<?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-308083303343591195</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:59:51.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaylyn's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-5402534619689631255</id><published>2009-12-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:41:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car? Yes, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;New...Car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Used...but it's still new to me :) (I'll post pics soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I bought a 2006 Civic today and it is the best thing I have bought in my adult life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It runs well, drives well, and looks oh so nice! My old car was a '98 Oldsmobile that was started to fall apart and would have cost me more to fix it then what&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;"put down" on an newer car.&amp;nbsp;And now I have a car that I will be able to keep running and I plan to keep it for For-Ev-Er. I love it that much ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-5402534619689631255?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5402534619689631255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/car-yes-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5402534619689631255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5402534619689631255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/car-yes-please.html' title='Car? Yes, Please!'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-5814340052462793049</id><published>2009-12-07T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:28:39.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Changes</title><content type='html'>This last week I've started a new diet, which doesn't restrict anything, but rather makes me aware of what I'm eating. It's been the best change I've probably done. I hope :) Haha I have only done it for four days as of tonight and it's soooo-oo easy! The website is &lt;a href="http://www.calorie-count.com/"&gt;http://www.calorie-count.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it's a free site that you upload info such as your weight, height, age and what you eat for every meal. I just spend about 10 minutes each day (or a few minutes after each meal), and upload my food intake and activity levels. Every once and awhile you upload your weight andthe website tracks everything. It&amp;nbsp;shows you how long it will take to get you to a healthy BMI, the amount of calories you need, etc. My goal is to get to my healthy BMI by June 2010. :) My sister uses the website as well, and she is doing really well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-5814340052462793049?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5814340052462793049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5814340052462793049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5814340052462793049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Changes'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-1206146178710163979</id><published>2009-11-22T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:34:29.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ute Game</title><content type='html'>We Must Protect This House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This last Saturday, I got to go to a Utah Football game with my brother, his girl, her mom, my aunt and my sister. The Utes won, 38 to 7! What a game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swn0Qim5HEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QegdZ5w_D14/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swn0Qim5HEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QegdZ5w_D14/s320/052.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Before I left to meet up with my sister at her house, I found a new Ute sweatshirt by my door. My mom bought me it when I thought she was running errands. And it must have been hadrd for her to buy it because she is an avid BYU fan!! Haha we got a picture before the game with both of us in our new sweatshirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SwnzpS7az4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/T3APQaGHzTE/s1600/momandmeedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SwnzpS7az4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/T3APQaGHzTE/s320/momandmeedited.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(the story behind the picture is funny...I thought she was doing a peace sign...but of course, she was doing "# 1"...she thought it was symbolic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The best part of the day, besides the game, was getting to meet my brother's new girl "friend" (we're unsure if they are dating or not). She is such a sweetheart! She's only a year older than me so it was easy to get along with her. And I love that her and Ty get along so well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swn0dpOjQLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GbDp2-x4nr4/s1600/utes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swn0dpOjQLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GbDp2-x4nr4/s320/utes.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swnz8ICA7eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXbcPb3eIBk/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swnz8ICA7eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NXbcPb3eIBk/s320/042.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-1206146178710163979?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1206146178710163979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ute-game.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1206146178710163979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1206146178710163979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ute-game.html' title='Ute Game'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Swn0Qim5HEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QegdZ5w_D14/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-2653332475714503248</id><published>2009-11-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:29:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me What I'm Looking For</title><content type='html'>This song has been replaying in my head for the past couple days...I haven't heard it in awhile though.&amp;nbsp;I think I'm trying to tell myself to go find something out there that I need or am looking for. :) Possibly a hobby??? I'm not sure; I just felt like sharing the lyrics. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Me What I'm Looking For, Carolina Liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Should've done better than this&lt;br /&gt;Please, I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted this far too long&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes become regrets&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love abuse&lt;br /&gt;Please show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;To save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can't do better than this&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-2653332475714503248?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2653332475714503248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/show-me-what-im-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2653332475714503248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2653332475714503248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/show-me-what-im-looking-for.html' title='Show Me What I&apos;m Looking For'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-4867518884590602342</id><published>2009-10-31T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:29:32.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween '09</title><content type='html'>Halloween. My favorite Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't hand out candy...I didn't trick or treat...I didn't go to a party. But it was still a good Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we got to dress in costumes for work. I went as a rocker/ballerina. Haha Tutu and all! It was way fun. It was a way busy work day and all the kids were in a good mood. Here's what all the dental assistants dressed up as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0azKO0fqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4X-RGBsjYR0/s1600-h/October+2009+014e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0azKO0fqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4X-RGBsjYR0/s320/October+2009+014e.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0bB7IQrHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yyVMe5836Bk/s1600-h/October+2009+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0bB7IQrHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yyVMe5836Bk/s320/October+2009+012.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I visited my dad, stepmom, half brother and stepbrother after a whole day of relaxing.&amp;nbsp;It was fun even though I was sick (or "am sick"? I'm still sick) because my little half brother, who is three, kept sharing his candy with me. Hahaha and it wasn't the ones he didn't like...It was the good stuff, like Snickers and Starburst. It was also really good to catch up with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0Yp55tUdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/B7FJOYSuijY/s1600-h/October+2009+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0Yp55tUdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/B7FJOYSuijY/s320/October+2009+016.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0bfJaVl6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/elpK3wLhZG8/s1600-h/October+2009+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0bfJaVl6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/elpK3wLhZG8/s320/October+2009+018.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So even if I am sick for Halloween night, and even if I didn't get to spend it with my boyfriend or friends, I still had a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&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/308083303343591195-4867518884590602342?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4867518884590602342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/4867518884590602342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/4867518884590602342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-09.html' title='Halloween &apos;09'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Su0azKO0fqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4X-RGBsjYR0/s72-c/October+2009+014e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-262454185743691912</id><published>2009-10-16T22:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:00:47.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this Friday</title><content type='html'>...hmm...what&amp;nbsp;shall I write about my Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I woke up to an empty home and decided to clean my room. In the middle of cleaning, my brother shows asks me to help&amp;nbsp; to help him beak down boxes and put it on the street. Wet cardboard and leaves = Nasty smell! But it was worth it in the end when the backyard was all clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after that, I picked my mom up from my grandparents house after&amp;nbsp;she helped my brother sell his Jeep. We went to our own rooms when we got home but later reconvened to watch Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (nice huh).&lt;br /&gt;It was a movie with lots of ex-girlfriends, talk about sex, and, finally,&amp;nbsp;at the end, some moral fiber poked through. Yay for awkward moments caused by sex-filled movies!!! :D Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I ran on the treadmill because...hem...[whispers] I ate way too many coconut M&amp;amp;M's. (Which are delicious!!!) Running is great; try it one day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday was an normal day, but sometimes that's the way to go. Tomorrow, I'll be sure to have an adventure and write about it. That way, my blog won't stink with&amp;nbsp;blogged&amp;nbsp;"normal" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boo. Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note #1. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. :) I wish my family would celebrate it more though. For sure I will this year. But I dunno how yet...&lt;br /&gt;Side note #2. Raspberry Iced Tea is AWESOME! :) Try that AND running. You'll feel great. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-262454185743691912?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/262454185743691912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-this-friday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/262454185743691912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/262454185743691912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-this-friday.html' title='What I did this Friday'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-679686917104427048</id><published>2009-10-14T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:50:20.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to accomplish...soon :)</title><content type='html'>There are some things that I want to accomplish in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Start playing the guitar, piano and violin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Get accepted into SLCC's dental hygiene program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Buy my first car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Start a really good exercise program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Write more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Excell in work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preeee-tty sure I can accomplish everything on this list. I just want&amp;nbsp;to finish it by this time next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-679686917104427048?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/679686917104427048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-to-accomplishsoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/679686917104427048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/679686917104427048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-to-accomplishsoon.html' title='What I want to accomplish...soon :)'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-6934218210005651142</id><published>2009-09-24T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:54:03.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...too many decisions!</title><content type='html'>So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty much I have no idea what school to go to now. I feel like I'm a senior in high school again! hahah.&lt;/div&gt;My choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weber (been there! done that!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLCC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SUU (meh...just thought I'd throw it out there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these schools are known for their dental hygiene programs...but SLCC is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;school. It has the most update technology AND it's closest to where I live. &lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;If I did go to SLCC, I'd have to quit Weber, apply for SLCC and reapply for school loans. &lt;em&gt;Is going through all this trouble worth it????&lt;/em&gt; Well, I think so...(sometimes). I didn't like Weber much. And SUU is too far away; I'd have to find housing down there, which means I'd have to wait until next fall to start.&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;SLCC it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has suggestions on which school I should go to in the spring for dental assisting and hygiene, leave a comment. Pur-lease...? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-6934218210005651142?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6934218210005651142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredtoo-many-decisions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/6934218210005651142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/6934218210005651142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredtoo-many-decisions.html' title='Bored...too many decisions!'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-9188479288914503724</id><published>2009-09-23T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:04:29.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos and Helping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We had family photos taken with my dad last Sunday...and they turned out soooo-oo cute! It was hard to get everyone "in the mood" for taking pictures. The evening started out rocky: People were late (don't worry sis, you weren't the only ones late and it wasn't your fault traffic was bad) so dinner got started past five. Then we had dinner and by the time it was finished, it was almost six o'clock. My brother was onry&amp;nbsp;to get pictures done because&amp;nbsp;he had a date. My dad was grumpy too; he wouldn't change his clothes to match the rest of us. And when he wouldn't change, my little half brother (following his stubborn father) wouldn't change either! After thirty or so minutes, and my individual photoshoot,&amp;nbsp;we finally got the whole family for group pictures. The results. . .&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrFEgp_v4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ZRAvzRsx_M/s1600-h/9519_1221229337507_1432161651_30633616_4322302_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrFEgp_v4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ZRAvzRsx_M/s320/9519_1221229337507_1432161651_30633616_4322302_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrE7TON1iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q7jbDmPR8IU/s1600-h/9519_1221229137502_1432161651_30633611_2758140_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrE7TON1iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q7jbDmPR8IU/s320/9519_1221229137502_1432161651_30633611_2758140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We used family cameras to take the photos and will edit them as we please. I think it worked out pretty swell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Besides group pictures, we took indiviual pictures, too. Mine were first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrGDT6ZJuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u7Ckha9yi74/s1600-h/7430_168788190604_699970604_4159935_295027_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrGDT6ZJuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u7Ckha9yi74/s320/7430_168788190604_699970604_4159935_295027_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrHfCfRJfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DeWeKw-fOu0/s1600-h/7430_168788225604_699970604_4159939_1360668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrHfCfRJfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DeWeKw-fOu0/s320/7430_168788225604_699970604_4159939_1360668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrF9fNzvdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UC6UJS4cAs/s1600-h/9519_1221227697466_1432161651_30633577_780002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrF9fNzvdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UC6UJS4cAs/s320/9519_1221227697466_1432161651_30633577_780002_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrHTGo6wHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qP_VgjeG0C0/s320/7430_168788215604_699970604_4159938_3823934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;LoL. That was a lot of pictures of me, I know. Hahaha My&amp;nbsp;sister and step-mom both had high tech cameras taking pictures of me in many different poses. The four above were the best of each pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My brother was next in line. :) He would only do two poses but got a great shot that shows his personality in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrJHVlXIyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tXx0sflKunU/s1600-h/9519_1221228817494_1432161651_30633603_7887404_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrJHVlXIyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tXx0sflKunU/s320/9519_1221228817494_1432161651_30633603_7887404_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrJS0KJ39I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qOtJQ1I3k7M/s1600-h/9519_1221228857495_1432161651_30633604_2502808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrJS0KJ39I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qOtJQ1I3k7M/s320/9519_1221228857495_1432161651_30633604_2502808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(I think this pic is cute/funny...you can just imagine what's going on in his head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My and my sis took some funny pictures, too. Haha we like making faces. Check out these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrJ54fANEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jGOF7Ps-we4/s320/9519_1221228257480_1432161651_30633590_6121670_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrKkQd_6mI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GsffSD6aNm0/s1600-h/9519_1221229097501_1432161651_30633610_7826896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrKkQd_6mI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GsffSD6aNm0/s320/9519_1221229097501_1432161651_30633610_7826896_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But...Now and then we get a cute pic in between the silly ones :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrKEmQP1MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tQPuUkgdTgk/s1600-h/9519_1221229057500_1432161651_30633609_322469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrKEmQP1MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tQPuUkgdTgk/s320/9519_1221229057500_1432161651_30633609_322469_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The last pics taken were of my sis and her husband (which I took.) They are such a cute couple. I love taking pictures of them. Usually my sister knows what poses what she wants but sometimes...sometimes her husband has to be patient. Which he is. :) Here are their pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNCP6a7BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/I2KgvqBIznA/s1600-h/7430_168788440604_699970604_4159967_8323177_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNCP6a7BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/I2KgvqBIznA/s320/7430_168788440604_699970604_4159967_8323177_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNH9fOPpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XFdRIJhCU_c/s1600-h/7430_168788470604_699970604_4159971_6444451_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNH9fOPpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XFdRIJhCU_c/s320/7430_168788470604_699970604_4159971_6444451_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNQ4TxNEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/czSJ6buwCUs/s1600-h/9519_1221228697491_1432161651_30633600_7758117_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrNQ4TxNEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/czSJ6buwCUs/s320/9519_1221228697491_1432161651_30633600_7758117_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I love this pic of Brooke. It's really cute and shows off her girlie side :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite all the grumpiness and bad lighting, the pictures turned out really cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;After Sunday, I saw more of my family, more than usual, which was cool. I helped my brother out finacially and we talked a lot on the phone. I love the fact that he, the oldest, can ask me for help when he needs it. He has always been a person I can look up to and ask for help. So it's kinda cool that I can do that for him, too. :) My sister does that, too. She is always willing to listen and give adivce when she can. My siblings are the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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/308083303343591195-9188479288914503724?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9188479288914503724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-photos-and-helping-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/9188479288914503724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/9188479288914503724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-photos-and-helping-out.html' title='Family Photos and Helping Out'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SrrFEgp_v4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ZRAvzRsx_M/s72-c/9519_1221229337507_1432161651_30633616_4322302_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-2204110654435265512</id><published>2009-09-16T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:01:21.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New job, exciting news...</title><content type='html'>I received a text a bit ago that made me so dang, effin happy! My friend is engaged!!! Crazy, huh? She's been dating her finace for a little over a year. . . They are so cute!! :D As you can tell, I'm very happy for her. They'll be getting married March 12th (which is near my bday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing happening to me personally is...I got the new job that I mentioned earlier! I'm now a dental assistant and I work with my cousin. It's so great! We specialize in children ages one to eighteen. I love, love LOVE it! I start working full time in October and will be leaving Payless then. I'm sad to leave my friends but I'll still visit them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to share today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-2204110654435265512?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2204110654435265512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job-exciting-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2204110654435265512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2204110654435265512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job-exciting-news.html' title='New job, exciting news...'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-2889651470280978488</id><published>2009-09-08T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:44:26.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Motivated</title><content type='html'>Today was such a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;went for a post-wisdom teeth surgery check up. It went well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a nice, long nap while watching The Two Towers. Awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to work and had a laid back day. They also had pizza in the break room!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scheduled a meeting to meet my new boss &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set up new office so I can print off my resume to give to my new boss. It's a nice set up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So all in all it was a good day...I feel motivated to do stuff, such as exercise, clean, get a new job, get ready for school...etc, etc. And I feel motivated to write. It feels so good to get stuff done. Or as my brother says "just do it. Get it done."&amp;nbsp; or "getting shit done" Pardon my french ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love my life again. I was reminded today about my friend that past away a few months back...I was so horrified and damaged by her death that it has taken me 7 months to get back to even 50% of what I can be. I miss her so much and I give her a lot of credit of who I am today. She influenced me&amp;nbsp;a great deal&amp;nbsp;and I love her for that. I think I'll always have a hole in my life where she was, but I'm feeling better. I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think why it's taken me this long to bounce back from all the stuff that has happened this&amp;nbsp;past year&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;because I've realized all the opportunities or people I have lost or could lose. Maybe that's why I'm so motivated...I want to make the most of life and get the most out of it that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-2889651470280978488?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2889651470280978488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/highly-motivated.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2889651470280978488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2889651470280978488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/highly-motivated.html' title='Highly Motivated'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-5275435417162487703</id><published>2009-09-02T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:50:42.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain (old poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Curtain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9J-6vKyDI/AAAAAAAAADo/lrkVCpoEafs/s1600-h/n637200161_6164745_8320932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9J-6vKyDI/AAAAAAAAADo/lrkVCpoEafs/s400/n637200161_6164745_8320932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The void is filling slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I understand more clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The curtain has fallen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Act One is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A life was taken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but taken not in defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Replacing you cannot be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The void is filling slowly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I understand more clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The curtain has fallen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Act Two begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;To all who read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wrote this thinking of Kristy and all those who knew her or have crossed paths with her. I want you all to know that there is an Act Two...and we all get to play a part in it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love you all, Shaylyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-5275435417162487703?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5275435417162487703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/curtain-void-is-filling-slowly-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5275435417162487703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/5275435417162487703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/curtain-void-is-filling-slowly-i.html' title='Curtain (old poem)'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9J-6vKyDI/AAAAAAAAADo/lrkVCpoEafs/s72-c/n637200161_6164745_8320932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-7463078696382220115</id><published>2009-09-02T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:43:52.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Cards (old poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9JZUVs8tI/AAAAAAAAADg/bsDrc4hebqw/s1600-h/1184792_2984_625x1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9JZUVs8tI/AAAAAAAAADg/bsDrc4hebqw/s400/1184792_2984_625x1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Falling Cards, by Shaylyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pounding my head against the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bracing my hand along the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I stare outside the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wishing I could fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I tried to deal with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"A Life for a Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But as I asked him to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was cut by a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The words were sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But my pain had dulled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I had dealt with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had already begun to fold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pounding my head against the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bracing my hand along the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and let Life's Playing cards fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-7463078696382220115?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7463078696382220115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-cards-old-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/7463078696382220115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/7463078696382220115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-cards-old-poem.html' title='Falling Cards (old poem)'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9JZUVs8tI/AAAAAAAAADg/bsDrc4hebqw/s72-c/1184792_2984_625x1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-336251949268381577</id><published>2009-09-02T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:08:37.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding pictures, rings and engagements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9AjmIkHvI/AAAAAAAAADY/psFN963Y7eE/s1600-h/8128_242665300161_637200161_8653477_5765659_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9AjmIkHvI/AAAAAAAAADY/psFN963Y7eE/s320/8128_242665300161_637200161_8653477_5765659_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses that John gave me for our "3 month anniversary"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, don't worry...I'm not engaged or secretly married.&lt;br /&gt;(Yet...?)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look, people I went to school with are getting married or are already&amp;nbsp;engaged. Some have been married for a year or so. It's CRAZY!!!&amp;nbsp;Today I had a weird dream that I think was brought on by pain pills and lack of normal sleep. I had a dream that John proposed to me and I accepted. There was a ring, stars and the typical engagement kissy fest.&amp;nbsp;We had a HUGE, WHITE wedding with LOTS of people. (Which, if any of you who know me, is unlike me at all) I don't really like weddings.&amp;nbsp; But then I also catch myself looking through friends' wedding/engagement pictures on FB and I picture myself like that. &lt;br /&gt;To me, a wedding is more like a work-filled and anxiety-induced occasion Shouldn't it&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;something more fun and exciting&amp;nbsp;to start off a life with someone else? &lt;br /&gt;Why am I thinking about weddings so much right now? I've always told my family that I would be 27 years old before I got married. So why, at 19, am I thinking about marriage and all that jazz?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....contagious? Yes...Yes I think weddings and love in general can be contagious. But I also think there is such a thing as "true" love.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've freaked myself out enough thinking about weddings. I'm done writing on this subject :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-336251949268381577?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/336251949268381577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-pictures-rings-and-engagements.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/336251949268381577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/336251949268381577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-pictures-rings-and-engagements.html' title='Wedding pictures, rings and engagements'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/Sp9AjmIkHvI/AAAAAAAAADY/psFN963Y7eE/s72-c/8128_242665300161_637200161_8653477_5765659_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-1978445321099710833</id><published>2009-08-29T05:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:20:35.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John and I</title><content type='html'>I decided that if I'm going to have a blog, I should dedicate an entry or two (te-he) to my boyfriend and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOHRQ3lmI/AAAAAAAAADA/XjpszhMDhQA/s1600-h/n637200161_5667250_4227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOHRQ3lmI/AAAAAAAAADA/XjpszhMDhQA/s200/n637200161_5667250_4227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkNf7OdJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/JOaqCWRvDNY/s1600-h/n1072814684_30270859_2609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkNf7OdJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/JOaqCWRvDNY/s200/n1072814684_30270859_2609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;John and I will have been dating three months next week. We've already have a rough patch, but our relationship has been strengthened by it; I'm so lucky that we didn't lose what we have. John is so caring and funny and&amp;nbsp;he fits me perfectly. Through ups and downs, we can read each other's emotions and we know how to cheer one another up. If I could change anything about our relationship, it would be that I could see him more often. John and I are able to hang out once or twice a week, and sometimes it gets hard because we get grumpy when we don't see each other. But we manage. :) We like to watch movies and talk about anything. Sometimes we make each other snacks or we go shopping for random stuff (one time we almost bought Transformers toys. Another time we bought shirts to color on&amp;nbsp; for each other!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I've dated John for only 3 months, I've known him for almost two years. We met while working at Target; he &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;works there after two years! I quickly found a new job after working there for only a few months. After a year or so since I quit working at Target, I went shopping there one afternoon. John was working in Electronics. I remember walking past him and recognizing him, but kept walking. Next thing I know, a guy was running up to me asking if I needed help. I was taken back by how he approached me so I said "No, I'm okay." I started to turn away when I decided, &lt;em&gt;Yeah, maybe I do need help. &lt;/em&gt;I turned back around and asked him where electrical tape was. John expertly showed me where it was and asked me why I needed it. I told him because I was thinking about trying out for Winterguard again. He kept asking questions, and I kept answering.&amp;nbsp;(Our relationship is still like that, but now I ask questions, too.&amp;nbsp;:-))&amp;nbsp;We talked for a few minutes, followed by an awkward silence. I then told him I'll see him later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was almost to the door, John caught up to me and asked if he could give me his number. I asked, "I can give you my number, too." But since he couldn't carry his phone with him while on the clock, I put his number in my cell. Once I got out to my car I sent him a quick text and wonder if he would text back. Later that night he did and we have talked almost every day since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOdeVtFLI/AAAAAAAAADI/-0vWqfKf_wc/s1600-h/6175_237123685161_637200161_8527870_1348501_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOdeVtFLI/AAAAAAAAADI/-0vWqfKf_wc/s200/6175_237123685161_637200161_8527870_1348501_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOlKC8dSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6iUVXwND91E/s1600-h/5335_204433210161_637200161_7723225_7742542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOlKC8dSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6iUVXwND91E/s200/5335_204433210161_637200161_7723225_7742542_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How Cute Are We Together!? Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The funny thing about how John and I started out was the timing of it all. I had gotten out of a bad, ba-d, BAD relationship just months before and my best friend had died in a car crash around the same time as the breakup. I wasn't ready to date, mostly likely because I was re-learning to take care of myself and be myself. But when John and I hung out a couple times, I could tell that I would be dating him in the near future. About a month and a half after our number exchange in Target, John and I started dating. Maybe more will come of our that exchange then I ever thought possible. :) And in a way, something has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-1978445321099710833?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1978445321099710833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1978445321099710833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1978445321099710833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-and-i.html' title='John and I'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkOHRQ3lmI/AAAAAAAAADA/XjpszhMDhQA/s72-c/n637200161_5667250_4227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-4433886090800807632</id><published>2009-08-29T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:52:29.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth, or lack thereof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkHYj-2vWI/AAAAAAAAACg/pkbGSAskYAY/s1600-h/chattering%2520teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkHYj-2vWI/AAAAAAAAACg/pkbGSAskYAY/s200/chattering%2520teeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This morning I got my wisdom teeth out. My mom and I left the house super early so we had to wait 20 minutes to get in the room. Once we got in, it took the surgeron and his two assistants to set up. They took my blood pressure and my oxygen and asked me a few questions. Then they put the IV in me. That's all I remember. Haha. My mom said it took them 23 minutes to take out four impacted teeth. Impacted means that the tooth was either hitting another tooth, growing in a funky direction, or just plain hard to get out. 23 minutes to take out 4 teeth!!! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=dr+liston+bountiful+utah&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;aqi="&gt;Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; to THIS oral surgeon. He's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I came to in the recovery room, I remember seeing a nurse that look like my sister. I also rememeber seeing my mom and giving her the thumbs up when she asked how I was (I did that a lot at first because it was hard to talk with gauze in my mouth.) AND apparently I said "right on" to the nurse when she asked how I was doing. Uh huh. Right... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started to feel pain about 45 minutes after we left the oral surgeron's office. We then drove to Walgreen's to fill my perscription...there was a 45 minute wait. So my mom, being the good mommy that she is, drove me around until we got pick up my medicition. Once we got home, I set myself up in my bedroom. My mom brought up the pills and some yogurt and needless to say, the pain pills did their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So since I got home from the surgery, I've gone through about 4 jello cups, 5 yogurts, 2 bowls of ice cream, and two gatoraide bottles. Hahaha I was so hungry and still am. I will most definitely be eating real food tomorrow...that is, if I can. If not, then I'm going to have at least scrambled eggs for breakfast and mashed potatoes for lunch! Yummy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was really scared for the surgery and aftermath, but as usual, I was a worrywart. Everything has turned out fine (As fine as it can be for having four holes in your mouth!!) Let's see how tomorrow goes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-4433886090800807632?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4433886090800807632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/wisdom-teeth-or-lack-thereof.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/4433886090800807632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/4433886090800807632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/wisdom-teeth-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Wisdom Teeth, or lack thereof'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hFOyLdpc-w/SpkHYj-2vWI/AAAAAAAAACg/pkbGSAskYAY/s72-c/chattering%2520teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-2910679074364619708</id><published>2009-08-26T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:43:37.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie!</title><content type='html'>I'm very new to this...So I apologize if my page keeps changing but no new posts are added!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-2910679074364619708?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2910679074364619708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/newbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2910679074364619708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/2910679074364619708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/newbie.html' title='Newbie!'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-1779005135641713940</id><published>2009-08-26T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:49:35.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My job can be rewarding. It can also be very stressful. Very. Stressful. This past month has been a rush of back-to-school shoppers, mothers complaining about prices, and weird smells. I work at a shoe store and August is one of our busiest&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" border="0" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; months, next to the Christmas holiday shopping season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What has bothered me the most this past month is not the kids, no. Not putting away shipping, that's easy. It's dealing with customers who think they can treat you like crap and still make a mess of your store. If we don't  have your size, &lt;strong&gt;deal with it. &lt;/strong&gt;And if we don't have the perfect shoe, why don't you design your own and &lt;strong&gt;stuff it where the sun don't shine, k? [&lt;/strong&gt;It's amazing how much better I am starting to feel ;) &lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Another thing that has bothered me about my job is how other associates are treating me. I get along just fine with my manager and my co-worker; it's the other associates at other stores that annoy me. They treat me as if I can't comprehend what they are asking for or talking about. I know how to look for a shoe that their customer needs but has to come to my store for. I've worked at my job for a year now. Let me do it and leave me be! Please! I don't appreciate it when I have to be talked down to by customers AND employees. It's so not needed right now in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So for those of you who are reading this. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;            PLEASE be nice to people who help you out at the stores you shop at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;            And treat your co-workers with respect, too. Everyone has bad days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                         just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                              you.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/308083303343591195-1779005135641713940?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1779005135641713940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1779005135641713940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/1779005135641713940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind...'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308083303343591195.post-3107863265589594810</id><published>2009-08-26T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:36:28.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I decided to start this blog because &lt;strong&gt;I have nothing better to do&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, because my sister has one and pretty much everyone else I know either uses Myspace or Facebook as a blog. I think having an &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;official blog + a hard-copy, hand-written journal&lt;/span&gt; will give me a place to vent and think things out. So pretty much a lot of my entries might not always be happy or thrilling. Mostly just me blowing off steam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;So...enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/308083303343591195-3107863265589594810?l=shaylynslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3107863265589594810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/3107863265589594810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308083303343591195/posts/default/3107863265589594810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylynslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Shaylyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
