huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he's sooo handsome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the world and our family little baby Drake!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your aunt steph loves you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. HP TOnight!!! woot woot!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-3312179923654998972?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/3312179923654998972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=3312179923654998972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3312179923654998972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3312179923654998972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/drake-matthew-harrison.html' title='{Drake Matthew Harrison}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TOYR5y3dbJI/AAAAAAAABTo/O8TTYZNS2-s/s72-c/149063_1436025186892_1420839324_30996981_2848878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-795121073867788032</id><published>2010-11-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:42:22.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{sick} &amp; tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;div&gt;and may or may not have taken a three hour nap in the middle of the day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND may or may not have driven my car in the middle of it... without really remembering.. only feeling like i was REALLy tired and wanted to get back to my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom came to visit me last week =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stayed in Waikiki for most of the week and had a BLAST with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so relaxing and fun. we really didn't do a whole lot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just the fluffy beds and the A/C was enough for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus i got to keep the hotel room an extra night and have some friends come stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was the cherry on top of an awesome week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately i have been getting really really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really haven't been sick in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think its going around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started the day my mom got here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got progressively worse with the whole eating out all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my sleep schedule changing so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a headache, a swollen neck, an ear infection (so i stumble all over the place and feel super dizzy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a tired TIRED aching body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm really ornery all the time too so thats fantastic. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've driven into Waikiki like 7 times in the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin and i took a random trip to cheesecake last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tonight some friends got stranded at costco in town so i took some friends with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picked them up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we went to Chili's for din din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on one of my sugar highs.. and laughed at everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really think people thought i was drunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i embarrass myself a lot, but i figure i don't really need to grow up yet, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the MUSICAL side of my life haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i led my ward choir (who are SOOO awesome!!) in the song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my heavenly father loves me" at our ward conference this past Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a BEAUTIFUL arrangement, and they honestly did so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little nervous, but we had practiced a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we all sat down i looked up and the bishopric and the stake presidency were all crying. so thats a good thing haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, the university chorale that i'm in is singing in devotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found out today that we're singing the song that everyone hates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its called "ye shall have a song" and pretty much just repeats that line the whole time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're singing like SIX beautiful songs.. i have no idea why she chose that one...... ugh. oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another happy happy thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MELISSA is due any minute to have her little boy!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay for 5 nephews and a niece.. they are the sugar on top of my fab life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to move home and be so close to my whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be so crazy to not feel like i'm missing out on the whole family life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and missing eating out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and living on the mainland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and being able to travel long distances without turning around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get sick to my stomach about leaving hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it gives me anxiety because i really really don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have to progress and we know this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.. loves! this was a long post haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-795121073867788032?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/795121073867788032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=795121073867788032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/795121073867788032'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, this wonderfully beautiful and amazing mother of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmkyw0PI/AAAAAAAABTY/lVff9p04wpM/s1600/DSC07047_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmkyw0PI/AAAAAAAABTY/lVff9p04wpM/s320/DSC07047_sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514510214648050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's here visiting me and it is seriously just so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; its an escape of my own reality in the place that is my reality.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have these nice talks about our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and about how things are just changing a lot in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also grateful for these people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmYmPhxI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xLIndldphmI/s1600/DSCN1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmYmPhxI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xLIndldphmI/s320/DSCN1010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514506940909330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmUn51bI/AAAAAAAABTI/k8ypX5rCJJY/s1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNzBmUn51bI/AAAAAAAABTI/k8ypX5rCJJY/s320/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514505874134450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our family trip to Hawaii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all came to drop me off for college,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there has been 3 additions to the family since then haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they will be visiting this Christmas helping me leave this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They came when i came, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they'll be right by my side as i leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's how life is isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family means everything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've stressed SO much about how scared i am to have to come home from my mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get attached, as you probably well know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i just... well i KNOW that it will be hard for me to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then the other day i called my sister Melissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i hung up the phone i realized i'm still coming home to my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this gigantic whoosh of peace filled my mind and my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how i'm grateful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these guys are stuck with me forever =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope they're as happy about it as i am haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-2930560638283664103?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2930560638283664103/comments/default' 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href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/hometeacher-hometeachee.html' title='{Hometeacher} Hometeachee'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TNYfIAKRUqI/AAAAAAAABSw/SaQk12xtYCk/s72-c/71573_1381243184601_1637601436_832355_76526_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5827185351157831739</id><published>2010-11-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:32:58.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The {girl} who can't be moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gS9o1FAszdk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gS9o1FAszdk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"cause if one day you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and find that you're missing me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've just been sitting here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the Reading/Writing Center at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my best friend Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching Christmas Movies on this rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's really just an awesome day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then i saw this music video and realized something... its kind of sad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'll just be honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't let go, because if i do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life will lose a lot of meaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'll lose all that passion for life that i felt with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll lose meaningful things i've been waiting to say and feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"it seems like nothing's happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until i've shared them with you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've still been waiting to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i honestly don't know if i'll ever stop waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope that's ok. if not, then i really am crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's ok with me i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day things will be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5827185351157831739?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5827185351157831739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7311285507641835849</id><published>2010-11-06T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:33:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm freaking out. but just a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that making life-changing decisions is REALLY hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm focusing on school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to prepare to move home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to preparing for a mission,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because i dont want anything to change, but i know it has to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to move away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i LOVE hawaii.. and its really true that you never know how much you love something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until you don't have it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will i do without the beach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without my best friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without the casa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without playing clue every night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without my awesome job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about leaving a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been so good lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the important thing is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be so much happier if i do what I'm supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sometimes the Grass isn't always Greener. Its just green everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-7311285507641835849?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7311285507641835849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=7311285507641835849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7311285507641835849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7311285507641835849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-little.html' title='Just a little.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7544867038511994195</id><published>2010-10-31T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:24:01.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Journal Time =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Because...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Because he walked with man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i know the way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he calmed the raging storm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'm not afraid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he made the leper clean&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he can make me whole&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he called his sheep by name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i know i'm not alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he was condemned&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i am redeemed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he broke the chains of death&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i am free&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he bowed beneath all things&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he lifted me above&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he shed his blood for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i know his love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will praise forever &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;the savior of the world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will sing together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;with all the saints on earth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he gave to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;everything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he had to give&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i breathe,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i hope,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i live. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he conquered death&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'll live again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he is my constant friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'll follow him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he wants to ease my pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he makes my burdens sweet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and when he comes to earth again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i'll kneel before his feet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will praise forever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;the savior of the world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will sing together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;with all the saints on earth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he gave to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;everything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he had to give&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i breathe,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i hope, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will praise forever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;the savior of the world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;and i will sing together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;with all the saints on earth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;because he gave to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;everything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;he had to give&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i breathe, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i hope, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i breathe,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i hope,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i love &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-7544867038511994195?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7544867038511994195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=7544867038511994195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7544867038511994195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7544867038511994195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-journal-time_31.html' title='Sunday Journal Time =)'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7458266489521629975</id><published>2010-10-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:29:00.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows.. what?</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel like Halloween =( and its one of my favorite holidays =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-7458266489521629975?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7458266489521629975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=7458266489521629975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7458266489521629975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7458266489521629975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hallows-what.html' title='All Hallows.. what?'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5287879463537166389</id><published>2010-10-29T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:56:22.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TwM</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent.&lt;br /&gt;Detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penetrate&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary,&lt;br /&gt;you let it penetrate you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how you are able to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold back on the emotions-&lt;br /&gt;if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them -&lt;br /&gt;you can never get to being detached,&lt;br /&gt;you're too busy being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid of the pain,&lt;br /&gt;you're afraid of the grief,&lt;br /&gt;you're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by throwing yourself into these emotions,&lt;br /&gt;by allowing yourself to dive in,&lt;br /&gt;all the way,&lt;br /&gt;over your head even,&lt;br /&gt;you experience them fully and completely.&lt;br /&gt;You know what pain is.&lt;br /&gt;You know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;You know what grief is.&lt;br /&gt;And only then can you say,&lt;br /&gt;'All right. I have experienced that emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Now i need to detach from that emotion for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you learn how to die,&lt;br /&gt;you learn how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is fear.&lt;br /&gt;step away from it.&lt;br /&gt;step away."&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/6060051009230879540-5287879463537166389?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5287879463537166389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5287879463537166389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5287879463537166389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5287879463537166389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/twm.html' title='TwM'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5429045183517859329</id><published>2010-10-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:57:15.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best forwarded e-mail i've ever recieved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: red; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This  is an "actual letter" from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and  Gamble regarding one of their feminine products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and  I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or  Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa  dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach  in tight, white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite feature has to be your  revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough  to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell  you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16  in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher?  I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right  now.  As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging  through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and  I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred  hillbilly with knife skills.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen  quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's  monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the  bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood  swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize  it's a tough time for most women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sir, you of all  people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs  in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last  month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach  inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and  there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy  Period.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Error! Filename not specified.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you  f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny  middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing  happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: blue; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mentioned  above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?  FYI,  unless you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak, there will never be  anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on  Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't  march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a  sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love  of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message  on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's  actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular  Manslaughter is Wrong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your Accounting  Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in  monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business  elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not  for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that's a  promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always. . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;br /&gt;Austin , TX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Have a Happy Period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5429045183517859329?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5429045183517859329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5429045183517859329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5429045183517859329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5429045183517859329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-forwarded-e-mail-ive-ever-recieved.html' title='The best forwarded e-mail i&apos;ve ever recieved.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3369429393888315674</id><published>2010-10-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:28:44.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Over} the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play the song while reading haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll give the full effect i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uGXEJsF1Zo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uGXEJsF1Zo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMnqeSSmnPI/AAAAAAAABSg/zOntrHTNiiM/s320/2010-10-28+08.41.56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533211423228206322" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMnqeJLEkKI/AAAAAAAABSY/BGPvbhVlpe0/s320/2010-10-28+08.40.16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533211420780695714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my Mission Prep class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get in my car, and turn on my i-pod,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid Michaelson starts singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i pass the temple.. and see a beautiful Hawaiian rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) Happy Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-3369429393888315674?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/3369429393888315674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=3369429393888315674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3369429393888315674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thinking.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was reading my blog from April &amp;amp; May..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to be honest i remember being a lot more sad than i seemed from my blogging haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that made me happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sometimes i just want to ask him.&lt;div&gt;"why do you hate me so much now?" ugh i wish i knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is handing me bushels of both lemons and strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't worry... i'm making strawberry lemonade and enjoying the sweetness =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Accept what you are able to do, and what you are not able to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"So many people walk around with a meaningless life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They seem half asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;even when they're busy doing things they think are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is because they are chasing the wrong things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to loving others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;devote yourself to your community around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and devote yourself to creating something that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;gives you purpose and meaning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;"The most important thing in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is to learn how to give out love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and to let it come in."&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     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href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-wittle-kitty.html' title='cute wittle kitty'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8269572554447938598</id><published>2010-10-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:49:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These may or may not be the cutest pictures ever taken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMUoS-jtZFI/AAAAAAAABSI/eyP43-skQQ8/s1600/Grandkids_1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMUoS-jtZFI/AAAAAAAABSI/eyP43-skQQ8/s320/Grandkids_1+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531872023790052434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMUoSquL3NI/AAAAAAAABSA/xBuLE7imkcg/s1600/33473_1487521186720_1194633295_31118837_5231576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMUoSquL3NI/AAAAAAAABSA/xBuLE7imkcg/s320/33473_1487521186720_1194633295_31118837_5231576_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531872018465283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i may or may not be the luckiest aunt ever. just sayin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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taken.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMUoS-jtZFI/AAAAAAAABSI/eyP43-skQQ8/s72-c/Grandkids_1+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-260393927499714506</id><published>2010-10-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:31:43.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Journal Time =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMSqL3093FI/AAAAAAAABR4/DLDn9rFY08c/s1600/6929_1219779010632_1113601314_31184152_4891728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMSqL3093FI/AAAAAAAABR4/DLDn9rFY08c/s320/6929_1219779010632_1113601314_31184152_4891728_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531733363259202642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps Happy Fall =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess all I can say is that I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i don't know it because my parents do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or my siblings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or because my leaders have been telling me that all my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know because i've experienced it first-hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've prayed and prayed and experimented with prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and seen how everything people say it's cracked up to be, it is, and much much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that the temple is a sacred place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and is the most sacred place on earth, and Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;visit their sacred homes on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that Heavenly Father is trying every day for us to listen to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and find out what he wants us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.... here is my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;announcement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and some reasons for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(i'm keeping this a secret from my mom, so don't tell her ;) haha she doesn't read this very often..... so hopefully no one tells her to get on and read it. if i find out anyone did, i'ma gonna be real mad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going on a MISSION!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've kept up with my blog, you've seen that i've been struggling a lot with what i was going to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to do something else. because Hawaii just hasn't felt right this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i knew the Lord was pushing me to ask him for an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i prayed and worked on some stuff, and the answer eventually came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was short, simple, sweet, and miraculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and every day since i've felt this entirety of peace with the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a reason for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and a LOT of things that have happened in the past year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have prepared me for this decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be done with my papers in about 2-3 weeks and hopefully &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;get my call before the semester ends in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to move home with my parents in St. George until i leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so FINALLY i get to be closer to my family for a little while!! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so whoever reads this Sunday Journal today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;number 1, don't you dare tell my momma!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;number 2, i would tell you that you should pray and ask if you're doing what heavenly father wants for you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and number 3, keep this sabbath day holy =)! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Sabbath Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Journal Time =)'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMSqL3093FI/AAAAAAAABR4/DLDn9rFY08c/s72-c/6929_1219779010632_1113601314_31184152_4891728_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3493892519973210845</id><published>2010-10-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:49:53.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TMSpwzBV71I/AAAAAAAABRw/I1EK0llVj58/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-2163540242032987950</id><published>2010-10-22T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:01:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Creativity in journaling}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Those who keep a book of remembrance keep the Lord in their remembrance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The most important word in the gospel is "remember"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOly SpagHEtti gUYs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so blessed.. and i'll tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 3 callings (still...) and one is the enrichment committee chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soo.. i have to organize all of the enrichment activities and delegate assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an activity last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was supposed to be epic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were gonna do some speed dating, and have a journaling workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead only 7 girls showed up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we just did the journaling workshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so lucky to have miss &lt;i&gt;Ambree Klemm&lt;/i&gt; in our ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she volunteered to do the workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did study abroad last semester in VIENNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and took a journaling class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just tell you.. it was one of the BEST enrichments i've ever been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It only lasted about 45 minutes, and we didn't really do anything but listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it has completely changed my outlook on writing in my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY EXPERIENCES:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've kept a journal (literally written in it every single month) since i was in 5th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've completely completed about 5-6 journals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also i know the kind of effect a journal can have on posterity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i visited my grandma over the summer, she showed me a little journal that my great grandmother kept, and just to see her handwriting was the coolest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another experience is when i lived in Georgia my mom and i got super close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we would have long talks about dating and what my mom did when she was young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how she felt about different things. I am so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways she told me about her life, and that felt like she was reading her journal to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom has also told me really cool spiritual experiences she's had, and was reminded of after going back and reading her journals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CREATIVITY:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During Ambree's little schpeel, she told us how she gets creative with her journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rule her professor gave her with their journals was: no lines. the pages had to be completely blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout her trip in Vienna, she would do different things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~take a napkin from a restaurant she liked, describe the place or rate the food ON the napkin, then glue it in her journal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~put in stickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~take a postcard from places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ticket stubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~receipts (to remember how much things cost)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~maps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~she made a calendar and glued it in with all her plans (to remember what days she did things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~have a friend write something like a story in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~movie reviews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~magazine cut outs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~funny Facebook statuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~song lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~poems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~quotes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~scriptures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~press flowers in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LISTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~baby names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~good recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~goals (and report on them later to stay accountable)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~when i'm a mom what i will/won't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~happy list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~things i hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~favorites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~shopping lists (if i had $1 million i would buy...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or entries like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"today i'm wearing, doing, watching.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~or every time you want to write in your journal, you can find a journal prompt online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like an example would be "write about butter" and Ambree's turned into an old cute childhood memory about mac and cheese and baking cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways... i'm changing the way i write in my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm really excited about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think anywhere i go, i'll just collect a little thing like a napkin or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then write about it in my journal with a little thing to remember it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALSO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember! blogging is a way of journaling, and the website you have you will never lose because the internet will be here forever, so be creative on your blog too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i need to be better at that haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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=)'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-902042094405563446</id><published>2010-10-20T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:04:29.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Fall}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest Fellow Bloggers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Fall.&lt;div&gt;and i know a lot of you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how Hawaii feels different, even though its the same season all year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets a little colder, and the days feel beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet mom sent me a Halloween package a few days ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Included was a caramel apple kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i bought some chocolate, and rice krispies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and made thee best caramel apples in the world!! hahah thanks mommasita! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL_XJJ8I20I/AAAAAAAABQw/RUezXR_e-2c/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530375419721210690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommate and about 25 other students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spent the morning working on the grounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cleaning it up for the open house that starts tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and do you see that beautiful reflection pool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cleaned the tile in it with Pumice Stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL6LQm9BVSI/AAAAAAAABQY/wcj1TxEwZVI/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530010509908202786" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL4wG-coVvI/AAAAAAAABQQ/FiduBd-T0AU/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529910288857978610" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL4u1CuAYKI/AAAAAAAABQA/PK0jtKAW3cA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529908881255325858" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL6LQ4x2gSI/AAAAAAAABQg/sxaMwryEiYo/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530010514693194018" /&gt;So i spent a beautiful morning in the reflection pool of the temple cleaning the tile.&lt;div&gt;An amazing way to start my day =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-4362700344294506735?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4362700344294506735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=4362700344294506735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4362700344294506735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4362700344294506735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-to-seeclean-temple-im-going.html' title='I Love to See/Clean the Temple =) I&apos;m going there someday (soon!!!)'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TL4u1duPF6I/AAAAAAAABQI/NMOynxta5BA/s72-c/LDS_Laie_Hawaii_Temple_front_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1202291718437331150</id><published>2010-10-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:29:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The longer i live, the more i realize the impact of attitude on life.&lt;br /&gt;Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.&lt;br /&gt;it is more important than the past, the education, the money,&lt;br /&gt;than circumstances, than failure, than successes,&lt;br /&gt;than what other people think or say or do.&lt;br /&gt;It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill.&lt;br /&gt;It will make or break a company... a church...&lt;br /&gt;a home.&lt;br /&gt;The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday&lt;br /&gt;regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot change our past...&lt;br /&gt;we cannot change the fact that&lt;br /&gt;people will act in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot change the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have,&lt;br /&gt;and that is our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;and 90% of how i react to it.&lt;br /&gt;and so it is with you...&lt;br /&gt;we are in charge of our attitudes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charles R. Swindoll&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/6060051009230879540-1202291718437331150?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1202291718437331150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1202291718437331150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1202291718437331150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1202291718437331150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/9010.html' title='90/10'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5351683610690730029</id><published>2010-10-14T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:24:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its for {reals} this time</title><content type='html'>HAPPINESS:&lt;br /&gt;good fortune; pleasure; contentment; JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TLfWx2CgMWI/AAAAAAAABP4/4CqugOrSFw8/s1600/33638_1519751365598_1588969982_31202660_4360931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TLfWx2CgMWI/AAAAAAAABP4/4CqugOrSFw8/s320/33638_1519751365598_1588969982_31202660_4360931_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528123219428520290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my answer this morning,&lt;br /&gt;and the process has begun.&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/6060051009230879540-5351683610690730029?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5351683610690730029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5351683610690730029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5351683610690730029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5351683610690730029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-for-reals-this-time.html' title='Its for {reals} this time'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TLfWx2CgMWI/AAAAAAAABP4/4CqugOrSFw8/s72-c/33638_1519751365598_1588969982_31202660_4360931_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-9140930835323917021</id><published>2010-10-14T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:38:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;DESIRE: an expressed wish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a longing or craving for something that brings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;satisfaction and/or enjoyment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;. . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weight thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away."&lt;br /&gt;-Dinah Craik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-9140930835323917021?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/9140930835323917021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=9140930835323917021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/9140930835323917021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/9140930835323917021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/desire.html' title='Desire.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6301237650159175249</id><published>2010-10-12T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:18:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action = {Reaction}</title><content type='html'>Devotional was good today.&lt;div&gt;I loved how in the opening prayer the guy prayed for all of us to receive comfort with the things we're struggling with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally fell apart during the musical number.. i have cried at every devotional during Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a cry baby and have been all year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ladies and gents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've started my mission papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND on top of that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've talked to my sister Julie (who's on a mission in NY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wants me to do a mini-mission and go stay a few weeks with her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be AMAZING. I'm going to do everything I can to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to BYU Jerusalem. I'm going to apply in a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get away from BYU Hawaii for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it here, like more than i can even say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i've made more awesome friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and done more crazy things and just lived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better now than i ever have since coming here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's other things calling my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really really just don't want to hold back just because i love it and have gotten comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still pretty lonely too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want someone to cuddle with and tell me I'm beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing wrong with that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what i should want at this point in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm living, and helping, and serving, and trying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm going to go and add experiencing/experimenting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll should give me your opinion on what i should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i know prayer is also involved.. i just want to know what YOU would do if you were me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps keep in mind, i'm halfway through my undergrad.. haven't started my full on major classes and its the perfect time to go have fun before i dive in.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mini-Mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 Month Mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transfer to Provo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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{Reaction}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-96696344298977804</id><published>2010-10-12T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:53:14.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{BreakEven}</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrzGHgmG3y4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrzGHgmG3y4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/breakeven.html' title='{BreakEven}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8712709298128749242</id><published>2010-10-11T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:25:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a handprint on my {Heart}</title><content type='html'>Sunday Journal: (for miss deany weeny)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that i meet the people that i do for reasons that i will either know right away, or find out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am living the life i am for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that my heavenly father knows so many things about me that i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that when i pray at night, i only catch a glimpse of the immense gratefulness he has of me for asking his advice, opinion, and revelation on what i need to do to please him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been focusing too much on me. Too little on service. Too much on imperfections, and too little on optimism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't tell my friends enough how much they mean to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much they lift me and help me and show me how to be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't told my siblings how their criticisms and opinions shaped me into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't told my parents that their decision to give me my agency throughout my life has blessed me tremendously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't thanked all those leaders that have cheered me on, and shown that they cared about what I did, even when I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. thanks for reading guys.. whoever you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad someone cares =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope you're happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope you're doing more good in the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than i have been doing lately...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) keep on keepin on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-8712709298128749242?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8712709298128749242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8712709298128749242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8712709298128749242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8712709298128749242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-handprint-on-my-heart.html' title='Like a handprint on my {Heart}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5573667524192829787</id><published>2010-10-07T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:20:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trashy to {Beautiful}</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAUMU3QQE6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAUMU3QQE6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you're pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without any makeup on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think you're funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you tell the punch line wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i knew you got me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you let your walls come down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before you met me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was alright but things were kinda heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you brought me to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now every February you'll be my valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's just talk all through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's no need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to rush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can dance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be young forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you make me feel like i'm living a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teenage dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way you turn me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart stops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just one touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now baby i believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so take a chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life's like a movie scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasn't happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until you became my queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my missing puzzle piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's just talk all through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's no need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to rush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can dance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be young forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you make me feel like i'm living a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teenage dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way you turn me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart stops when you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just one touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now baby i believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so take a chance and don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will get your heart racing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this teenage dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if that's what you need tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let you rest your head on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if thats what you need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this teenage dream tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight tonight tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-5573667524192829787?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5573667524192829787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-488024583553922133</id><published>2010-10-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:11:39.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thinking</title><content type='html'>My friends Bree, Erika and I are watching A Walk To Remember =)&lt;div&gt;whilst watching, we were discussing proposals and how we want to be proposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha I'm such a loser but oh well...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear future husband, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;#1 we will fall in lub with each other. #2 you should get to know my best friends. #3 There will be something important that they will have to say to you for when you decide to propose to me. It is vital that they tell you this information, because if you don't find out in time to propose, i will be vastly disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your babycakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i came up with a good quote today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking about relationships and how i don't agree with the phrase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you can wish things into your life, but you can't wish them out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's pretty deep and thoughtful, yes? i thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Aloha Wednesday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Thinking'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1380283649574171968</id><published>2010-10-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:01:03.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{I} Love them i {LOVE} them i love {THEM}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TK1FsSvwz-I/AAAAAAAABPw/pMrutyUmHrk/s1600/DSC_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TK1FsNUuyEI/AAAAAAAABPg/AyaFxe7eqUw/s320/17940_301057170459_705635459_5238768_7440164_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525148943646640194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TK1Fr9YLScI/AAAAAAAABPY/yVVy1sU0OE0/s1600/6174_1199780630685_1113601314_31110823_871480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TK1Fr9YLScI/AAAAAAAABPY/yVVy1sU0OE0/s320/6174_1199780630685_1113601314_31110823_871480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525148939366123970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodness gracious i'm the luckiest aunt in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKZDi-qHYkI/AAAAAAAABO4/Y7xUKEzg5lc/s1600/39044_416057743934_590763934_4645460_3413796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKZDi-qHYkI/AAAAAAAABO4/Y7xUKEzg5lc/s320/39044_416057743934_590763934_4645460_3413796_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523176261230748226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skipping class to write papers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha excellent... let's see what i have to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- it's OCTOBER already!!!! holy flipping moly that is insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-have i ever told you fellow bloggers how amazing my house is? every night we have like 10 people over watching a movie and making treats or playing games. It's seriously a party every night at the casa... even on school nights. i get from 3-5 hours of sleep every night haha... i make up for it on the weekends so no worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-speaking of casa adventures.. we're having a scary movie marathon leading up to Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(we also do that for the 25 days of Christmas in December)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-the temple re-opens soon!!! i am sooo excited to help out with the tours and to go to the open house and go do baptisms. Some friends want to do weekly baptisms, and i am so down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-The temple re-opening kind of just reminds me of the huge decisions i'm making right now. But its more of a blessing because i know going to do baptisms and being in the temple will bring me some kind of special revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and lastly but definitely not leastly.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Salsa Hula will help me get my man. =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-3745476285269109510?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/3745476285269109510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=3745476285269109510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3745476285269109510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3745476285269109510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/save-drama-for-your-mama.html' title='Save the Drama for Your Mama'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKZDi-qHYkI/AAAAAAAABO4/Y7xUKEzg5lc/s72-c/39044_416057743934_590763934_4645460_3413796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6398789398395182829</id><published>2010-09-29T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:37:31.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKZGVl5cQvI/AAAAAAAABPA/CklE6krc6nk/s1600/31701_1284932799436_1113601314_31421800_6691927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKOuHhJpzII/AAAAAAAABOY/IfNnn-qsU7E/s320/40500_1470621057371_1588969982_31098747_7579026_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522449012267535490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKOuHVN-8GI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VhB6skW89v0/s1600/39334_1454374851226_1588969982_31055031_3941511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKOuHVN-8GI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VhB6skW89v0/s1600/39334_1454374851226_1588969982_31055031_3941511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKOuHVN-8GI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VhB6skW89v0/s320/39334_1454374851226_1588969982_31055031_3941511_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522449009064472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys are the bees knees. Seriously life would be dull and i would be sad and lonely without all of you. Thanks so so much for being my friends and listening and dealing with my craziness. You'll really never know how much I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASHLEY YOU ARE ON THERE TOO.. you already read this post.. sorry dude.. i kept thinking "who the heck am i forgetting???" i forgot you =( lets have a water fight and make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-6398789398395182829?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6398789398395182829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6398789398395182829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6398789398395182829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6398789398395182829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/lovelys.html' title='Lovelys'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKZGVl5cQvI/AAAAAAAABPA/CklE6krc6nk/s72-c/31701_1284932799436_1113601314_31421800_6691927_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8925507069321655866</id><published>2010-09-28T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:11:52.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got some yellow liquid for your popcorn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0Zef4TI/AAAAAAAABOI/nyLqOcK29nw/s1600/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I talked to my mom today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy story about family history!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she found one of her cousins sons lives in Palmyra where my sister Julie is serving her mission. Sunday morning my mom had told Julie to go and visit him, THAT afternoon he and his family went on a tour where she gives them. She asked what his name was at the end and when he told her she started to cry and it made him cry (but he didn't know why he was crying) then she said, "my mom told me literally today about you and i was going to come see you! you're my cousin!" and he said he was relieved because he didn't know anyone on that side of his family was active in the church. pretty freaking amazing.. PLUS she didn't get transferred last week.. coincidence? i think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I also talked to my mom about a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the deal with me. If you are a constant "stephbloggerreader" then you should know that i am very indecisive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to talk to my amazing bishop on Sunday. He set up my papers online so now all i have to do is fill them out. I could start my mission papers TODAY if i wanted to. So i think what i'll basically do is start them and see how i feel. Because if Heavenly Father knows there is someone i could decide to date and marry and he isn't far, then he'll interfere, and if not then a mission is what's in his plan. It feels like i'm trying to trick heavenly father into giving me an answer when i should really just make the stupid decision. Its not stupid its a great decision, its just a big one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~There is a new religion professor here at BYU Hawaii teaching Eternal Marriage. His name is Doug Brinley and he's my 2nd cousin (my dad's first cousin). My roommate Ali is taking his class so I went with her to say hi to him. he gave me a big hug and told me i look like a Holm and he could spot me a mile away. He said "i haven't seen you since you were this high". My heart jumped haha I ache for that kind of family while i'm here in Hawaii. I'm so happy he's here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~My 3 callings in my ward (choir director, enrichment committee chair, rs pianist) are going splendidly. I had the first 2 choir practices this week and i had a pretty good turn out.. about 6 or 7 people haha. We're going to sing The Olive Tree in a couple Sundays and i have to pick out a good song for the Musical fireside in a couple months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I collect the "willow tree" figurine things. The first one i got was in Nauvoo and it was the "hold dear to the promise of love" one. I went to the mall the other day to see Easy A with my family (holy crap guys this is the funniest movie ever!! "Ooh you sharpen that pencil.. oh is it sharp? is it sharp?" lol so good) and while we were wasting time i bought another one. I have a ton at home, but this is the first and only one i have here in Hawaii. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one's called "Surrounded By Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKQDxOzTfI/AAAAAAAABNg/5Xj57JDQtY0/s1600/Photo+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKQDxOzTfI/AAAAAAAABNg/5Xj57JDQtY0/s320/Photo+337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522134487539076594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(do you like the headband? I was getting ready this morning and 2 of my guy friends were here and they told me i looked good.... so i wore it and i've been getting compliments all day haha but i still don't know if i like it)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************************     Meet: BETTY       *************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought her a week ago in Kaneohe. She is my baby and I love her oh so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzQm8CBI/AAAAAAAABNo/L1tmZVxnM-E/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139701462173714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's white, and has tan leather interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'97 Nissan Maxima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0Zef4TI/AAAAAAAABOI/nyLqOcK29nw/s1600/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0Zef4TI/AAAAAAAABOI/nyLqOcK29nw/s320/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139721022562610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tape player, CD player, Radio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even the cigarette lighter works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND she has A/C. oh baby baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0cH1kQI/AAAAAAAABOA/K87j8gZEIqQ/s1600/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0cH1kQI/AAAAAAAABOA/K87j8gZEIqQ/s1600/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKU0cH1kQI/AAAAAAAABOA/K87j8gZEIqQ/s320/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139721732821250" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep those are  Sheep skin front seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like driving whilst sitting on a recliner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my cute little Grandma car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzgOojAI/AAAAAAAABN4/SCpo8WzDSNM/s1600/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzgOojAI/AAAAAAAABN4/SCpo8WzDSNM/s1600/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzgOojAI/AAAAAAAABN4/SCpo8WzDSNM/s320/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139705655200770" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little Orangutan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weston (my best friend from Georgia), his brother Landon &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;won him at the Nickelcade in Provo the day before Weston left on his mission =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzvVZcSI/AAAAAAAABNw/RbqtYdINPfQ/s1600/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKUzvVZcSI/AAAAAAAABNw/RbqtYdINPfQ/s320/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139709710102818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice roomy leather back seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has broken down on me once or twice and i'm working on getting that fixed. all she does is lose some kind of connection, its an electrical problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i'll be driving, she'll kind of sputter and then turn off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but she continues to coast always so i can get her off the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she's still safe and i still love her with her little temper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's a good day and i hope all of you guys are having a good one as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-8925507069321655866?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8925507069321655866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8925507069321655866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8925507069321655866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8925507069321655866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-got-some-yellow-liquid-for-your.html' title='I&apos;ve got some yellow liquid for your popcorn....'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TKKQDxOzTfI/AAAAAAAABNg/5Xj57JDQtY0/s72-c/Photo+337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-174807507101599114</id><published>2010-09-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:02:33.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty &amp; the {good} stuff</title><content type='html'>Beauty = no classes on Mondays for 4 months&lt;div&gt;Beauty = feeling great about my job and co-workers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = a weekend of fantastically fun adventures with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = a picnic in my bedroom under the fan because Hawaii is hot today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = watching bits and pieces of You've Got Mail (my favorite) all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep the joy continuous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = Kaneohe to test drive cars and buy one today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = 5 activities involving my ward this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = having 3 callings and loving all of them equally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = friends i can trust and talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = amazing new roommates who will probs become my best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty = a new look on life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love the Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so stoked for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I also am thinking about maybe next year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if i don't serve a mission... ps i'm a little iffy about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to put my life on hold and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move to New York for the Fall just for kicks and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. I'm off to get the baby i've always wanted!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures to come soon =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-174807507101599114?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/174807507101599114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=174807507101599114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/174807507101599114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/174807507101599114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/beauty-good-stuff.html' title='Beauty &amp; the {good} stuff'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-5664172136008377933</id><published>2010-09-16T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:42:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and {so} it begins... again...</title><content type='html'>FALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Religion&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARtY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule got all messed up my first day yesterday&lt;br /&gt;so that was stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much had to re-make the whole thing. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;And so now i'm taking random classes&lt;br /&gt;and the only classes i really need are English &amp;amp; History&lt;br /&gt;but the others will be WAY fun anyways =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i have a job now.. this is the first time i've worked&lt;br /&gt;and taken a full semester of classes. ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous, but i think i'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. we got 2 new roommates in our house.&lt;br /&gt;they seem pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting a scooter so that i can make it to my 7:30 class&lt;br /&gt;or my 7Am shifts in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little distant and lonely right now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really off... i've got a few options that will be pretty life changing&lt;br /&gt;floating around in my head right now..&lt;br /&gt;but it's not that really... i dont know what it is... i'm just lonely.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really want to date.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm making a bunch of new friends and i'm happy&lt;br /&gt;but you can be happy and lonely at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i am.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how the semester goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-5664172136008377933?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5664172136008377933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=5664172136008377933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5664172136008377933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/5664172136008377933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-it-begins-again.html' title='and {so} it begins... again...'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1865644202557879466</id><published>2010-09-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:35:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Trip {Home}</title><content type='html'>On Monday, August 30, my mom told me i was flying home.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to have my parents visit me,&lt;br /&gt;or go see my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;so my momma decided for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Sept 1st I flew home around 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Mom picked me up around 9AM&lt;br /&gt;Miracle Mile Mall on the strip in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;TONS of birthday shopping with my mom =THE BEST DAY EVER =)&lt;br /&gt;my mom is amazing. and i love her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night i hung out with Jazmin!! got to hear all about&lt;br /&gt;her amazing summer as an EFY counselor =)&lt;br /&gt;Alex met up with us and we saw Knight &amp;amp; Day&lt;br /&gt;Then got some bad news during the movie and left&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I stayed up talking&lt;br /&gt;a nice little catch up&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed we've only been friends a few months =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning:&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY BUS to SLC&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the hotel we used to stay in when i was little in Murray.&lt;br /&gt;The indoor pool is exactly the same, the lobby is the same,&lt;br /&gt;same old elevator, same parking lot,&lt;br /&gt;same Dell Taco across the street&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's changed is the name of the hotel, like 6 times haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up my sister Melissa and saw Jef,&lt;br /&gt;we ate at Dell Taco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and went to Hogle Zoo&lt;br /&gt;It was basically me, and the married's with their children.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my single sibs!!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids were crazy the whole time&lt;br /&gt;we almost lost Marcus&lt;br /&gt;And i was ornery pretty much the whole trip haha&lt;br /&gt;but the monkeys were my favorite part =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Gateway to let the kids play on the splashpad&lt;br /&gt;and dinner at Applebee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to church at my g-ma's ward&lt;br /&gt;same old building my mom went to when she was growing up (crazy!!)&lt;br /&gt;got to play with baby Jett in the hallway haha&lt;br /&gt;but i missed my mom's and grandma's testimonies =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church my Grandma tried to introduce me to this kid in her ward&lt;br /&gt;he just got home from a mission&lt;br /&gt;so we go up to meet him, and it was SUPER awkward.&lt;br /&gt;He like did NOT stop smiling and looking at my grandma the whole time&lt;br /&gt;and she kept having to think of stuff to say&lt;br /&gt;so i was just like "nice to meet you.... yeah you just got home...&lt;br /&gt;how was it....." he invited me to stay for the single's ward&lt;br /&gt;i said we were leaving haha.... awkwardness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove the family bus up to this random&lt;br /&gt;dog show in Heber&lt;br /&gt;long drive, didn't even get to see them cause it was $12 a person!!! lame!!!&lt;br /&gt;but we went to the Alpine Slide!! that was SO FUN i loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner at a really really good Indian Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;=the best curry i've ever had&lt;br /&gt;(Even better than Haleiwa Eats... and thats a big deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: I think i'm addicted to Barq's RB haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;LAGOON&lt;br /&gt;SOO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;i took my nephew on a ton of fun rides&lt;br /&gt;and got to see all my nephews and niece ride the fun rides&lt;br /&gt;My brother Steve and I went on the Catapult thing&lt;br /&gt;where they put you in this little steal ball&lt;br /&gt;and there's poles like WAY WAY high up on either side&lt;br /&gt;and the bungee cords are connected to the ball&lt;br /&gt;and they spring you from the ground soo high&lt;br /&gt;it was CRAZY but so fun&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe i actually did it... i was like "What am i doing?!?!" the whole time haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we dropped of My sweet sister Melissa and Baby June&lt;br /&gt;and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;I got to drive the family bus for 3 hours haha awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week i hung out a lot with&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Alex Gubler&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my cousins&lt;br /&gt;Candace Wood &amp;amp; David Colegrove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with my parents,&lt;br /&gt;got to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;brought home fake tattoos, silly bands, and an inflatable pool for the ocean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty bummed that i don't get to stay home for fall.&lt;br /&gt;i love fall so much and miss the weather.&lt;br /&gt;just seeing all the fall decorations and candy corn&lt;br /&gt;bummed me out a little&lt;br /&gt;and getting to spend thanksgiving with my parents&lt;br /&gt;and not getting to be there when Melissa has her baby =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bummed.&lt;br /&gt;but the trip home was so random but SO amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;i love my family and STG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-1865644202557879466?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1865644202557879466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1865644202557879466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1865644202557879466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1865644202557879466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-trip-home.html' title='Birthday Trip {Home}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8975021544929817674</id><published>2010-09-04T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:12:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to {Remember} me by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(this is a note that i wrote my freshman year during Winter Semester at BYUH. I love it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to “NOTES” under tabs on your "PROFILE" page (you may have to add the tab by clicking on the + sign), click on "Compose New Messsage" and paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely hate facebook, it still baffles me that i get on it everyday. I think it's a stalker's network.. and i'll admit i feel like a stalker every time i get on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish all of my old friends new how much i missed them, and i feel self conscious every time i tell them. i dont think i could ever express to them how grateful i am to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My absolute favorite thing to do is watch a disney movie with a boy, because either conversations of our childhood or our dreams will come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i feel like no guy will ever make me feel as loved as my dad does, even though we argue 50% of the time. And i've come to realize it's only because we're so much alike.. and i love that about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the Rocket Summer, the starting line and old punk bands.. but Celine Dion beats out anyone and everyone i've ever listened to. Because my mom, my sisters and i used to listen to her and sing along when we were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My sister just had a baby, my first niece, i get to hold her in 27 days and i can NOT wait. I don't think i'll ever give her back once i get her. My nephews are the best thing in the world, i can't wait to meet you little junebug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am turning more and more into my mom every day. And I hope it continues. She's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think that every girl has a lot of amazing qualities, and that guys don't realize how lucky they are to know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't feel like an awkward person, but i think i can easily make people feel uncomfortable, and i always try really hard to make it more comfortable, and the harder i try, the more awkward it becomes. and i absolutely hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I look up to my brother Steve and his wife Jaime's marriage, it's like a real life fairy tale. They are both such amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I look up to each of my siblings, because all of them are the people i want to be, and i feel so lucky every time i'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't like writing missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I took a marriage class last semester, some people thought i was weird, but it will probably be the best class i've ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I LOVE Friends (the t.v. show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love clothes, and shopping, but recently i have been really good at not spending my money and that has surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love country songs. i like to listen to it while i get ready in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I want to do so many different things in hawaii... but just being by the ocean, and having the ability to go there every day would be reason enough to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. the ocean scares the heck out of me. (i know i just contradicted myself ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My dad and i used to play hide and go seek and come to court when i was little, and to this day i still hate when people jump out and scare me like my dad used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i think my sister melissa is perfect, literally. and i think when julie and jef are together, they are the funniest people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I fall for my guy friends pretty easily, and its usually hard to find a reason not to like them anymore. and hardly ever, mostly never do i tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I wish i were more girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I think i am only truly happy when i can be myself and embrace it.. being in an english class gives me the best feelings i've ever felt in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am a neat freak. i like to be very organized so that i know where everything is. My mom used to call me the "walking tornado" and i know her constant nagging changed me.. so thanks mom, its one of my favorite qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.I never crawled when i was little, i scooted across the floor. my mom said i looked like uruslla from the little mermaid. and i'm left handed.. something was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-8975021544929817674?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8975021544929817674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8975021544929817674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8975021544929817674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8975021544929817674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-to-remember-me-by_04.html' title='Something to {Remember} me by'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1551441541814027482</id><published>2010-09-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:10:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty {One}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been 21 now for 4 days!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first half hour of my 21st year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took advantage of the time i had, and pondered on my 20th year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned SO much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gained/lost so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i grew a ton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's to you year 20, thanks for the memories =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;year 21... let's see what we can do buddy!!&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;{My Birthday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are the best. i'll just put it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were planning this HUGE weekend for my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Monday morning comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my mom decides to fly me home for 1.5 weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so their plans were ruined (well not really... im actually pretty sure they're carrying them through right now without me, but its cool.. its not their fault im not there haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on my actual birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the clock struck 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bree, Ethan, Erin and I drove to foodland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i brought a candle and a lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we bought cupcakes (with Star Trek rings on them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i put my candle in, lit it, and made a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i'm going to make it a tradition that i always do this at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm always going to either buy or bake myself a cupcake every year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to remember how much i do and should love me haha =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we were up pretty late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to bed around 3? bree recorded a pretty embarrassing video of what happens to Stephanie when she's tired. (oh goodness... haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went to bed, got up a few hours later to get a drink of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends were still up, and they had put up a WAY cute HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign on our kitchen wall. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up the next day around 6:50,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bree and I drove Crystal to the dentist and went to breakfast in Kaneohe at IHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French Toast Slam oh baby baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and napped til 12:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Sunset (my favorite beach) with Erika, Bree, and Ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laid out on the ocean and played for 4 hours, it was SO fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my really good friend Garrett called me from Georgia!!! I love and miss him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i used to each lunch with him every day my senior year, but we haven't even talked since graduation.. crazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night we watched all the Friends "The one with all the birthdays"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we planned to go to dinner around 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't get to Haleiwa til 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haleiwa Eats is CLOSED on Tuesdays (so sad!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to Cholos Mexican for my birthday dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa, Ethan, Erika, Erin, Bree, and Bryan came with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we watched one of my favorite movies Runaway Bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin and Bree made me a cute cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i made yet another birthday wish and blew out my candles =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best. Day. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(mainly because i got to spend it with the people i love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN i flew home Thursday morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went shopping for a few hours with mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bought TONS of cute things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was seriously the best day ever haha i got to shop with my mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just me and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and buy tons of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 21st to me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TIMmHmjXUxI/AAAAAAAABNY/c0oSIEIJ8nk/s1600/47505_1482557155766_1588969982_31129081_2964193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're making the treats for FHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made the decision to go home for my birthday (well... my mom did mostly haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to go on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to make someone happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i had a boyfriend/fiance/someone to love me that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to clean my room, but i don't think i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i felt like i had any of my best friends as friends anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because none of them feel like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. because tomorrow is my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my&lt;b&gt; biggest birthday wish&lt;/b&gt; is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Jazmin, Danny, and Erin back the way they were in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=( i feel like 3 huge parts of me have died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THx_MFQudlI/AAAAAAAABLY/Xo-NpIP17Ss/s320/45753_1471225632485_1588969982_31101123_751284_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511419889542133330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;is still a good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and I Love My Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy August 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peace out Year 20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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title='Today.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THx_MFQudlI/AAAAAAAABLY/Xo-NpIP17Ss/s72-c/45753_1471225632485_1588969982_31101123_751284_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-1059375006848091975</id><published>2010-08-29T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:40:33.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . nobody knows where they might end up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today i had a lot of meetings after church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have 3 callings, and Sundays get SUPER busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus visiting teaching and home teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was walking home afterwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda realized where i'm at today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be married,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could be pregnant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could be making dinner for someone every night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i could be part of a team,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tons of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i live in hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have the option now of going on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i NEVER thought i would be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest i thought i would be married by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't know how i feel now that i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i first think about it it makes me sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would love to be married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the single life is still here, and i'm taking full advantage of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its getting easier to see people that are married and happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after, what we'll call "the break up", it was hard let's be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its easier, and i'm totally accepting where i'm at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and loving life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(but you read my blog... and you already know that =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I called my mom and my sister today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom asked what i was doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said "watching a show that you think is the devil"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"are you watching greys anatomy??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them so much haha she knew exactly what i was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you want me to tell you why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they called me a few minutes after i hung up the phone and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"steph, if you could do anything for your birthday, what would you do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to think for a minute and said "probably go to europe or something. . . why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't mean that extravagant haha they meant fly home for the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love them haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm still trying to decide if i want to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home is such a different place now for a lot of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few are bittersweet and make me really reluctant still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i would love to see my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was also really really excited for my parents to come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because then i could show them what i've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the longer i've been in Hawaii, the more i really enjoy being here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost hard to go home because i get torn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so idk idk idk what to do. (indecisiveness, i'm sure you're not surprised ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-1059375006848091975?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1059375006848091975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=1059375006848091975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1059375006848091975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/1059375006848091975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/nobody-knows-where-they-might-end-up.html' title='. . . nobody knows where they might end up'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7993435279965584058</id><published>2010-08-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:30:02.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . &amp; all it's beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am infatuated with Eat Pray Love.&lt;div&gt;It may not relate to others as it has to me.&lt;div&gt;So the things that i have been going through may seem small and meager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not of great worth to those on the outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you could only catch a small glimpse of how much growth and beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love and peace and trial and challenge and thunderstorms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have passed through me in just a small moment of my life. .. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd be infatuated too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about eat pray love is that i related so much to it when i first started to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There comes a point where you have to accept that things aren't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they weren't working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i couldn't accept them for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but reading eat pray love helped me to see that i h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ave to find my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to find my strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i turn 21 on tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the storms of trials that have raged through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have tested and strengthened and roared past me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am still standing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have needed every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am refined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever you go, no matter what you do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to accept things as they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and learn from things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and change yourself, to ever be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THiQlfIceUI/AAAAAAAABLI/_otGpj8Pm00/s320/41128_1322401136121_1113601314_31561890_871999_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510313117774281026" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6060051009230879540-7993435279965584058?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7993435279965584058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=7993435279965584058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7993435279965584058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7993435279965584058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-its-beauty.html' title='. . . &amp; all it&apos;s beauty'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THiQlfIceUI/AAAAAAAABLI/_otGpj8Pm00/s72-c/41128_1322401136121_1113601314_31561890_871999_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-2778058179653463232</id><published>2010-08-23T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:12:21.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Made.. but you have to read to the end to find out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past week was EPIC.&lt;div&gt;I feel like a true college student now than i ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've stayed up past at least 1 every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and woken up early to do more crazy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched tons of movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuddled with some boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had bonfires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snuck into resorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out to eat every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THNTyePNVmI/AAAAAAAABK4/fBdvuiBLM0A/s320/45069_1468264398456_1588969982_31092203_2635931_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508838895779665506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and had tons of people over almost every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and am reminded every single day of how much i love my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously will be driving, talking, eating, anything with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it will hit me, and i just have to say it out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i love you guys. i'm so glad we have each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;, i don't know what i would do without you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's true. my friends are my sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all must have met in the pre-existence and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be roommates and best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do TONS of fun things together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THNTyNKxspI/AAAAAAAABKw/onkTPW80iUM/s320/41337_1471222992419_1588969982_31101103_3193956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508838891197674130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like get pedicures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat out almost every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hang out together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and know each other more than anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am convinced that they really do know me more than anyone i've ever known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph likes to cuddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a really touchy person. And cuddling just helps my days and makes me feel elated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i fit perfectly into some not-well-known arms of a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm happy about it, so sue me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day i've felt this freedom of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm infinite, and I'm happy, and I'm selfish, and I'm giving, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm helpful, and I'm clean and I'm just peachy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DECISION MADE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's going to serve a mission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THNTy_dxkyI/AAAAAAAABLA/E7cbbRyfUBE/s320/45460_1468265558485_1588969982_31092216_1294109_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508838904699130658" /&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/6060051009230879540-2778058179653463232?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2778058179653463232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=2778058179653463232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2778058179653463232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2778058179653463232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/decision-made-but-you-have-to-read-to.html' title='Decision Made.. but you have to read to the end to find out.'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/THNTyePNVmI/AAAAAAAABK4/fBdvuiBLM0A/s72-c/45069_1468264398456_1588969982_31092203_2635931_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3319955537456533477</id><published>2010-08-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:52:51.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Posties for Slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I decided since I hardly post, that I'll post a few times every time i do haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyways. . . here's a confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is MY blog. So i am going to just express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope you don't judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So yes, if you're wondering, i have been holding on to past feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's taken me a while to get over stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's helped me to see Faith in myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know that it happened for a reason, and I know that my life will be strengthened from the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but today, i looked at some pictures that a few weeks ago would have made me bawl like a baby again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but today was different, today i saw it. What i've been waiting to see and denying that i ever would see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's just not going to work out the way i wanted it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and you know what? Its ok with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I really do see what i want, and things could have worked out differently, but there are no regrets. I'm grateful for the person that i have become because of these struggles and challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So for today, i just want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My heart broke. it shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My life was up-side down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the first place i was scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and its funny because what i was scared of actually happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and i am a completely different person now because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So i am so incredibly grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I don't have any hard feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am so thankful that I got to have the opportunity to be in a relationship with someone so awesome and wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And the time has definitely come slowly but surely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;where i can say. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;thanks for all you did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I still wish more than anything to have my best friend back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But he's different now too, and i can't blame him or wish it any different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But i do want to say, i loved you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;thanks for meaning the world to me in a small moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And thanks for helping me let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You're doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. . . anyways now i'll just share a few things. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the songs i've posted with this are some songs that helped me so much through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;its been months now, and i still can feel the pangs of hurt in my heart sometimes, but today is a different day and i want it to be. I really do want to let go. i really do want to be a better person for someone. I really do want him to be happy. and i really do love myself for being so strong. And i love my heavenly father for helping me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So here's to you, Danny Baer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnQPhVEt2ek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnQPhVEt2ek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6060051009230879540-3319955537456533477?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/3319955537456533477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=3319955537456533477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3319955537456533477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3319955537456533477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/double-posties-for-slacking.html' title='Double Posties for Slacking'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4926829083887423381</id><published>2010-08-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:53:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ</title><content type='html'>The ABC's of my happy day/life&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A is for applesauce as an after-school snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B is for Bree &amp;amp; Becca &amp;amp; Brian some of my favorite people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C is for the Cage where i work, i worked all by myself for 3 hours today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i had to close the cage for a few minutes to put the basketball hoops in the CAC down, and when i got back there were over 20 people waiting in the hallway for me... busy busy job sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C is also for Cuddling. . . =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D is for Dancing (the salsa hula is my specialty) and Devotionals at BYUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E is for Erin. she is my BFF fo eva eva eva eva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F is for Fun at the Firesides and Friends because i'm still obsessed with the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G is for Grey's Anatomy. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H is for Holm and i love my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom called me a true holm today because i said "it weren't me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of my polygamist cousins talk like that. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I is for me. I am selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J is for Jerusalem. i am looking into doing a semester there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K is for Kollege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L is for my momma Lisa, the bestest momma in the world. and my YW leader Lisa in Georgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(shout out!! LISA FARREN IS THE GREATEST!! Thanks for reading my blog! i miss you!! thanks for all your awesome advice today =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M is for Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N is for No holding hands with freshman. Too late. Whoopsidaisies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O is for oh no... everyone wants me to go on a mission. and the Ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P is for passionate yelling because of eventful events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q is for Queen of Sheeba, my fishy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R is for Religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S is for Snoopy Bree's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T is for Talks until 6am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U is for underwater pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V is for Very Voluptuous Desserts (look up Voluptuous on Urban Dictionary {dot} com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W is for Wet, Wild, and Wacky adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X is for xerox machines! yay for making copies for my music because i'm the ward choir director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y is for Youthful Yumminess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z is for catching no Zzzz's and Zoolander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUZZAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6060051009230879540-4926829083887423381?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4926829083887423381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=4926829083887423381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4926829083887423381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4926829083887423381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-2189886605183131108</id><published>2010-08-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:55:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Journal 8/15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TGincgQ7tfI/AAAAAAAABKY/YddBAWfsRdI/s1600/40801_1462611897147_1588969982_31076847_5363039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TGincgQ7tfI/AAAAAAAABKY/YddBAWfsRdI/s320/40801_1462611897147_1588969982_31076847_5363039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505834652599563762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm still really really happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's not like "i hope you're as happy as you're pretending"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like the true happiness you feel when you know you're right where you're supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been stressing a lot about whether i should go on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i realized that I've been through this before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've worried and worried and gone through with things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without feeling that peace of mind and heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, it's not right. But I'm still considering it for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've also realized that the happiness I feel finally doesn't have anything to do with where I am, or who I'm with (well... not necessarily). It has to do with how i feel about myself, and how i feel about my life and where it's going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where it's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy because it's going wherever Heavenly Father wants it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all I need to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith is knowing the Sun will rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lighting each new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith is knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Lord will hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my prayers each time I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-2189886605183131108?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2189886605183131108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=2189886605183131108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2189886605183131108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/2189886605183131108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-journal-815.html' title='Sunday Journal 8/15'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TGincgQ7tfI/AAAAAAAABKY/YddBAWfsRdI/s72-c/40801_1462611897147_1588969982_31076847_5363039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-691073198319989006</id><published>2010-08-15T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:41:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Situation.</title><content type='html'>Alright so here's the dealio.&lt;div&gt;Why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't guys just man up and talk to girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a few guy friends these past couple weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ALL of them (and some of the girls I know) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are going through the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MISCOMMUNICATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish people realized that communication is key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that out of respect for others feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling someone how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that things are over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that they need to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the right move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know guys think that girls will just get the hint,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but some of us hold onto false hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just saying it's over is nice and good and respectful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you not know that by now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in college right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not elementary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we please just grow a pair?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That'd be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off Season is what I'm on. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and selfishness is what I need right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't like someone, just TELL them. just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get some closure, man up, and then yeah it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fingers crossed for all of my sweet girlfriends out there going through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-691073198319989006?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/691073198319989006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there have been 2 happenings this week that have reminded me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the failure of my attempts to help others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i'm still trying, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've gotten 3, i'll repeat it. . . THREE letters from my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is amazing. and i miss him terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Everyone is asking me if i'm going to serve a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big part is because i spoke in sacrament meeting about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preparing to serve a mission on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some good alone time at the temple last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to figure out my thoughts and find that... indeed... it is a big possibility in the near future. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This morning i get a text from one of my first-ever BYUH friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She goes "OMG!! I'm at the Joseph Smith farm in NY and your sister is giving my family the tour!! she says hii!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this morning, for about 2.5 hours, i got to talk to my sister, through one of my good BYUH friends =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she even called me a brat like she always does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how i miss my big sissy juju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*There's a new Mexican Restaurant in the town next to Laie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is a Cafe Rio knock-off and it's DE-licious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haleiwa Eats + Surfin' Tacos = Stef 100% fat and happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I LOVE my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously for realsies couldn't imagine my life without them right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be nothing without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the cheese to my macaroni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br 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Steph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i've ever really seen anyone as famous as he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you don't think you'd get all excited about it and freak out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you're standing right there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he reaches and grabs your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks you in the eyes and says "hello".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the crowd wants to do (and the crazy pregger girl next to you) is hold those hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and look into those eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i sound crazy... but it was a crazy sweet experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i would do it again any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-7838865988365771021?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3068721656062598025</id><published>2010-08-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:09:05.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Good Mornin'}</title><content type='html'>I had the best morning ever.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a call from my sister Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she said "bye love ya!"&lt;br /&gt;she handed the phone to June&lt;br /&gt;and said "say french fry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sweet little one year old yells&lt;br /&gt;"FWENCH FWY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best. morning. ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-3068721656062598025?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7479774738969403047</id><published>2010-08-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:07:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Selfish}</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a little book entitled&lt;br /&gt;"An Honors Journal of Thoughts &amp;amp; Ideas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the poems (i think its a poem?)&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of a conversation i had with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with her over the Summer&lt;br /&gt;about my life and how i don't know where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;and that i'll never get married. . .&lt;br /&gt;we went to the pool&lt;br /&gt;and i laid in the sun for an hour&lt;br /&gt;while she had to play with baby June and make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the Poem or whatever is may be.&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me happy about my life&lt;br /&gt;(keep in mind though. . . i don't have a boyfriend. .&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not close to marriage. . .but the same kind of freedom applies to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Am Selfish&lt;br /&gt;By Michelle Bautista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being selfish. When&lt;br /&gt;people ask me why I am&lt;br /&gt;not yet married to my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend of more than&lt;br /&gt;four years, I say that I like&lt;br /&gt;being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being selfish with&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend's attention. I&lt;br /&gt;am 23-years-old--an age, I&lt;br /&gt;think, that should be spent&lt;br /&gt;enjoying spontaneity and&lt;br /&gt;surprises. Just tonight my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend came up to see&lt;br /&gt;me because he felt like it; I&lt;br /&gt;like that. Both of us bailed&lt;br /&gt;out on paperwork and&lt;br /&gt;priorities for a good five&lt;br /&gt;hours to enjoy the simple&lt;br /&gt;pleasure of each other's&lt;br /&gt;company. I like choosing&lt;br /&gt;lesser priorities over&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities every once&lt;br /&gt;in a while, and I&lt;br /&gt;understand that I cannot&lt;br /&gt;be so clumsy when I am&lt;br /&gt;married.&lt;br /&gt;If we get married too soon, I am&lt;br /&gt;afraid we will spend too&lt;br /&gt;much time with each other&lt;br /&gt;and, eventually, we will use&lt;br /&gt;up all our magic -- either&lt;br /&gt;on being with each other&lt;br /&gt;too much or spending all&lt;br /&gt;our energy on a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being selfish with my&lt;br /&gt;body. I still very much&lt;br /&gt;enjoy being my mother's&lt;br /&gt;child, and I like to watch&lt;br /&gt;home videos with my&lt;br /&gt;family or cartoons with my&lt;br /&gt;brothers. I am not ready to&lt;br /&gt;light up vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;around my belly and put&lt;br /&gt;up advertisements for&lt;br /&gt;nine-month leases. I am&lt;br /&gt;not ready to gain weight&lt;br /&gt;for "good reasons." I like&lt;br /&gt;going to the gym and&lt;br /&gt;doing routine work-outs&lt;br /&gt;that I think are correct,&lt;br /&gt;and I enjoy not having to&lt;br /&gt;find someone that knows&lt;br /&gt;more about work-outs for&lt;br /&gt;expectant mothers. I like&lt;br /&gt;running around the&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood on weekend&lt;br /&gt;mornings with my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and not having&lt;br /&gt;to push around a tag-along&lt;br /&gt;stroller with us, with fancy&lt;br /&gt;shades and plastic flags. I&lt;br /&gt;like being in control of my&lt;br /&gt;body and sympathize with&lt;br /&gt;pregnant cousins that have&lt;br /&gt;no control over their&lt;br /&gt;constant gag reflexes,&lt;br /&gt;nausea, hunger pains, and&lt;br /&gt;other unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;biological side effects. I&lt;br /&gt;also do not like cravings; I&lt;br /&gt;want to enjoy the food&lt;br /&gt;that I have in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;instead of having to go to&lt;br /&gt;the grocery store at&lt;br /&gt;unusual hours for&lt;br /&gt;something very specific&lt;br /&gt;and, most likely, out of&lt;br /&gt;season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being selfish with my&lt;br /&gt;money. My mother always&lt;br /&gt;complains to me about&lt;br /&gt;being home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;because the last thing I&lt;br /&gt;want to do is use my own&lt;br /&gt;money to buy my things.&lt;br /&gt;What more? If i have my&lt;br /&gt;own child to spend money&lt;br /&gt;on? I do not want to make&lt;br /&gt;grocery lists that include&lt;br /&gt;expensive diapers,&lt;br /&gt;expensive formula,&lt;br /&gt;expensive baby food, then&lt;br /&gt;turn the list around&lt;br /&gt;and find a list of expensive&lt;br /&gt;textbooks for school.&lt;br /&gt;Although I beg my mother&lt;br /&gt;to take care of my school&lt;br /&gt;clothes, i pride myself in&lt;br /&gt;not asking a penny from&lt;br /&gt;my parents in regards to&lt;br /&gt;tuition and boarding fees.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my boyfriend's&lt;br /&gt;money has slowly become&lt;br /&gt; my money; marital fees&lt;br /&gt;and its subunits are not so&lt;br /&gt;generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being selfish with my&lt;br /&gt;time. I like being able to&lt;br /&gt;go out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;whenever i want and not&lt;br /&gt;have to worry about&lt;br /&gt;making dinner for my&lt;br /&gt;husband or finding a baby-&lt;br /&gt;sitter for my child. I like&lt;br /&gt;choosing classes that are in&lt;br /&gt;accordance to my own&lt;br /&gt;convenience and not to&lt;br /&gt;that of my husband&lt;br /&gt;and/or child. I came back&lt;br /&gt;to my dorm past midnight&lt;br /&gt;tonight, because i was out&lt;br /&gt;with friends, and did not&lt;br /&gt;mind staying up late to do&lt;br /&gt;this paper because I have&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to worry&lt;br /&gt;about but myself. I do not&lt;br /&gt;mind pulling all-nighters&lt;br /&gt;that are for the sole&lt;br /&gt;purpose of homework and&lt;br /&gt;studying, and do not have&lt;br /&gt;the unfortunate side&lt;br /&gt;effects of being obliged to&lt;br /&gt;do laundry, the dishes, and&lt;br /&gt;taking care of a baby that&lt;br /&gt;finds difficulty in falling&lt;br /&gt;asleep. I will go to the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait in this line as&lt;br /&gt;long as i want. this is my&lt;br /&gt;favorite show and i am&lt;br /&gt;going to enjoy it. My&lt;br /&gt;schedule is my schedule&lt;br /&gt;and no one else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, my&lt;br /&gt;mother and I had a&lt;br /&gt;conversation about our&lt;br /&gt;problems- hers never-&lt;br /&gt;ending, and mine trivial. I&lt;br /&gt;am "lucky," She told me;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to worry about is&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(besides the money&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i think i'd love to be a mom. . .&lt;br /&gt;selfishness is awesome right now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-7479774738969403047?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7479774738969403047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=7479774738969403047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7479774738969403047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/7479774738969403047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/selfish.html' title='{Selfish}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-6646671853671162962</id><published>2010-08-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:42:55.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Calm} in a world of chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The men in my life&lt;br /&gt;who will never break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAlMBZgoI/AAAAAAAABKI/MhRBAANryS8/s1600/n1098589404_30214984_6421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAfbWPbmI/AAAAAAAABJo/TMhlS4wZ3uQ/s320/18757_1227816213622_1175553326_30575333_370580_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780803447647842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAfHpX5FI/AAAAAAAABJg/rfBTS_pFapM/s1600/4614_1176404251411_1267253862_30498377_196231_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAfHpX5FI/AAAAAAAABJg/rfBTS_pFapM/s320/4614_1176404251411_1267253862_30498377_196231_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780798159184978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAeualptI/AAAAAAAABJY/MC34NV3lkb4/s1600/3074_1074199493300_1175553326_30196814_2680875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAeualptI/AAAAAAAABJY/MC34NV3lkb4/s320/3074_1074199493300_1175553326_30196814_2680875_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501780791386285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; miss these guys so much&lt;br /&gt;and love them with all of my heart =)&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/6060051009230879540-6646671853671162962?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6646671853671162962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=6646671853671162962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6646671853671162962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/6646671853671162962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/calm-in-world-of-chaos.html' title='{Calm} in a world of chaos'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/TFpAlMBZgoI/AAAAAAAABKI/MhRBAANryS8/s72-c/n1098589404_30214984_6421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-8682707124259484202</id><published>2010-08-02T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:35:10.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Stardust}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I'm at work right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I am covering 5 shifts for a girl this week and next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;And i am being brave and brought my computer. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;the reason why i use the word "brave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;is because i hate sitting on a computer all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;well not just hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;i LOATHE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I hate how much time goes, and it is all wasted and i feel all lazy and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Facebook is the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;No really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I feel guilty when i get on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;because i feel like i'm spying on people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;who don't want me to know about their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;(obviously they do because we are friends...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;i think it also has to do with jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;and being far away from people that i can't hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;There might come a day soon enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;where i won't hate it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;but for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;i loathe my computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;and am trying to get over it haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;On a Happy Note =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I had a wonderful Sunday dinner and sunday movie night with a bunch of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;We watched Stardust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I've never seen it (i fell asleep when i tried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;but i was missing out because this is by far the best quote about love that i have ever heard. =) judge me if you will... But i am a hopeless romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I should tell you that you were my first love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6060051009230879540-8682707124259484202?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8682707124259484202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=8682707124259484202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8682707124259484202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/8682707124259484202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/stardust.html' title='{Stardust}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-3760621403500394587</id><published>2010-08-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:12:05.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just for Fun}</title><content type='html'>Some things i know about myself now. . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I get attached to people and things. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;like an old cell phone. . .or an ex boyfriend and memories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I hate being alone. watching a movie, reading a book, listening to music. . . i always love having my friends beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~my favorite thing in the world over the summer was to play the piano on my mom's beautiful grand piano. . . and to make it better. . . my parents would walk by every once in a while (i'd literally play for at least an hour almost every day for 6 weeks) and they'd say "we're so proud of you." "it sounds great!" "i love it steph" "Beautiful". and then i try to act like it won't affect my playing.. only to lose track of where i was haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I love singing. I drove around a lot in st george just to sing. Michael Buble's cd 'Crazy Love' and the Anastasia soundtrack were always my best friends in the Mustang haha. If i could, i would sing instead of talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I want to to these 3 things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to culinary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to massage school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; go to hair school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is funny because here i am, trying to get a bachelor's degree. . . and i am still trying to decide on a major. (social work? english? english education?. . . who knows. . . i'll be in school forever at this point.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I am VERY indecisive. I couldn't even decide on a pet fish to get when they all looked the same. I can't decide my grocery list, what color to paint my nails, my favorite things. . . its no wonder i'm not married and don't have a declared major haha if all these little decisions can't be decided, how am i supposed to make any big ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~You've Got Mail is my new favorite movie though (Runaway Bride was the previous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love how optimistic Meg Ryan's character is. so i can decide that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I read my scriptures and write missionaries when I'm bored. I used to hate writing missionaries because i never knew what to say, but i was missing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a very smart girl in Sunday School today say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you find out who you truly are when you're alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You discover how you act when you are all alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nothing you do is for anyone else but yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that wholeheartedly. It's like dancing in my room when i was in high school, and singing in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone should go and be by themselves for a little bit, and really discover what kind of thoughts come to mind... and what kind of things they desire to do. it might make you really happy to see that you're a better person than you thought you were. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I went to the temple with my friends on Thursday night after hearing some.... shocking things ha... and i realized that i have taken some really good advice and only let myself have one good cry about sad things and then i forget them and move on. I also noticed that night that i have amazing friends who really do love me. And we all deserve amazing husbands and will find them one day =) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~my favorite finger is my left ring finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my favorite toe is my left middle toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060051009230879540-3760621403500394587?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/3760621403500394587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=3760621403500394587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3760621403500394587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/3760621403500394587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-fun.html' title='{Just for Fun}'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-4302801540224390266</id><published>2010-08-01T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:52:11.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Journal</title><content type='html'>I began my fast today with some questions. . . &lt;div&gt;questions about where my life should go from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn 21 this month (yay its my birthday month!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yes. . . i am considering going on a mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been told by a lot of people that they think I'd be a good missionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I would be. And i know that i would love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't lean on my own understanding. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've been praying about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got asked to speak in sacrament meeting next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(on preparing to serve a mission... haha my mom thought that was interesting. . . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i got 2 callings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today was a busy day! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now the Choir Director and the Relief Society Pianist =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all musical =) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if i've said this already, but i'm going to try out for concert choir here at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited just to have the experience, whether i make it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the Lord has a lot of wonderful things in store for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have patience for those blessings. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and am doing what i can now to receive them worthily when they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, i'm happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have direction (school and a fun job, possibly a mission. . . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am learning that life isn't always what you expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short my testimony is that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavenly Father knows who i am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows my desires, and knows how my heart feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and things will work out exactly how they're supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i believe in, trust, and have faith in him and his plan for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my obedience and worthiness is key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sunday &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/6060051009230879540-4302801540224390266?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4302801540224390266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6060051009230879540&amp;postID=4302801540224390266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4302801540224390266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060051009230879540/posts/default/4302801540224390266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-journal.html' title='Sunday Journal'/><author><name>stephefernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619068051064005724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSsDuw6XVA8/SOXf1Ybs0hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lgsUPGMTwM4/S220/CIMG1111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060051009230879540.post-7241296906590121809</id><published>2010-07-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:53:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Cherish}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is the first principle of the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We must go forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God expects you to have enough faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;determination, and trust in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to keep moving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keep living, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and keep rejoicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He expects you not simply to face the future;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He expects you to embrace &amp;amp; shape the future-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to love it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rejoice in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; delight in your opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though my work may be menial, though my contribution may be small, I can perform it with dignity and offer it with unselfishness. My talents may not be great, but I can use them to bless the lives of others. . . The goodness of the world in which we live is the accumulated goodness of many small and seemingly inconsequential acts. -Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night was a good night. A REALLY good night =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Let's just say it involved a guy, the beach, and the beautiful moonlight on the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the only thing I can think of to say about the past 2 weeks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;is that some people just don't know how to handle situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people say things they don't mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I wish I could do a lot of things over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But today is a different day, and i am taking full advantage of the fact that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all those stupid things are in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i'm moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6060051009230879540-7241296906590121809?l=missstephholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missstephholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7241296906590121809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type=
