<?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-1879879949286219050</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:04:24.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondes do have more fun!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825752379862508166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-6419085863961191539</id><published>2010-02-25T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:23:29.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...</title><content type='html'>So I like my blog so i am going to make my new domain name helens-hysteria.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;then people won't really be confused. I will also update it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, so you will always be able to get to the right place through that link. I should be writing a paper right now but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not...ugh. I am slowly wasting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-6419085863961191539?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/6419085863961191539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=6419085863961191539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6419085863961191539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6419085863961191539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring.html' title='Boring...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-7831511713882279909</id><published>2010-02-22T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:10:25.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus wants me for sunbeam!</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness the sun has been shining in Logan since last Friday and it has made me so so happy!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a sunbeam! I can't stop smiling! (Oh goodness, it's not like I don't smile enough already!) Despite the still freezing temperatures it is so amazing up her to the north! Although I am anticipating my fingers and toes to fall off at any given moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this semester has been the busiest for me since my Freshman year. I have kinda been taking it easy for a while trying to situate my life back into some sort of normalcy. I am taking a whole 15 credit hours and loving it! I love being busy! I feel so cool? Ummm...for  the lack of a better word. I am looking forward to spring break though! Maybe I will be able to play a little catch up. That would be nice. I am taking a nutrition class this semester and I think it is my favorite class. Although all sorts of foods have been ruined for me. Did you know that RITZ crackers have partially hydrogenated veggie oils in them! I know it is a sad sad truth! Don't cry too much over it I already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important announcement for everyone who reads my blog (are there people out there who do still?) I am changing my blog! I am sick of not being able to change anything on it! I need an update! Seriously! So I will chose a new name and let you all know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-7831511713882279909?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/7831511713882279909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=7831511713882279909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7831511713882279909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7831511713882279909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2010/02/jesus-wants-me-for-sunbeam.html' title='Jesus wants me for sunbeam!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-6637114012578598650</id><published>2010-01-13T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:23:39.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind! Help Im being crushed!</title><content type='html'>Back to the grind of things! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I feel like I am already behind! I really am so grateful for the opportunity that I have to go to school! Although I must admit I find it very stressful! It's okay the more classes I take a semester the closer I am to being done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a need to write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sitting here in the library. I just read my first lecture for my interior design class. Now, I don't think that I am perfect; and heavens knows that I make a lot of mistakes when I write...but if I were going to be teaching a class, even if it were an online class i would for sure make sure that it was grammatically correct! Oh goodness! It was all I could do to go all the way through the power point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think if I have any entertaining stories for you all. I slipped and fell yesterday, I wish that someone had had a video camera! I think my finger might be broken, but who knows? I am typing right now so it can't be too bad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...you know the same old same old. Trying to survive life in freezing temperatures up here! Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have recently re-found a quote by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Og&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mandino&lt;/span&gt;. Who is just great I think! But it talks bout being yourself and accepting who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you cannot choose your calling. Your calling chooses you. You have been blessed with special skills that are yours alone. Use them, whatever they may be, and forget about wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; hat. A talented chariot driver can win gold and renown with his skills. Let him pick figs and he would starve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be you! I love it! it's as true today as it was then! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I love you all! have an amazing rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-6637114012578598650?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/6637114012578598650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=6637114012578598650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6637114012578598650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6637114012578598650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-grind-help-im-being-crushed.html' title='Back to the grind! Help Im being crushed!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-580085144102532230</id><published>2009-12-28T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:29:28.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Rumors!</title><content type='html'>So the other day at my family party I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; talking to my great aunt Jackie. I gave her a hug and told her I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied with " Don't worry about boys and not being married. You can get married clear up to thirty-five!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly replied " Well, you know aunt Jackie I heard a nasty rumor that people can even get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; after thirty five!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me like I was crazy. I just laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all doing well! I know I haven't written for a while. This is my recent update for all of you! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-580085144102532230?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/580085144102532230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=580085144102532230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/580085144102532230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/580085144102532230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/12/nasty-rumors.html' title='Nasty Rumors!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-5445200261210387963</id><published>2009-11-13T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:48:18.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What on Earth is going on?!</title><content type='html'>okay this is going to be really quick because I have to go a pretend study for a Math test. Sigh...I really dislike math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not computer illiterate. I am really quite good. But I can no longer find where to change my blog spot background. Or how to add people to my list! WHAT IS GOING ON! If you have any suggestions they would be greatly appreciated! I am so lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-5445200261210387963?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/5445200261210387963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=5445200261210387963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5445200261210387963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5445200261210387963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-on-earth-is-going-on1.html' title='What on Earth is going on?!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-6155560742863974892</id><published>2009-11-12T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:54:04.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter what your past has been your future is spotless.</title><content type='html'>I have this fatal flaw. A character flaw if you will. ( For all you fellow English literature nerds out there you will totally understand.) I believe in everyone and trust everyone right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't consider this to be a huge flaw, I really like it about myself. But is sure does make life hard sometimes. I know that no matter how hard life gets at times, the Lord it there to make ti better. I am so blessed that I have this knowledge! GO TEAM! I am never alone and I never will be. None of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy, this semester has been crazy! You can tell because I haven't bother to post anything in a really long time. Life is good, I am blessed more than I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could think of some ridiculously  funny story to tell you all or had some amazing pictures to show you. But I don't. Sorry... I hope you kind find it in your hearts to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joy is in the journey. That includes the ups and downs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and wish you the best! One last parting quote " It takes courage to grow up and become who we are meant to me." E.E. Cummings. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; put this up here before.)&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/1879879949286219050-6155560742863974892?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/6155560742863974892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=6155560742863974892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6155560742863974892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6155560742863974892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-what-your-past-has-been-your.html' title='No Matter what your past has been your future is spotless.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-2433793670242144449</id><published>2009-10-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:17:25.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Im thankful for" game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this game! Every time I feel down and out my roommate's and I will play or Mom and I will play. It is a sure fire way to get rid of the blues! How blessed we all are! We are loved and no matter what happens everything will come out okay! "Your future is as bright as your faith!" Pres. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You play by taking turns telling things your are grateful for. Eventually you will realize that everything in your life is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pictures from the surprise party we threw for Britt and the amazing cake I made for her! :)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjHRONlGI/AAAAAAAAACs/KsCRa9gdXpY/s1600-h/IMG_2978.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/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjHRONlGI/AAAAAAAAACs/KsCRa9gdXpY/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391128836728263778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjG2DHkrI/AAAAAAAAACk/7-2Fm3CSsJA/s1600-h/IMG_2977.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/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjG2DHkrI/AAAAAAAAACk/7-2Fm3CSsJA/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391128829433975474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjGXInAPI/AAAAAAAAACc/-BJBLMRv6MY/s1600-h/IMG_2976.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/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjGXInAPI/AAAAAAAAACc/-BJBLMRv6MY/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391128821135507698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjFQXFCyI/AAAAAAAAACU/8xOEGmWvnPc/s1600-h/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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game.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/StEjHRONlGI/AAAAAAAAACs/KsCRa9gdXpY/s72-c/IMG_2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-6132831259013691933</id><published>2009-09-09T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:23:52.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, crazy, crazy!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! Where has the time gone! I feel as though my weeks have been just jammed packed with so many things! One of these being math...it is such a time sucker! I feel all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mathed&lt;/span&gt; out and it is only the third week of school! Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had the marvelous opportunity to have two amazing adventures! I hiked White pine lake and Mt. Naomi! They were both marvelous! I wanted to share my joy of them with you so I have posted pictures! GO TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mount Naomi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEOxCufUI/AAAAAAAAACE/ehDeSZ-CGTo/s1600-h/Helens+0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624775367687490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEOxCufUI/AAAAAAAAACE/ehDeSZ-CGTo/s320/Helens+0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me at the top...it was very windy and kinda cold. I sure was glad I had brought a sweater! The view was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEOI9c3bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7SEHkCCEehk/s1600-h/Helens+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624764608142770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEOI9c3bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7SEHkCCEehk/s320/Helens+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HA ha....this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; looking out over what we hiked across. You start at Tony's grove and hike 3.3 Miles up to get to the ridge line, so 6.6 miles in all. It was pretty awesome and it only took us about three and a half hours round trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEN7raucI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lfz-lBUC-aM/s1600-h/Helens+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624761042844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEN7raucI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lfz-lBUC-aM/s320/Helens+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go team! Ha ha! not the very top but I wanted a picture of me at least close. I could stand up at the top without feeling scared of being blown off the cliff...so I settled for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White Pine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB9pxrg2I/AAAAAAAAABs/roDo1FidN7I/s1600-h/Helens+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379622282336109410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB9pxrg2I/AAAAAAAAABs/roDo1FidN7I/s320/Helens+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sign is welcoming us to our national forest and telling us how to wash our hands and dispose of our waste. I thought it was very cool and informative. So I took a picture by it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB9PUHRgI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q0_1QbQaVs8/s1600-h/Helens+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379622275232777730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB9PUHRgI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q0_1QbQaVs8/s320/Helens+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AMAZING! It was so beautiful! I loved it! And yes this gorgeous picture was taken with the self timer on my camera. I just discovered that it had one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB8g3kx9I/AAAAAAAAABc/yPUqxhl6Q-c/s1600-h/Helens+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379622262765045714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB8g3kx9I/AAAAAAAAABc/yPUqxhl6Q-c/s320/Helens+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bonded with this dandelion! I also had a ton of fun blowing the seeds everywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB8VRS0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/tA3ZZtriph8/s1600-h/Helens+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379622259651694642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhB8VRS0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/tA3ZZtriph8/s320/Helens+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...the lake! It was awesome and the local beaver put on a show for us by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;splashing&lt;/span&gt; his tail! IT was so cool! Another self timer picture. I am getting good at this game! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay and last but not least. I had set a goal for myself at the beginning of the summer that I was going to run a 5K. And I did! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I ran the whole way and I did it in 32 min. Next stop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wasatch&lt;/span&gt; Back baby! I am so excited! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I really am going to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you all know that we are loved and the Lord created this all for us. Each time I do something new I am reminded of his love for each and everyone of us. How awesome is it that we have the opportunity to go and explore this world he gave us!? And how amazing is it that we have bodies that can adapt so quickly to pretty much anything we want it to! I know I am loved! And I know that I can always ask for help when I need it and he will find a way to be there for me! Have an amazing week everyone! I will try to post again soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-6132831259013691933?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/6132831259013691933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=6132831259013691933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6132831259013691933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6132831259013691933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-crazy-crazy.html' title='Crazy, crazy, crazy!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SqhEOxCufUI/AAAAAAAAACE/ehDeSZ-CGTo/s72-c/Helens+0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-2950773128863858918</id><published>2009-08-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:26:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE the D.I.!</title><content type='html'>So, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; old couch is leaving our apartment. It doesn't belong to us so...we were in a bit of a pickle. Where were we going to sit now? I had no idea and I was kinda thinking that the whole situation was not going to end well for Britt and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! Everything all works out in the end. My most amazing Mother came up for a visit to the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' L-Town the other day. (my Mom really is the most amazing person on the face of the planet! I have learned so much from her! Even If we are so much alike but different enough we get on each others nerves sometimes!) And she brought up the green and blue Stripped chair that Matt bought a very very long time ago from the DI. So of course she had the truck...So what else were we going to do but go and look for some furniture at my favorite store! THE DI! Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and it was love at first sight! I looked and I could feel my heart rushing, I didn't know how I was going to live the rest of my life without Him in it! I was so awestruck! It was like a magnet was pulling me towards him! He looked so good and amazing! I could just tell he was going to be the one for me...And then I looked across the way and I saw that they were a matching set! I was beside myself! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME! I had found the perfect couch and a chair to go with it! The are butter yellow and so awesome! They look like they were sitting in some little old ladies house and she had them covered in plastic and so they look brand new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1e0vliKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GuGj1CcYUs0/s1600-h/Helens+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1e0vliKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GuGj1CcYUs0/s1600-h/Helens+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368771771961280674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1e0vliKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GuGj1CcYUs0/s320/Helens+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the couch! Doesn't it just look amazing! I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1eMTp9bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qiyGXSoNj3w/s1600-h/Helens+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368771761106711986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1eMTp9bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qiyGXSoNj3w/s320/Helens+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the chair! I was way excited that they both were there! It makes it so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1do4G5AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gvHnMsZPTmk/s1600-h/Helens+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368771751595926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1do4G5AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gvHnMsZPTmk/s320/Helens+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;! 70 Bucks for both! I am so happy and excited and they make our apartment look so cheery and nice! Thanks to my AMAZING Mother again she made the rug and pillows possible! GO TEAM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who know me you know this is not the first DI furniture venture! I love that place! They always have sweet little pieces of gold hiding in there. Or just out in plain sight! I hope you are all doing well! I hope your last week was amazing! Don't forget who you are, it is so easy to do sometimes! And don't forget that you are loved and if you happen to lose your way there is someone always there who is willing to carry you through the rough times! You are never alone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you all! Have the worlds most amazing week! School is about to start up again so enjoy the rest of the summer while you can! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2950773128863858918?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2950773128863858918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2950773128863858918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2950773128863858918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2950773128863858918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-di.html' title='I LOVE the D.I.!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vsSnRLx--o/SoG1e0vliKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GuGj1CcYUs0/s72-c/Helens+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-1899987673643478127</id><published>2009-08-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:41:28.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>So this is going to be more of a serious post. I will try to throw some of my traditional humor into it so you don't get overly board but...I have something I want to say so I am going to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let us have a little recap of the summer...we have done more amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; that must be shared with the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and watched a movie in a scouting Cabin out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt;...it was very fun, until the battery on the computer died and we didn't get to finish our movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, its okay cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the cabin they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sinclair&lt;/span&gt; dinosaur which I rode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went boating for the first time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; Dam (not boating for the first time) I have been overly spoiled with Uncle Gems boat cause it has a jet engine, so no prop for us! I was a little nervous to go out on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; boat. As it turns out they have a jet boat too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Stone Idaho Rodeo! Which was the highlight of the past week. Cause...it had rained before the rodeo started and so the arena was like a mud pond. After everything was said and done, we got rides on a saddle blanket in the mud and then got in the worlds biggest mud fight! Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now for more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;evaluating&lt;/span&gt; life recently and looking at all the paths that people I know have taken. People who, in high school I was a little jealous of. And I look at everything and despite all of my trials and struggles...I am so blessed that my life is the way it is! All of my amazing friends and family have made this possible for me. I can see how easy it is to fall off the beaten path, and I am so glad that I have held to the rod through rough times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-1899987673643478127?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1899987673643478127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1899987673643478127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1899987673643478127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1899987673643478127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-2865211444275403839</id><published>2009-07-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:27:18.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...the rules.</title><content type='html'>So on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I met a new person who seemed to be nice enough, and then all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; he started to throw down so pretty mean things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ie&lt;/span&gt;...he told me that I should know that if he doesn't like a person straight off the bat then we won't ever like them. So I should be careful. I know that I am a little over excited about things sometimes and annoying at others, but this was a little much for me to handle. Who says that!? He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of friends. So my friends and I came up with some rules...it started out with one and went to three or four I don't remember. But I will tell them to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;- If you are ugly you should never be mean to people because you have nothing else to fall back on. I don't mean this is a mean way at all! I think I mostly said it because he hurt my feelings. I don't think very many people don't like me. It was a defense mechanism. It was also kinda ironc cause no one should be mean ever and here I was saying one of the rudest things I have ever said in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Now you should know that this is not justifying mean people on any level. I think that all people should be nice, it the rule above all, but this is just a good rule for everyone. I know mean.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; Dose-(Is that how you speel two in spanish? I don't know why I am doing it in spanish, I just am!) If you are socially awkward in anyway you should never ever try to be funny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; for the most part it will back fire on you and then people will think you are just mean! ( I don't know if this is what this kid was doing so we figured we should cover our bases and establish this rule.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt;- So I was eating a baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; at the linger longer and it was so amazing! I like to mash all of my stuff up so it mixes together and is pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt;! This is how rule number three came about. A member of the Bishopric came up behind me to ask me if i had been set apart for my calling as i was mashing away. It kinda startled me! I then felt really dumb and really small, like i was five! (for those of you who know me you will know that this is no surprise!) I was telling this to my friend Kellen and he says "Well it's okay if you do it cause is like oh hey look at how cute she is! But if you are a guy like me they go 'oh my gosh that is so disgusting what is that guy doing to his food?' So even though I want to do it i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;am a&lt;/span&gt; guy." SO...the rule is if you are a cute girl you can do almost anything you want to with your food because you can pull it off as cute. If you are a guy you have so such luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...if you were there for the rules on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; just take a moment and go over them again and have a nice laugh about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing to say today...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I look at things in life and how it all plays out and I ask myself, "How did THAT Happen?!" Life has a tricky way of throwing curve balls at you and all the sudden everything is upside down and all backward! President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt; has the formula for getting through it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don’t worry. I say that to myself every morning. It will all work out. If you do your best, It will all work out. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. THE LORD WILL NOT FORSAKE US. HE WILL NOT FORSAKE US…If we will put our trust in him, if we will pray to him, if we will live worthy of his blessings, he will hear our prayers."&lt;br /&gt;President Gordon B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I know this is true or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not sure i would be able to make it through life!&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy...have an amazing week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2865211444275403839?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2865211444275403839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2865211444275403839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2865211444275403839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2865211444275403839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummmthe-rules.html' title='Ummm...the rules.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-1726756791378808039</id><published>2009-07-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:21:30.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much wood would a wood chuck chuck...?</title><content type='html'>Alright so this summer has been jam packed! I cannot believe how much has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;! At the beginning of the summer when Britt and I decided to move in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; we made a summer fun list. Now this list has things that are super easy to do i.e. Blowing bubbles (which we have done to some great extent. We both now have bubble wands in our purses, who knows when you will need a bubble fix?) To things that a are a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;. Like boating, or going to a cabin at bear lake. Both of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; require us to make new friends! Oh and have we ever made new friends! It is so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never at a loss of people to hang out with. If one group can't do something the other group can! We are having the time of our lives and we are dragging people along with us. We both figure that if we are only this age once, we will only be unmarried and childless for so long we might as well party it up while we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of the most amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; in which we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; in (Most of these we did together but some not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Boating/ Wake boarding down at Lake Powell! AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;2- Floating the Logan Canyon Canal at midnight! The stars were amazing! The giant spider I found on my leg was not. And like ten seconds into the float the raft Britt and I were sharing popped so we had to hop onto others tubes! It was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;3- All three of us ( Britt, Becca, our other roommate, and I) Went on a triple date the other day with these really fun guys and they took us to go and see the movie Up. Which is good but made me kinda sad at the beginning. Anyway, we got into the theatre and it was only us in there, on of the boys brought up a good point of the fact that we rented out the theatre for 45 dollars. So we decided to play a game. Every time the words Paradise Falls was said in the movie we had to move around and find new seats. It was the best date movie I have ever been to! And we could talk as loudly as we wanted  cause who was going to tell us to be quiet?&lt;br /&gt;4-Hiking the wind caves. I liked this because I found out a very important lesson, it usually isn't the destination but the journey.&lt;br /&gt;5- All of our dinners and pic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nics&lt;/span&gt; up the canyon! So so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;6-Our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Burd&lt;/span&gt; has a canoe, so we all took a trip down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt; city canal. We went from 1000 N to 1400 N and then back up again. We discovered that trees aren't our friends and that we need to practice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Burd&lt;/span&gt; said he would help.&lt;br /&gt;7-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bouldering&lt;/span&gt; out at the Hannah property. Ben and I went and it was so much fun. It was almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; the old days between us. I don't think it will be a memory I will ever forget. It was like I had my best friend back for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;8-Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Knightons&lt;/span&gt; cabin in bear lake. This is where we spent our fourth of July. It was so much fun! We made new friends and we taught them how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; ninja destruction. And we borrowed our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Teancums&lt;/span&gt; car, which is an old blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt; wagon with the fold down seats in the back, and six girls piled into it and headed on up to the cabin. I don't know what was more fun the cabin or the ride home!&lt;br /&gt;9- Okay so this is going to sound silly but we have made a new friend who has really made this summer so much fun! Her name is Sasha and she is amazing! And even though she is not an activity she has made all of our activites fun!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks! Our summer thus far has been amazing! YAY US! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-1726756791378808039?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1726756791378808039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1726756791378808039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1726756791378808039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1726756791378808039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-wood-would-wood-chuck-chuck.html' title='How Much wood would a wood chuck chuck...?'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-8558719230226789738</id><published>2009-06-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:41:47.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how much wind a flies wings give off? One just flew past my head and I was kinda impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say that  I do wish there wasn't a fly in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-8558719230226789738?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/8558719230226789738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=8558719230226789738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8558719230226789738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8558719230226789738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-2929101340498094038</id><published>2009-06-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:39:34.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is very much like a soap opera!</title><content type='html'>So I met someone on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night. He was nice and funny! Not to mention very very cute! SO the whole night we  were super flirty and at the end of the night I thought for sure he was going to ask me for my number. Nothing, just sort of an awkward goodbye on both of our ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he leaves and I think to myself : "Wow he was really really great! If I let him go without giving him my number I will regret it!" So I grab my heart sticky notes out of my purse and write my name and number on one and I run out the door into the apartment hallway, I look one way and he isn't there and I think "Crap! I am going to have to c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hase&lt;/span&gt; him down the stairway!"&lt;br /&gt;I then look the other direction and there he is looking at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I run to him and I say " I know this is super weird, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; since it is on a heart sticky note, But I wanted to give you my number! " and he looks at me and smiles and says okay. So he puts it in his phone and puts the sticky note on his chest. We talk and chat for a bit longer and he goes to leave and he gives me a huge hug and says "WOW! Your hair smells so so good!" Which is always nice to hear! So I kinda giggle and he ask what do you use and I say oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lacoste&lt;/span&gt; assuming he means perfume, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; shampoo and conditioner. So he goes to leave and I say "Drive safe!" and he looks back at me and says "What if I die on the way home this could be the last time you ever see me!" And I say " Don't die! Just be safe." And so he leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was talking with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mutual&lt;/span&gt; friend Cory and I ask " Do you think I made an idiot of myself?" and He says "No I don't think so but I can ask him if you want me to." I say "The high school part of me wants you to but the grown up part of me doesn't want you to! "&lt;br /&gt;Cory "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to ask him."&lt;br /&gt;Helen "Okay but let him know that it was not my idea!"&lt;br /&gt;Cory "Just trust me on this!"&lt;br /&gt;Helen "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; kinda nervous."&lt;br /&gt;Cory (This is the real kicker, the part that makes it a soap opera!) "Yeah maybe you should just leave it cause he is going back out on his mission in a couple of months anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT! Oh my goodness! Cory then explained what he could to  me.&lt;br /&gt;He came home early off his mission for medical reasons but he is going back out again. But Cory doesn't know for how long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dumb! Oh man! He was so flirty though! Oh boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of Helen such as it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I want to know what you think...would it be weird if I wrote this guy on his mission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing and I don't know why! I think this is so funny! What are the chances!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2929101340498094038?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2929101340498094038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2929101340498094038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2929101340498094038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2929101340498094038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-is-very-much-like-soap-opera.html' title='My life is very much like a soap opera!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-4932425370031149751</id><published>2009-06-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:48:02.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET MOTHER OF MEAT!</title><content type='html'>My appeal for independent status was approved! Not only that it was approved for the 2009-2010 school year, it was also approved for retroactive for  the 2008-2009 school year! Can I tell you how happy I am about this! It makes my life so much better! I Feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next task is to get a job. Because even though I won't be needing to pay for school in the fall I do need to pay for housing. Man can't I live in a cardboard box and still be considered an upstanding member of society? JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is more good news to this post! I already have been offered another position with the teacher I currently work with. This does mean that I will no longer be working at cedar ridge, but I will be getting more hours (still the same great pay though! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always seems that whenever I can't go on anymore and whenever it gets to hard to continue, if I keep exercising my faith in the Lord everything works out!&lt;br /&gt;What a huge blessing this is to me and a huge boost to continue to be faithful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-4932425370031149751?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/4932425370031149751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=4932425370031149751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4932425370031149751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4932425370031149751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-mother-of-meat.html' title='SWEET MOTHER OF MEAT!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-1646811994745805994</id><published>2009-05-31T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:04:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life for me! DREAM BIG!</title><content type='html'>So on Saturday morning Mom, Ben, Maddie and I took a little road trip to Evanston Wyoming. I know random but Ben had found a table on KSL. Com that he wanted to buy. So we all packed into the truck and took a little road trip to check out this table. Evanston is only 78 miles away from our house so we were all up for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we didn't expect was the breath taking beauty that was in store for us! OH GOODNESS! The table was at a ranch off of country road 157. We turned down the road and it promptly turned into a dirt dug way! The scene out our windows was amazing, we had a entered into a little ranch valley. In translation we had entered heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the Sexton Ranch four miles down the road we were overwhelmed with the beauty of everything, and there in the middle of the yard was the table. (Which Ben promptly bought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but feel great delight at the ranch and the seclusion. And of course, like I have said previously, the beauty was enough to make a persons heart sing with joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, you ask "What, Helen, is the life for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this for quite some time now, I have always wanted to grow up become a cowgirl and own some property of my own. In the past year and a half I have let this dream rekindle! I really started to throw my upcoming idea around while coming home from a recent trip to Lake Powell. The drive down to Powell is almost as amazing as Powell itself...maybe! But there are some beautiful little ranches right up next to the road during that drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that I would need to marry a man who had this same dream as me. But I have come to the conclusion that this is my dream and I want to make it happen! So I am going to graduate with my degree (which will consist of a degree in Special Ed and FCHD and a minor in Ag science.) Move to a small town and hopefully get a job at a local school and buy up some land. Not much just thirty acres or a little bit more and have my own little ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to most of you are now thinking "Oh goodness Helen has really fallen of her rocker now!"&lt;br /&gt;But I assure you that I know what I am getting myself into and I know it will be hard. But I have  tasted a life where my dreams would not have been possible to come true. This is what I want. This is what I have always wanted. So this is what I am going to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is meant to be joyful! DREAM BIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-1646811994745805994?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1646811994745805994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1646811994745805994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1646811994745805994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1646811994745805994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-for-me-dream-big.html' title='The life for me! DREAM BIG!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-6720221962110673717</id><published>2009-05-28T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:18:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY WHAT!</title><content type='html'>I feel as though I have been the worlds worst blogger lately so I am going to find something really really interesting to write about...about my life...which is not very interesting right now. Im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never in the plans for me to not have an interesting life. Oh boy! It's like after you turn 21 your fun level starts to go down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I know what I will complain about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So financial aid is ridiculous! REALLY! who are they to tell me that I am not independent from my parents! For heaven's sake alive! I haven't been claimed by them since I was seventeen! I don't know what more they want from me! I am really at my wits with these people! There seems to be no way to charm my way with them! I am going to have to do major research and find out stuff! SAY WHAT! I know I am actually going to have to figure this out. There is no way I can continue going to school with out help...oh what to do what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current POA (Plan of action) is to call other institution in the state and find out their policy on independent status. I am also going to call the federal regulator...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole point of this story is that the government says that they will help you and then they just jerk your chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the beginning of my life with the government! IS THERE MORE TO COME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS EVER GOING TO END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT GOING TO BE LIKE THIS FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, if this POA dosn't work my next one is to continue to pray really really hard and have faith! At least then I know the out come will be what needs to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-6720221962110673717?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/6720221962110673717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=6720221962110673717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6720221962110673717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/6720221962110673717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what.html' title='SAY WHAT!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06563016096211046170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-164430652851762958</id><published>2009-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:21:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh goodness sunshine!</title><content type='html'>So have you ever noticed that when the sun is shinning it is just a better day! I love being able to walk up to campus in just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sweater&lt;/span&gt;! I love the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't done a post in a really long time...we will do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;synopsis&lt;/span&gt; of what my life has consisted of recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I have worn my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaco's&lt;/span&gt; to school almost every day this month! It has been so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;2-Started to date someone.&lt;br /&gt;3-Broke up with someone&lt;br /&gt;4-Realized that being single is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reestablished&lt;/span&gt; my love of cheese, Feta cheese on a spinach salad with raspberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt; dressing is so amazing! If you put olives and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crasins&lt;/span&gt; and almonds in it you will be in heaven! I promise!&lt;br /&gt;6-Do I have a sign on my head that says "PLEASE,PLEASE ASK ME OUT?!" Because I have been asked out more in the past two months than I have in my whole life...I must have a sign and I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;7- Wickedness never was happiness...I have see a display of this in my life, through the examples of others, and I know for 100% that it is true! Oh thank heavens for the gospel!&lt;br /&gt;8- As it turns out...walls do just jump out to get you!&lt;br /&gt;9-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KALAI&lt;/span&gt;! Oh man! he is so amazing! i love him to death! How have I lived in a world of music without him? Go and check him out if you haven't ever heard of him!&lt;br /&gt;10- I am so ready for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; to be over! Why is it that spring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; seems like it is so much longer than fall?! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;All is well that ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-164430652851762958?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/164430652851762958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=164430652851762958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/164430652851762958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/164430652851762958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-goodness-sunshine.html' title='oh goodness sunshine!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-568833676028991827</id><published>2009-04-03T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:27:24.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-568833676028991827?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/568833676028991827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=568833676028991827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/568833676028991827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/568833676028991827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-9150129390333858377</id><published>2009-02-28T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:29:18.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK!</title><content type='html'>Just a real quick up date...&lt;div&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is good, if not a little stressful, I shouldn't procrastinate half as much as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; is good. How blessed am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new apartment is amazing More than amazing! I love my roommates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ward is the best ward on the face of the planet! I love the people and the bishopric!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to snow board! More than anything! I forgot how much I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends are great! So so great! I am so happy that I have such amazing people in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes last but not least ladies and gentlemen, even boys are good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let this stew in your brains for a while...more to come at later date in time... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-9150129390333858377?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/9150129390333858377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=9150129390333858377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/9150129390333858377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/9150129390333858377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick.html' title='QUICK!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-228658562333568144</id><published>2009-02-18T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:26:21.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm...I got nuthin'</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written a blog for a while...this is due to the fact that I have really had nothing to say as of late...there are a couple of things that I have seen recently that I have found very very funny...I shall make a list of them...&lt;br /&gt;1) Roommate pictures on campus...I find this so lame. What bugs me even more is that it is always the girls who are like the cheerleader types. How is it that they all end up meeting each other and then living together? It must be a disease! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is taking over the world! Everyone is always on it! Including me! It can't seem to break the habit! I think it is of the Devil! Help me! I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a Disease, and I have it!&lt;br /&gt;3)What is up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the couples in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Junniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lounge! oh my gosh! I know they are taking over the world! I go in there to take a nap and all of the couches are being Monopolized by couples! And they are all over each other! Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;4) It must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;murphy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; law that I am always first Loser! Ha! Just kidding, but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; there is always someone else who is just a little bit better than me in ever aspect who wins...you know what I am talking about if you talk to me on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shall be more to come, I have to jet off to class! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (That is me jetting away!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Have you ever been walking behind someone and they totally fart! This just happened to me as I was jetting to class! Oh man it was super stinky but I couldn't help but laugh a little bit! How old am I again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for "Wicked"! I love this Musical. It is my favorite and I am sure that I have driven my Roommates insane by now. I listen to it all of the time! The best part of all of this is that I think they are starting to like it to! So now we go around singing songs from "Wicked" To each other all of the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Oh the joys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kilby&lt;/span&gt; Court! I had the amazing opportunity to go there on Valentines ( this shall have it's own bullet) with one of my best friends Christina and...the verdict is! Love isn't all bad. I have restored hope and faith in it! It took long enough! Man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)Valentines day is over rated. I obviously don't think that love is I just think that Valentines day is out there. Really, I don't want a stuffed bear shoved in a balloon. No thank you! I don't want chocolates, I just want a none commercialized holiday about love...what ever happened to door bell ditching valentine cards on peoples door step. Do people still do that? I loved that! I think I might go and do that some time later in the month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to all of you who ever bother to read this (Is there anyone out there?!) I don't want to exhaust my resources and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure this is a billion miles long...So I will save some material for later.&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/1879879949286219050-228658562333568144?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/228658562333568144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=228658562333568144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/228658562333568144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/228658562333568144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/02/ummmmi-got-nuthin.html' title='Ummmm...I got nuthin&apos;'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-7030835460519806310</id><published>2009-02-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:57:47.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world has gone MAD!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was in a gigantic hurry, I had to be somewhere at a specific time and I was running late. It was at this point in time when I realized that I still had to run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart to pick something up. I was really not happy about this but I knew that I had to do it. So I throw on some socks and shoes and grab my purse and I run out of the house. I was thinking that I could be there and back to my apartment in like 20 min. This my dear friends was a giant mistake! I get in my car and every horrible driver is on the road and they are all in front of me! I swear they were going 10 under the speed limit. They must have all been looking for a specific address or something. Not to mention the stop sign at 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, what civil engineer planed that out! It is so horrible, people put on there blinker when they are going straight and then don't when they are turning. and for whatever reason I don't think the citizens of Logan have figured out that even if you got there after the person to your side you can go straight at the same time as the person across from you! I know it is a novel idea! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and honestly everyone was stopping like every ten seconds! looking at something or just stopping to talk in the middle of the aisle, could they not tell I was in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I, I finally get out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and back into my car and I drive home, (once again following someone who was maybe lost.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story is, you can't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and be fast. It doesn't matter how fast you are going the people ahead of you will always have all the time in the world. This will of course drive you insane! But it's a rule of life and it has to happen.&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/1879879949286219050-7030835460519806310?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/7030835460519806310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=7030835460519806310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7030835460519806310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7030835460519806310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-has-gone-mad.html' title='The world has gone MAD!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-5965264288068420043</id><published>2009-01-20T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:27:22.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not a prince!</title><content type='html'>So if any of you have ever had an extensive conversation with me you know that I love all eight of my adorable Niece's and Nephew's! I can hardly stop myself from musing about them constantly to people! I think that they all are the greatest things since sliced bread! I always have so so much fun when I am with them. They brighten up my day every time I get to see any of them. I think that I appreciate them more than anyone else in my family, simply because I am the youngest so they all have become a replacement for the lack of younger Brothers and Sisters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became an Aunt at he age of 13 and I have loved every minute of it. My favorite is when the girls realize that they are girls so they get to do fun stuff like their hair and nails and play with Aunt Helen's make-up (oh goodness this is always an adventure and I never know that they have done it until they come up stairs with it all over their faces!) Sidney is the biggest at this. She loves loves loves pink and she loves to have me do her hair. I have put her to sleep a couple of times doing it. Oh the price we pay for beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have the sweetest Nephews in the world. What girl doesn't like to be told that they are beautiful. The boys are also fascinated with make-up and what not...we just don't let them put it on, but they all love to watch me put it on. (I would be lying if I said that I never put mascara on E or painted all of their nails, they are so so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt;!) this show, of me putting on make-up, without fail has resulted in them all telling me that i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt;! I love it! (does that make me vain?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...family, I love my family so much! What a huge blessing they all are to me! I will be forever grateful to all of them. They have all done huge giant things for me! Even the little ones and they don't even know it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love to do and hear and my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt; from my Nieces and Nephews:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eskimo Kisses with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill's crazy little hugs, that are totally random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tomo&lt;/span&gt; telling Beck "I not a prince Mommy! I don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Twon&lt;/span&gt; (crown) on my head!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly spraying butter into all the little kids mouths, she will be the president someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidney Exclaiming "SUNNY AGAIN!" at the filtered light that comes through the clouds in Seattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan asking why my hair is so white, and then 10 min later asking me why my room was so messy. (this story is pretty funny maybe I will tell it to you sometime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden being such a giant sweet heart! He is the nicest boy on the face of the planet, and he tells me all of the time that I am beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McKay and how we share a birthday and how he says how old he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was reading over this post with Cammie Jo and I realized that I totally forgot about Raegan! Oh that little girl is a life saver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see Cammie Jo with her and I realize how much I want to be a Mom someday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raegan lived with us this summer and she is so cute and girly! We painted her toe nails! Oh that was fun! Her sign language is awesome! She loves brownies! I love her so much! And I can't believe I forgot for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; are all great and there is much more I could share but I will leave it at that for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank Heavens for Kids and for Family!&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/1879879949286219050-5965264288068420043?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/5965264288068420043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=5965264288068420043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5965264288068420043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5965264288068420043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-prince.html' title='Im not a prince!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-1250690790282141108</id><published>2009-01-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:21:56.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...those good old days of Feeting?</title><content type='html'>Up here in Logan the weather is freezing cold! Wow walking to school is almost a death sentence. I ran out of clean socks today so I am wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaco's&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose my feet aren't that important to me. Neither is doing my laundry so there you have it. Speaking of feet; I, for some reason, thought that I had done a post about how the feet are the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unattractive&lt;/span&gt; part of the human body. I know that others would disagree, For instance some people would state that the lower back when it hangs out of someones shirt is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unattractive&lt;/span&gt; spot. I would have to say that this comes in may seventh of most unattractive spots. And it really all depends on the presence of a tramp stamp or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VTC&lt;/span&gt;. (If you don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VTC&lt;/span&gt; is I will tell you, just ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to feet, I have never in all of my years (the whole 21 of them)  heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; say "I think that feet are the most attractive part of the human body. Nope not once. It is just not something that people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet are very functional, I love my feet...they are a great source of balance. I hear that if you lose a toe you have to learn how to walk again. I don't know if that is true I don't know. I have had the fortune of never losing a toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Feet are not attractive, if you like feet would you please inform me so I can add you to my list of people with unique characteristics. This won't count against you FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-1250690790282141108?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1250690790282141108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1250690790282141108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1250690790282141108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1250690790282141108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhthose-good-old-days-of-feeting.html' title='Ahhh...those good old days of Feeting?'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-2918724398470867737</id><published>2009-01-04T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:25:58.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! My Top Ten!</title><content type='html'>1- Playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt; with my family. Which sounds super lame, but it was really gratifying to me that I beat my Brother Paul...He was been beating me at games for 21 years (in case you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know...this amount comes to my whole life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Getting See's chocolates with the girls. Oh goodness I LOVE chocolate, and See's are the best. Although I Must say that the little old lady's who helped us were not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I got to spend all of Christmas day with MY family! It was great! I haven't done that in two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I totally stomped on Cody in Monopoly! This was a sweet victory! If only you could have been there and seen the kind of attitude he was giving us. He had hotels everywhere! And we all kept landing on them. (Stupid dice!)  But do not fret my friends...due to some...Circumstances I WON! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I love winning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- We found out why Mom's toaster is so amazing! It has a whooping 1325 watts of power! Holy, I think we have found a new standard folks. I guess we can stop buying her a new on every year for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;... none of them could ever match up to the extreme amount of POWER that 32 year old toaster has. That's right! the toaster is 32 years old! My parents got it for their wedding. Who knew a toaster could last so long. And who knew that for safety reason they have stopped making them with such high wattage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-The crazy snow! I know that there is a ton of it all around us! But it was beautiful and amazing! I loved it! I wish that I would have made a snowman and had a snowball fight down in Salt Lake...I guess I will have to settle for those things in Logan...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oOoooOooOO&lt;/span&gt;! And maybe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snow fort&lt;/span&gt;! YES! I shall do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Remembering why Christina and I are best friends FOREVER! (Imagine this said in a ridiculous valley girl voice...it will make it better!) I love Christina and I am so grateful for the blessing she is in my life. It is good to know that we are always there for each other! What a huge blessing great friends are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Watching batman with my Niece and Nephews, I love Batman and I love them, so what is not to like here? HOLY BUCKETS BATMAN! (As said by Robin, Batman's every to trusty side kick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Having time to read a book! I have not read a book for leisure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; the fourth Twilight book came out (which, by the way, was a very dumb book and I wish that I hadn't wasted my time on it...the climax fell short. The main character, Bella, was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unentertaining&lt;/span&gt; and written weakly. Plus...she got it all...I was hoping that she would have to chose between some stuff...but no! She got it all! How lame!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- The opportunity I had to spend time with my parents...It was just me and them for a long time. And now it is back to that again and it was nice. I really really enjoyed it. I am so blessed to have the Parents that I have. I am my Mother in so many ways it is scary, but I am also my Dad it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of ways too. I am the ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;convergence&lt;/span&gt; of both of them, and I wouldn't want it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top ten for the Holiday season! In no particular order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2918724398470867737?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2918724398470867737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2918724398470867737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2918724398470867737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2918724398470867737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-my-top-ten.html' title='YAY! My Top Ten!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-135554894629643792</id><published>2008-12-31T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:56:15.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Buckets Helen! Movin' on to greener pastures</title><content type='html'>So I look back at the year and man! what a whirl wind! I am incredibly blessed, and I am looking forward to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; that the next year will bring! I hope everyone has looked back at the past year and noticed the good things out weigh the bad. I know they have for me! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;movin'&lt;/span&gt; "onward and upward." as President Spencer W. Kimball advised. I cannot stop and change the way things have gone so I might as well move on to greener &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pastures&lt;/span&gt; and learn from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-135554894629643792?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/135554894629643792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=135554894629643792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/135554894629643792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/135554894629643792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-buckets-helen-movin-on-to-greener.html' title='Holy Buckets Helen! Movin&apos; on to greener pastures'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-8446801202436449141</id><published>2008-12-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:53:53.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just practice...</title><content type='html'>So...I recently found out that I was just practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt; mostly hurt my pride...Just practice....what is that even supposed to mean? .&lt;br /&gt;So...life is back to being the same as it was before...which I way prefer right now.&lt;br /&gt; That was random...I know. I just thought I would let you know how lame some people are!&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that some people have such a lack of tact and common sense at the same time? It's a good thing it was nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I have really really bad luck...I guess I will take it as a sign and move to a remote mountain pasture and become a hermit... (If you know me at all you would know that this would not ever be possible! You might as well cut of my oxygen supply! I cannot live without other people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings said&lt;br /&gt;"It takes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to grow up and become the person you are meant to be." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness that is so true...life is hard and growing up and reaching your full potential is hard, but it is great as well and you become the better person for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other most recent favorite quote comes from Pres. Thomas S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the future&lt;br /&gt;Live in the present!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true so true...you can't change the past... you don't know the future and the only time you can make a difference in is RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Even if I was just practice! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-8446801202436449141?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/8446801202436449141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=8446801202436449141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8446801202436449141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8446801202436449141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-practice.html' title='Just practice...'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-7522287154253256864</id><published>2008-12-24T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:23:58.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue is NOT a Christmas color!</title><content type='html'>I don't care who you think you are! You need to stop putting blue lights on your house for Christmas! Are you aware of how ridiculous you look?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;, I always will. There is nothing you can do to change my mind. But, I was driving around Logan at the beginning of the season with my friend (who we so lovingly call Grandpa, I have asked him why I think a billion times by now and he just won't tell me. So I have stopped asking and I just accept it now.) Grandpa, I told him my opinion about blue Christmas lights, I shared with him the fact that blue and purple and orange are just not Christmas colors and therefore should never ever be used as such! EVER! At this point in time he so kindly pointed out at me that although blue is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; color, It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; color. This my dear friends has eased my troubled mind about blue Christmas lights, seeing as how now I just call them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say that if you have purple and orange lights up, you should take them down NOW! Those two colors are Halloween colors, and seeing as how that holiday is not for almost another 10 months you should stop using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;! They just look tacky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-7522287154253256864?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/7522287154253256864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=7522287154253256864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7522287154253256864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7522287154253256864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-is-not-christmas-color.html' title='Blue is NOT a Christmas color!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-1685752929090684090</id><published>2008-12-11T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:08:20.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know Why!</title><content type='html'>So my Mom calls me all of the time. And I love it! She is really one of my best friends. But lately she has been calling me and I answer and she says 'Oh shoot! I didn't mean to call you! I Meant to call Matt!" It is quite disgruntling. But what can ya do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-1685752929090684090?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1685752929090684090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1685752929090684090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1685752929090684090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1685752929090684090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know Why!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-7777551452634071482</id><published>2008-12-10T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:55:54.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vadar Is...AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in one of my english classes last week, wanting to die. (yes it really was that bad!) So my eyes were wandering amilessly around the room when I noticed on the desk infront of me someone had written, "Darth Vadar Is AWESOME!" and in little tiny letters someone had written between the is and awsome the word "Not" So it then read "Darth Vadar Is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AWESOME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this very amusing, it made the class bearable so I lived through it! YAY! Aparently I was not the only person to ever be bored in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I want to know...Is he or isn't he awesome? The answer wasnt' written on the desk...hmmm, go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-7777551452634071482?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/7777551452634071482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=7777551452634071482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7777551452634071482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7777551452634071482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/darth-vader-isawesome.html' title='Darth Vadar Is...AWESOME!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-8910181510398961161</id><published>2008-12-02T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:37:17.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RABBIT,RABBIT, RABBIT!</title><content type='html'>This was yesterday's post. But I never got to post it because I was distracted by homework. GO FIGURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my family we have this superstition. If, on the first day of the month, you say RABBIT, RABBIT,RABBIT! You will have good luck for the rest of the month. This superstition started with my Grandpa Morris's family. I assume that we have all been doing it since the dawn of time, but the first time I personally remember doing it was in the second grade. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; don't think that I have missed a month since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would like to attribute my amazing and wonderful and blessed life to this. But that would be a lie. And...today has been a horrible, rotten, no good, terrible day. (Have you read this book? If not I would highly recommend it!) Even though I said RABBIT RABBIT RABBIT before I rolled out of bed. So I was sitting here at a computer in the library...crying. which sounds so lame and stupid but really today has been really really bad! And it dawned on me that saying RABBIT RABBIT RABBIT at the beginning of the month is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like the Gospel. (you can count on me to make a connection between the two!) I  say RABBIT RABBIT RABBIT at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of each month  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; it will bring me good luck, I say it because it is something that has been part of my life for as long as I can remember.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel is very much the same way. I start everyday with a prayer, and end each day with a prayer. I go to the temple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; each week. I have daily scripture study. I don't do these things because they will bring me luck. I do these things because I know from experience that they are what make life bearable...they have become a daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; for me, much like saying RABBIT, RABBIT, RABBIT has become a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that they are what make my life great. As in matter in fact, I would have to say that I know these things are what have made my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; amazing! I know that without the Gospel principles I would be in a canoe with out a paddle. I would like to quote President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt; "Enjoy the Journey!" There is nothing else to do in life but enjoy. Be happy and count your many blessings. Further more, try and make the journey enjoyable for those you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;any sense&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-8910181510398961161?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/8910181510398961161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=8910181510398961161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8910181510398961161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/8910181510398961161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/12/rabbitrabbit-rabbit.html' title='RABBIT,RABBIT, RABBIT!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-7195894818429632190</id><published>2008-11-29T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:53:59.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up with my mouth!</title><content type='html'>I have an issue where I just let words come out of my mouth! I don't know why I do this, but is has been really really problematic lately. And it wouldn't be really that big of a problem except that I then feel this compulsive need to explain why that just came out of my mouth. This then results in me saying more stupid things, which then results in me digging myself a hole to China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH...I just can't seem to stop! Does anyone have any suggestions for  me? Really! I would like ot know them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-7195894818429632190?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/7195894818429632190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=7195894818429632190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7195894818429632190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/7195894818429632190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-up-with-my-mouth.html' title='What is up with my mouth!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-1189133461861281177</id><published>2008-11-28T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:43:53.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...I want a tree house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd0EIZFhdiI/STDmszxNHOI/AAAAAAAAABA/4yfvzvx1pw0/s1600-h/columbia+jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273968821136071906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd0EIZFhdiI/STDmszxNHOI/AAAAAAAAABA/4yfvzvx1pw0/s320/columbia+jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this Coat and I was looking at it online. I just assumed she was holding a snow board. And then I looked closer and I realized she is carrying a two by six with a bow on it. I don't know why. Maybe because she is going to make her own snow board. Or maybe she is going to build a tree house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OooOOOoooO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...my mom just pointed out to me that this could be a gift wrapped in brown paper. But I would have to say that i think it is still a board. If it is just a gift it takes all the fun out of the prospects of her building her own tree house!&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/1879879949286219050-1189133461861281177?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/1189133461861281177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=1189133461861281177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1189133461861281177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/1189133461861281177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-thei-want-tree-house.html' title='What the...I want a tree house!'/><author><name>Helen</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/_Gd0EIZFhdiI/STDmszxNHOI/AAAAAAAAABA/4yfvzvx1pw0/s72-c/columbia+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879879949286219050.post-4422662084268244724</id><published>2008-11-28T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:06:12.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy's...are stupid.</title><content type='html'>So...this post isn't going to be as horrible as most of you are thinking. As in matter in fact I hope that it is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I got married about nine months out of high school. And then divorced a year after that. This, my dear friends saved me the excruciating experience of ever having to date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; for real. My real world dating has included one person and one person only.I have now come to the conclusion that this makes me a dating retard and that dating sucks and boys are stupid. I have also come to the conclusion that boys also think that dating sucks and that girls are stupid. So the whole dating thing in life is, in general stupid. So what is to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my same dear friends about boys (I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of girlfriends who live in Salt Lake. And since that is where I am this weekend, I am hanging out with mostly boys and my family. That is my life... so I was getting the scoop on boys from all of them. I don't know if it helped or hindered me. You be the judge.) They explained to me that most boys don't really know what to do or know what they want. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; to them how confusing boys make everything. It always seems to me that boys want to play games. For instance...What is up with being hard to get? I don't understand that on any level. Do girls really have to play hard to get? UGH! I find that so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who know me well ,you know that I am a very straight forward kinda' girl. No playing games with me. I am loud and confident and strong headed. So I have always been the girl who freaks the guys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...boys are stupid and so are girls. So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; to this problem is stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; games, stop trying to save someones feelings. If you aren't that into them, tell them! The sooner the better. The longer you wait the worse it will be for both of you. Chances are they will still want to be your friend. It's like ripping a band aid off. The faster it is done the less it will sting. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...funny, I am allergic to Band-aid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;adhesive&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;? I think not!) And if you are into them, don't beat around the bush! Because according to my rules, they will either tell you that they are into you or they won't. And hey, you either gain someone to date or you gain someone to hangout with. This is a win win situation, I don't understand how this could not work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and for heaven sakes! you aren't going to die from a broken heart, as in matter in fact the heart is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;resilient&lt;/span&gt;, the pain goes away in after a little bit. Stop being so jaded! It makes life no fun and then no one will want to date you. Just go with the flow and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...lets all agree to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not play games&lt;br /&gt;2) If you aren't that into someone, tell them! They will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;3)If you are into someone, tell them! You will get over it if they aren't into you.&lt;br /&gt;4)Don't think that just because your heart hurts it's the end of the world. I promise to you that it isn't and that life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't be jaded! People won't want to date you if you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friends is how I think it should be. Wouldn't we all be happier? I know I would! Try to look for the good in life, it is always there. And I promise the less you spend thinking about you and more about others, and what you can do for others, your life will be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some members of my family have protested this post...they have told me that I should remove it. I figure I will make a disclaimer at the bottom of it instead. I don't hate boys, I honestly don't have and guile with anyone on the face of the earth or anywhere else for that matter. So if you get to the end of this post and you are thinking that I am the worlds most horrible unfeeling person ever, you are wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-4422662084268244724?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/4422662084268244724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=4422662084268244724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4422662084268244724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4422662084268244724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/boysare-stupid.html' title='Boy&apos;s...are stupid.'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-5047563063572271851</id><published>2008-11-28T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:00:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a day after Thanksgiving Miracle!</title><content type='html'>So the girls in our family are taking over. We are having a girls day! I know its a miracle. For those of you who have never met my mother this will make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no sense to you. So let me explain. My Mom is one of the hardest working women I have ever met in my life! Honestly, She can out work anyone any day.So this is generally what the women of our family do. Don't get me wrong, we have fun and we bond and have good times its just that, my Mom is also one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frugal&lt;/span&gt; people I have ever met. She can make Abe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; beg for mercy! So we don't go and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of things that cost money... any money. I like free things as much as the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;. As in matter in fact I would say that free is my favorite four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets move on to my Dad (don't worry this will all come together in end.) My Dad is one of the most amazing and fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; people in on the face of this planet. He, in general, doesn't let the worries of the world bog him down. My father also in general, has no real concept of money. He knows when he has some and he likes to spend it...I am my fathers daughter. ( I am also a Daddy's Girl but that is another story for another day.) So really my parents balance each other out very nicely. So...they boy's in our family often do fun things together like go golfing or go out to lunch or go and see a movie. This is contributed to my father not making Abe scream. (I hope you all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about a penny, not really a person.) But on the flip side... the men on our family are putting up a new fence today and my Mother is not supervising. So it is kinda' struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today a small day after Thanksgiving miracle has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;! All of the girls are going out to lunch! ITS A MIRACLE! For real! But first we had to take all of the Christmas decorations out of the attic. Mom tired to convince us to set up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; before we left. But we all prevailed upon her and told her no. I know that this seems like a small thing. But really in my family this is about as miraculous as it comes with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! My family is great! How blessed am I to have such amazing women in my life!? Heavenly Father knows really knows what we need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-5047563063572271851?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/5047563063572271851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=5047563063572271851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5047563063572271851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5047563063572271851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-day-after-thanksgiving-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a day after Thanksgiving Miracle!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-2539628129111065659</id><published>2008-11-27T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:39:51.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your many blessings! You won't be disappointed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in my life and in my family's  life over the past year. After Thanksgiving dinner we all were sitting around the table, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sufficiently&lt;/span&gt; stuffed because my mother is the worlds best cook) and Mom came up with the idea that we should all say the one thing that we are most grateful for. Talking about all of the wonderful things that have happened made this year seem so long! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; I do Feel like this year has flown by, so much has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;the list of things went as follows.&lt;br /&gt;Kurt was grateful for the new blessing that will be in there home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Becky was grateful for everything that she has. She has no complaints about any part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Dad said the same as Becky (I don't know if he was planning on saying it until she did but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the way it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. Those two are so much alike it is scary!)&lt;br /&gt;Mom mentioned her job and how much she loves it and the kids she teaches. She also mentioned how fun this summers was to have family home with her again.&lt;br /&gt;Ben was happy that Maddie and him both found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internships&lt;/span&gt; this summer pertaining to there degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie was ecstatic that she graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;I (Helen) am grateful for the temple and for my amazing family. For the love and the strength that they give to me. I know that I would not be where I am today without every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; love and support. What a huge blessing they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;Paul was grateful for him graduating and finding a job and a house and having an amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;Cammie Jo was grateful for the opportunity she has to be a stay at home mom and have a husband who supports that.&lt;br /&gt;Connie was grateful to be a Grandma and to have such an amazing son-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; who is respectful and kind hearted&lt;br /&gt;Granny was grateful for Aunt Susan coming back to the church and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; her endowments after 40 years of being inactive!&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was grateful for the temple&lt;br /&gt;That is where our grateful list ended. And I would have to say that I am grateful fro everyone of those things as well (except for the Mother and Grandmother part. Altough someday I do hope to be gratefulf for those as well!) What an amazing family I have! They really are my strength! I am so grateful for the opportunities that have been presented to me in my life. I have chosen the hard road, the decisions that I have made in my life are not the ones that fit my plans. But I look at how everything has turned out and I know that this is exactly the way my life is supposed to be. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt; has grown so much. Not only of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gospel&lt;/span&gt; as a whole but for every aspect of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gospel&lt;/span&gt;. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me! And I know now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; him by my side I can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens on accident. I was not born into my particular family by accident. I don't have such amazing friends on accident. The lord blesses us everyday! I have noting to be disappointed about!&lt;br /&gt;This year really has been one eventful year! Full of its ups and downs. but it would be a lie if i didn't admit that it has been the best year of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2539628129111065659?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2539628129111065659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2539628129111065659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2539628129111065659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2539628129111065659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-your-many-blessings-you-wont-be.html' title='Count your many blessings! You won&apos;t be disappointed!'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-5127171277888754415</id><published>2008-11-24T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:21:12.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of anything better...</title><content type='html'>So I don't really have a ton to blog about today. I mostly just want to write. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; to my own personal need, I have decided to make a list of things that I found amusing about my walk up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;campus&lt;/span&gt; this morning. We will see what comes from this. I have a feeling that this could be amusing!&lt;br /&gt;1- At the shuttle stop the guy (who, if I am going to be 100 percent truthful, I think is kinda cute.) who walked past me kinda smelled like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terriyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chicken. Which was just a little weird to me. I don't know if that is a good thing to smell like or a bad thing, I personally don't like to smell like food. But that is what I thought about him. I wonder if he is aware of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; scent. Maybe he does it on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;2- The shuttle driver is ridiculous! There are maybe eight different shuttle drivers for the route that I take, and he happens to be the driver of every shuttle that I get on. I don't know what is up with that but he has side burns that make me want to vomit! Who ever thought that side burns were a good idea? I don't know, but they must have hit their head pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;3-I always walk through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;student&lt;/span&gt; center on my way to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MWF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning classes. Mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it is cold outside by this time of year and I am stupid and I most often do not wear a coat that is warm enough. This is contributed to the fact that I am always hot when I wake up in the morning. Anyway, as I was walking out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this kid rides past me on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; scooter! You know, the ones with the really big wheels. An original scooter! It was great. I found myself feeling a tinge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4- I walked on a path that was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt; gift from the class of 1987, the year I was born. I walk on this path almost everyday,and this is the first time i have noticed the date on it . That path is 21 years old, how many people have walked on that path in 21 years. I don't know why but this really put life into perspective for me.&lt;br /&gt;5-And last but not least, of course it's not the least because it really is the most consistent thing of my walk. But there are two bumps on my walk that I trip over every time I walk past them! You think that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that they are there. But really, I am never fully awake when I walk to class anyway. So everyday I trip on them, pretend like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; happen and move on to trip on the next one. I stopped being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about it somewhere around the second time it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I actually have now turned it into a hop skip and a jump kinda thing. If you ever have the opportunity to see it I think you will be impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...yes that was my walk. It was great. What a huge blessing it is that I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be up here! I am so grateful for all that my Heavenly Father has done for me and given to me! What a blessing life is. No matter where you are at right now, just stop and think of all the things the lord has given you. He loves us all and desires that we are all happy in our lives. Strive to find the good in everyday things. Life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-5127171277888754415?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/5127171277888754415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=5127171277888754415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5127171277888754415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/5127171277888754415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-lack-of-anything-better.html' title='For lack of anything better...'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-2968966945333617787</id><published>2008-11-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:06:21.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH BOY! My roommates and I...Nuff said.</title><content type='html'>So...I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; a very interesting concept. Especially with girls. Don't get me wrong, I like all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt;. I get along with all of them in general, of course there are always those moments where you wish you could shove a sock in their mouths. But these moments are generally short and fleeting. But honeslty, who thought that it would be okay to send four girls from different life styles to live togther? That to me is just like sending at least one of them to a torture chamber! Luckily this is not the way it turned out in my aprtment. the ones who don't like each other just try to stay away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they have the unfortunate trial of living in the same room. I don't think that there could be two more opposite people on the face of this planet. And yet, fate would have it that they would share a room with each other. Oh curel cruel fate you strike again. Who knows what is to come of this. I just hope that I can continue to keep my sanity and not flip out on either of them at any given time in which they are bagging on each other to me. I have a funny feeling that this could quite possibly be a bad and detremental thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find me being the swizterland figure of the apartment, holding off the war and keeping the peace between the two of them. But, for what ever reason we have all been mushed together. Like a whole bunch of left over food thrown together in a really really bad looking casserol, but once you taste it, it kinda grows on you. Hmm... we are forced to live with each other until May. I hope we don't go moldy by then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-2968966945333617787?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/2968966945333617787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=2968966945333617787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2968966945333617787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/2968966945333617787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='OH BOY! My roommates and I...Nuff said.'/><author><name>Helen</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-1879879949286219050.post-4623040578906045115</id><published>2008-11-18T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:20:15.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, such as it is.</title><content type='html'>YAY! I haven't blogged on the old spot forever, plus I kinda wanted my own. So my life, such as it is, consists of trying to pass all of my classes right now.  I am having a BLAST up here at USU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to major in Special Education. For all of you who don't know, I work in as a life skills aide in a special ed class at a middle school up here. And I love it. I was debating between English and Special Ed. When one day I was sitting in one of my English classes. (We had been discussing Faulkners "The sound and the Fury" for like the fifty billionth time!) and it hit me right smack dab in the middle of my forehead, I thought "If I have to do this for the rest of my life, I will kill myself!" Don't get me wrong, I enjoy reading and writing, as im matter in fact it is one of my passions...but I don't think that I am really in love with it enough to do it for the rest of my life. True story.&lt;br /&gt;That is my update. Thats about as exciting as it gets right now for me. Well...not really, my life is an insane party all of the time and I love it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879879949286219050-4623040578906045115?l=helenshysteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/feeds/4623040578906045115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879879949286219050&amp;postID=4623040578906045115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4623040578906045115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879879949286219050/posts/default/4623040578906045115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenshysteria.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-such-as-it-is.html' title='Life, such as it is.'/><author><name>Helen</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>
