<?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-5024090668020180811</id><updated>2012-02-11T17:30:11.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bellows</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6028729271626193183</id><published>2012-02-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T08:26:33.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef... It's What's For Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night my lovely sister called me and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what the heck is with all this beef?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh Pinterest, why must you show everyone every single pin?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pinned like 10 things that just had the simple description of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Beef"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then had to explain that on my pin board I had only Chicken recipes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only like Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Shaine likes beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6028729271626193183?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6028729271626193183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6028729271626193183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6028729271626193183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6028729271626193183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2012/02/beef-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Beef... It&apos;s What&apos;s For Dinner'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7820699075174665375</id><published>2012-02-07T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:38:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Free to Skip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kYnkar8nSU/TzFvpUTVKQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jM4TQ72fePw/s1600/Peculiar+People.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kYnkar8nSU/TzFvpUTVKQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jM4TQ72fePw/s320/Peculiar+People.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night something interesting happened. A facebook status was posted concerning a question about Mormons. No one had answered when I checked back a while later so I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came MANY more questions, other friends of the person that posted had questions too. Some were hard to explain because I didn't want to feel as if I was lecturing or hinting that they should all join. I ran all of the answers by Shaine before I posted, making sure that I was giving a clear and honest answer about my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came a person who felt the need to post a video from Youtube where it twisted little bits of truth into lies. Lies that hurt my heart because of the information it said we believed. I don't understand why there are so many people who try and shed a bad light on us. I have NEVER&amp;nbsp;spoke ill of any other religion and I never will. I believe that we all have a right to choose what we will believe and I respect others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice that most of the other commentors were respectful towards me. I was happy to answer questions because I could tell that they were innocent and curious. No one tried to start arguements and I was grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.. I believe every bit of it with my whole heart. I do not claim to know everything, but that is where faith comes in and fills the gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing new going on lately. Very monotonous days of going to work, coming home, eating dinner, running errands, playing games :), and going to sleep. It's a nice routine, but it doesn't leave much to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7820699075174665375?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7820699075174665375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7820699075174665375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7820699075174665375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7820699075174665375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2012/02/feel-free-to-skip.html' title='Feel Free to Skip'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kYnkar8nSU/TzFvpUTVKQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jM4TQ72fePw/s72-c/Peculiar+People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6974700046526985377</id><published>2012-01-28T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:43:09.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Caves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7A-U32qMA/TySuJltVI8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/qTuvw6dlj20/s1600/CIMG0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7A-U32qMA/TySuJltVI8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/qTuvw6dlj20/s320/CIMG0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are some weirdos that I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acNrf-Og-Wg/TySuKTwRu2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/HsqMO-znkGw/s1600/CIMG0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acNrf-Og-Wg/TySuKTwRu2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/HsqMO-znkGw/s320/CIMG0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't like tight spaces very much, but the caves are really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, this kid goes into spots that he can only back out of while he is smushed in between two slabs of rock, he's psycho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rDRmLZIIk/TySuKx-VrHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RVWCDl6l90M/s1600/CIMG0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rDRmLZIIk/TySuKx-VrHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RVWCDl6l90M/s320/CIMG0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Checking out the nice mud on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv8c5_lMgxE/TySuLU-ENFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sVOOSoupVxA/s1600/CIMG0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv8c5_lMgxE/TySuLU-ENFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sVOOSoupVxA/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shaine shimmying up the cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r271Z59s7Fw/TySuMLMimqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/hjBRjRufLLc/s1600/CIMG0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r271Z59s7Fw/TySuMLMimqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/hjBRjRufLLc/s320/CIMG0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTqxcI61_qI/TySuZVaQHbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f9Uwj8f8dts/s1600/CIMG0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTqxcI61_qI/TySuZVaQHbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f9Uwj8f8dts/s320/CIMG0052.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though I went everywhere they did my body repels the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just that hott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfdObdQ9fcc/TySuaelAryI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5dPMedtGBkE/s1600/CIMG0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfdObdQ9fcc/TySuaelAryI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5dPMedtGBkE/s320/CIMG0055.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaine is pretty hott too.... but somehow after their swimming adventure he attracted more mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can watch the swimming adventure below... at your own risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: I thought all of the lights were off when the boys were taking off their pants, I was just supposed to point and record...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RRSRF792yM/TyGtQhkZtkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rDNNic6-a9U/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RRSRF792yM/TyGtQhkZtkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rDNNic6-a9U/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why yes, that is my demon kitten whom I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was laying on the floor because I have not been feeling so hot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of headaches and colds, it's winter you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways I'm laying there feeling miserable and I look to my left to see little scout doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was sympathizing with my misery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or perhaps, she was mocking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever the case I was cracking up for the longest time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she even held still enough for pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Here comes the mushy part, skip it if your stomach is weak*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaine is THE best husband in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knew how awful I felt and because of that he:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brought me home a bouquet of red roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaned the house (Including putting away that big basket of clean laundry pictured above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made me dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me drink an icecream float even though I am sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND he played card games with me for two hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(We actually do this every night, I know you might think we are lame, but we are awesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he let me watch all the TV I wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really am so spoiled and blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful for all of the blessings that Heavenly Father has given me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7425757198478983912?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7425757198478983912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7425757198478983912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7425757198478983912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7425757198478983912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-it-good.html' title='I have it good.'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RRSRF792yM/TyGtQhkZtkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rDNNic6-a9U/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2396262362036841363</id><published>2012-01-19T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:19:16.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Venting:</title><content type='html'>First of all, how am&amp;nbsp;I supposed to blog stalk interesting strangers if they go private? I would feel like a creeper asking for permission to read your blog when we both know I'm pretty much a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Why the heck do I dislike this one girl so much? Every time she comes around I want to punch her in the face and I have no legitimate reason. Ugh, if only I were more&amp;nbsp;tolerant&amp;nbsp;to people I dislike... Oh well, fake it till you make it I guess, it's not like I can get rid of her. Anyone else have problems like this? Because at this point I feel like I'm the only one that is this mean... and I feel like a horrible person for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Work is lame. I hope Sherry assigns me lots of files so I quit getting bored and having absolutely nothing to do. Being bored makes me much more tired than being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth-ly? Why am I being so moody today? I don't know, I can claim the fact that I am&amp;nbsp;a woman, but everyone who does that is lame. We all know that is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, I want to punch my kitten and tell her that&amp;nbsp;no, the scars from your mean claws will never go away and I will never get back that 30 minutes of extra sleep time you spent cuddling on&amp;nbsp;my face. But don't worry, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose I should end all of this on a happy note, because in reality I am so so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Shaine who is indeed the most perfect husband I could ever wish for. He is so amazing. I have a supportive and loving family. Even though I may not have lots of friends, nor may I be good at making friends, the ones that&amp;nbsp;I have are truly gems. I have a good job that isn't very stressful and that pays the bills. I also do love my kitten and the cuddling she gives me. AND I'm not living in a box, so there, my life is perfect :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2396262362036841363?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2396262362036841363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2396262362036841363&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2396262362036841363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2396262362036841363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-venting.html' title='Thursday Venting:'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-816333010463822796</id><published>2012-01-10T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:50:26.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Maturity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have typed up very long blogposts three times since my last post and have deleted them all. This is mostly&amp;nbsp;due to the fact that&amp;nbsp;I was ranting, they were boring or I just second guessed what information I really need to put on cyberspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never really gotten along with people my own age, I feel like we are too different and most of the time, I struggle to find someone who I feel I can relate to in my age group. I like to hang out with people a few years older than me (like Shaine or my lovely older siblings - don't worry, I like the younger ones too) or REALLY old people. They are oh so wise and I feel like they have&amp;nbsp;extra love to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't ever&amp;nbsp;considered myself mature in any way. Since I love a good definition, here is Mature:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; based on slow careful consideration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; having completed natural growth and development &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; of or relating to a condition of full development&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it interesting that none of these definitions include anything about behavior. Especially since most people only use mature to describe a persons personality or being. Lots of people have called me mature and I am not sure that I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, look at this face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYusPG7tsVI/TwyFg1A76VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cMqViqlGhio/s1600/150250_168882043140231_100000553082368_464251_4741089_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYusPG7tsVI/TwyFg1A76VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cMqViqlGhio/s320/150250_168882043140231_100000553082368_464251_4741089_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I do feel older than most people my age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is probably because I am married and&amp;nbsp;have done things&amp;nbsp;that I "should have waited on". But I feel it's right. And I will continue on making decisions that I believe are best for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided that I am a full 22 years young&amp;nbsp;in my brain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-816333010463822796?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/816333010463822796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=816333010463822796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/816333010463822796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/816333010463822796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-maturity.html' title='Oh Maturity...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYusPG7tsVI/TwyFg1A76VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cMqViqlGhio/s72-c/150250_168882043140231_100000553082368_464251_4741089_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3405764498863025864</id><published>2011-12-31T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:11:42.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many New Things I Have Learned This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most recently I learned how to edit blogger HTML codes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This really took some time, but it's nice to edit ANYTHING on my template)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned to play the piano better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that sometimes the small things that annoy you will turn into things that you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that you should sing and dance no matter who is watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that your hair can NEVER be "too big"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that sometimes children don't know any better, love them, teach them and be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that there is nothing better than having someone love you unconditionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned more about relationships, how to ruin them and then how to fix them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that the only friends you are guaranteed to keep forever are your family, I am so lucky to have mine. I couldn't ask for better best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that if you aren't paying attention you might just leave your keys on the outside of the front door, but no one will take them... (haha this happened TWICE! Once by Shaine and once by me. No one came in to "grab us")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that most always the "big situations and problems" aren't really anything to stress about it. Learn and do better next time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that being baby crazy bugs the junk out of people - I am trying to tone it down okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that hugs can fix anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that if you are a bad driver (like myself) your Heavenly Father and the Angels he gives you will help you to not die if you do your best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My New Years Resolution is to do my best and let the rest fall into place, because I know it will. This year has been full of blessings, laughter and love and even through the tough times, we figured it out. I'm so excited for the New Year and the new chance I get to better myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright guys, I love comments, I REALLY do, so comment what your resolution is and I will love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3405764498863025864?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3405764498863025864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3405764498863025864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3405764498863025864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3405764498863025864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/many-new-things-i-have-learned-this.html' title='The Many New Things I Have Learned This Year'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8505261123631080601</id><published>2011-12-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:47:13.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, there are quite a few photos in this post, but I think they make it all the more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZLm7-7hx0k/Tvy-p4VjDlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Cd_mvF_Lprs/s1600/403857_333169696711464_100000553082368_1227692_1324884911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZLm7-7hx0k/Tvy-p4VjDlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Cd_mvF_Lprs/s320/403857_333169696711464_100000553082368_1227692_1324884911_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shaine and I looking good in his santa hats from work, we are so festive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did some last minute shopping in these hats and I had to tell Shaine to quit moving due to the super annoying bell on the end of his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyCD4h2aLco/Tvy-rFJqRHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-NpENdQmmGY/s1600/399758_333169853378115_100000553082368_1227698_381617822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyCD4h2aLco/Tvy-rFJqRHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-NpENdQmmGY/s320/399758_333169853378115_100000553082368_1227698_381617822_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I explained that I love Pinterest right? Well this actually wasn't from Pinterest but it's on there now! This Peppermint White Hot Chocolate recipe was courtesy of &lt;a href="http://kandeej.com/"&gt;Kandee Johnson&lt;/a&gt;, I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a lot of fun home ideas and she is a fabulous make up artist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check her out sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YPmw08vbiQ/Tvy-sBqpYmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x9ykm0Qru4E/s1600/399222_333169756711458_100000553082368_1227695_947160692_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YPmw08vbiQ/Tvy-sBqpYmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x9ykm0Qru4E/s320/399222_333169756711458_100000553082368_1227695_947160692_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is a story about these stockings, and I am going to write it out for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, Shaine's mom filled stockings for us, so we had to get Shaine a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found this nice green one but I wanted to personalize it so my wonderful mother helped me sew on letters. I had a little red stocking from my parents house and when I took it over to sew on letters my mom traded me for this awesome fancy one above, Rachael had made it for her, but my mom said that my little red stocking just would not do and made me trade her. The letters are not so apparant on mine but they are there. Thank you Rachael for the BEAUTIFUL stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yurriEDDD2c/Tvy-tLTOWPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sSrv86FMSUI/s1600/395473_333169866711447_100000553082368_1227699_1876702037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yurriEDDD2c/Tvy-tLTOWPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sSrv86FMSUI/s320/395473_333169866711447_100000553082368_1227699_1876702037_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shaine made me wait until morning to open my presents, which I personally thought was REALLY lame, I mean, being married means opening presents at midnight, right? I had a really hard time sleeping since I was so excited for Shaine to open his presents. I got a lovely bike, pictured above. We like to try and exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDN51hVr7CY/Tvy-uEOyAsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OkhgLK156zQ/s1600/378432_333169980044769_100000553082368_1227702_1535683360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDN51hVr7CY/Tvy-uEOyAsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OkhgLK156zQ/s320/378432_333169980044769_100000553082368_1227702_1535683360_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boys will be boys right? I had to get this game for Shaine as a request from the boys on BOTH sides of the family, everyone kept telling him he needed to get a copy and I just wanted to yell "quit it! it's already under the Christmas tree OKAY?" I'm so glad he is a good husband and doesn't play when I am home, I try to get him to sometimes but he insists that he doesn't want to just leave me alone to do chores and such while he plays a game. I'm so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HZMvyWU8IU/Tvy-uk5tQkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ksACBV1oJUI/s1600/393930_333170020044765_100000553082368_1227703_1161143771_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HZMvyWU8IU/Tvy-uk5tQkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ksACBV1oJUI/s320/393930_333170020044765_100000553082368_1227703_1161143771_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright, hate on me if you want but I love the glee music. So sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFBTL_GGgEQ/Tvy-wOV7BYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tOYZ5WpN-70/s1600/408556_333169950044772_100000553082368_1227701_639266163_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFBTL_GGgEQ/Tvy-wOV7BYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tOYZ5WpN-70/s320/408556_333169950044772_100000553082368_1227701_639266163_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was just a funny gift for Shaine, he loves monkeys and he has a collection. He saw this at Fry's and got really excited but I pretended not to notice. Little did he know I went back by myself and got it. I got the best looks walking around a grocery store with JUST this monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jP64I14AyU0/Tvy-0bmmeeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ah-vV4lNBBE/s1600/407268_333170196711414_100000553082368_1227704_1724606593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jP64I14AyU0/Tvy-0bmmeeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ah-vV4lNBBE/s320/407268_333170196711414_100000553082368_1227704_1724606593_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new piano, it will take some getting used to, especially since it's not a full set of keys. BUT I love to play and this will keep my fingers nimble. Shaine was so thoughtful to get it for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this was one of the best Christmases I've ever had. I love to spend so much time with the family and just be close to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to think of some New Year's resolutions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-8505261123631080601?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8505261123631080601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8505261123631080601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8505261123631080601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8505261123631080601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZLm7-7hx0k/Tvy-p4VjDlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Cd_mvF_Lprs/s72-c/403857_333169696711464_100000553082368_1227692_1324884911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-748226343954441072</id><published>2011-12-20T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:00:57.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>I blogged about a nail design that I was so excited to try yesterday and somehow my post disappeared? How bizarre! Regardless, it did not turn out and I was pretty distraught. I was pretty excited after all! Shaine says we will have to try with a different newspaper, he knows I'm determined to get this to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am counting down! Only THREE days until Cristal comes home and all of my sisters will be in Mesa! HAPPY TIMES! Aaaand only &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;more days until Christmas!!! Oh goodness I am so excited!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Shaine's mom how I dislike getting gifts, she really didn't understand my anxiety because she finds it VERY romantic to give gifts. However, somewhere along the line I developed this crazy complex that people should NOT give me gifts. It makes me feel uncomfortable and I feel as though they are making too much effort for something for me. I am a simple girl with simple needs and I don't need much to make me happy. It has been hard for me to get used to gifts but FINALLY I think I am getting a little better. I still get very anxious about not knowing what things are and&amp;nbsp;I don't like surprises (I think that this anxiety stems from me having issues with not having a plan or not knowing every detail or something that is going to happen. That's a toughy for me). Which is very difficult since Shaine is the master of surprises!&amp;nbsp;I am slowly getting better about this and it's nice to be making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like a psycho yet? I feel like I just summarized my own "Reason for Admission" papers to a hospital. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, pretty much I'm dang excited for Christmas, I think that the gift giving this year has been way easier to figure out than Christmases past and I feel very stress free! I even got Shaine's stocking stuffers planned out! I can't wait to spend lots of time with my family and to remember my savior as the reason for this Holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-748226343954441072?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/748226343954441072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=748226343954441072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/748226343954441072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/748226343954441072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-41121724430349002</id><published>2011-12-16T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:52:38.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of my Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been extra blessed, and I mean REALLY blessed, in particular&amp;nbsp;I recently had a new job opportunity! In addition to being a law assistant I am now a short sale processor! Heavenly Father has blessed Shaine and I so much and we will have much more money to save for our house when we move next September! Every file I close I get a bonus and once I am fully trained I will be closing about 10 files a month. I can also do all of this work from home, so eventually, when I decide to have babies I can stay and do this work at any time of day. My heart is full with gratitude for this and all my other blessings. It is really technical work and some of it gets confusing and discouraging but I think once I do a few I will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did you know there are only nine more days until Christmas??? I'm so excited. I love this time of year and I love being with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4qFs6-UgbY/TuujHLqZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAT4/G5Z8f75PdEY/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4qFs6-UgbY/TuujHLqZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAT4/G5Z8f75PdEY/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In other news, we got our kitty last Friday! She&amp;nbsp;is a sweetheart and&amp;nbsp;she is also a turd. When I first picked her up she cried for the 20 minute drive and when we got home she ran under the couch and cried some more. Poor thing was just so terrified to be taken away from her mommy and brothers and sisters -she was the first to go-. Thankfully, now she is more comfortable. She will only sleep right between Shaine and I and she is awake and ready to play at 5:00 am. She is really sweet and you can tell by how she always wants to be with us that she does in fact love us and hopefully she will get more cozy and a little more independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3unng7V3bjk/TuujHzM-CEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XBXmDS2g_gU/s1600/securedownload1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3unng7V3bjk/TuujHzM-CEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XBXmDS2g_gU/s320/securedownload1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally learning how to cook new things. I have been recycling the same meals every two weeks, which I don't have a problem with but I'm sure Shaine was feeling the monotony. Above is pictured my most recent adventure in cooking, home made baked taquitos! We tried both corn and flour tortillas and they actually turned out really good! Plus they are super easy which is a big thing for someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Shainey is sick... I guess we are going to trade off with being ill so we can take care of one another. I am glad we aren't sick together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-41121724430349002?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/41121724430349002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=41121724430349002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/41121724430349002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/41121724430349002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-of-my-wonderful-life.html' title='Update of my Wonderful Life'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4qFs6-UgbY/TuujHLqZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAT4/G5Z8f75PdEY/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-716604418806886785</id><published>2011-12-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:04:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I feel this overwhelming sense of love for my sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_UPRaEVo8E/Tt_T-8ox0UI/AAAAAAAAATU/xTFImQUGryo/s1600/5sisters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_UPRaEVo8E/Tt_T-8ox0UI/AAAAAAAAATU/xTFImQUGryo/s320/5sisters.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thoroughly convinced that my sisters are the most amazing, strong, talented women in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have a unlimited capacity for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all include each other and reach out if we haven't talked or seen one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are strong enough to overcome any challenge given to them, and with a smile on their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They call, text, facebook, or visit me often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all share our secrets and know that they will keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are always encouraging and helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always have fun together and we have lots of inside jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They give the best hugs in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will drive over in the middle of the night to wipe away your tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all work harder than any other women that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are intelligent and talented in so many different areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are patient and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will listen to your complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They help you with your problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are all selfless and try to help when they are needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They forgive and forget easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they are so so so much more than all of that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart fills with joy that I am blessed with my sisters and the love and friendship that we all have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't imagine my life without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also love my brothers, but we all know they wouldn't appreciate my mushy rantings, I'm not even sure that my sisters will hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, this is my Christmas tree. Only after we had all of our ornaments on did we realize that we need to get more, the tree is slightly naked, so look on with caution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtBc0YhXaH4/Tt_T_ftm1jI/AAAAAAAAATc/eGMJpTKWRVU/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtBc0YhXaH4/Tt_T_ftm1jI/AAAAAAAAATc/eGMJpTKWRVU/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you it was pretty naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-716604418806886785?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/716604418806886785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=716604418806886785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/716604418806886785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/716604418806886785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_UPRaEVo8E/Tt_T-8ox0UI/AAAAAAAAATU/xTFImQUGryo/s72-c/5sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2948753057191367847</id><published>2011-12-06T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:27:38.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was supposed to be a post of our beautiful real tree, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decked out with lights and ornaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking real good in our apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT ALAS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walmart is lame and we accidentally bought lights that only had a plug on one side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me this, &lt;em&gt;Walmart, &lt;/em&gt;How in the world are we supposed to put lights on our tree when our strands won't plug into each other?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's coming along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slooowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures will be posted tomorrow I hope, I will cross my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other Holly jolly wonderful Christmas news, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have finished all of my shopping for Shaine. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like such an overachiever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now just to knock all the exchanges outta the way and it will be easy going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, Christmas time is not good for working.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot focus whatsoever and have been a hobo the past two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anyone else feel as excited as I do?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I want you to leave a comment with the best stocking stuffer you ever got... Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2948753057191367847?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2948753057191367847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2948753057191367847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2948753057191367847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2948753057191367847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2513226276833712624</id><published>2011-11-30T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:00:49.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story of the Week:</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that I am a big sleep talker. In fact, when I was younger, I used to scream and sob in my sleep as well, it was not very pleasant for my poor mother who would have to rush to my bedroom, lift me into her arms and rush me to the other end of fthe house so that I would not wake the other children. I have had vivid nightmares ever since I can remember, but they have been better as of late and there have been only a few incidences when I have woken Shaine up with my nonsensical sleep rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, a few days after black friday shopping, I started to hear myself talking. Mind you, I was deep asleep still so I couldn't understand what I was saying, I just knew that my mouth was making noise, then I heard myself say BlackOps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered my mouth with my hand as soon as I was coherent. Shaine woke up to my talking and said "Black Ops?" The damage was done. This was on my list of things to get him for Christmas, I made him sit down and tell me twenty things that he wanted so that I could get him something he really wanted but also surprise him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad day when you disclose Christmas surprises in your sleep,&amp;nbsp;it's a good thing that&amp;nbsp;I have a couple of other ideas under my belt. I just have to be careful since Shaine is now plotting to set his alarm clock to 3 o'clock every morning and question me about anything he wants to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2513226276833712624?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2513226276833712624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2513226276833712624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2513226276833712624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2513226276833712624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/funny-story-of-week.html' title='Funny Story of the Week:'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1496810440952918922</id><published>2011-11-28T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:56:44.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaine and I have decided to adopt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a couple weeks old and super cute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I hear she is a playful sweetheart.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVN4Pybyla8/TtQIb4m75dI/AAAAAAAAATM/oPoMuz8eN2k/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVN4Pybyla8/TtQIb4m75dI/AAAAAAAAATM/oPoMuz8eN2k/s400/securedownload.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The real story is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night as I was browsing facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I'll admit I am slightly/extremely addicted, I blame boredom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw that my old choir pianist posted some new pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of five adorable tiny kittens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I showed Shaine and asked him if I could have it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(This was halfway joking, I refuse to let him get a dog so me getting a kitten is really unfair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But he said yes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We get to go get her on December 10th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited because I am going to teach her to be cuddly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Shaine will teach her to be a beast like Pinto and Ducky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now comes the dilemma of naming this sweet girl :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1496810440952918922?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1496810440952918922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1496810440952918922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1496810440952918922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1496810440952918922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/adoption.html' title='Adoption?'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVN4Pybyla8/TtQIb4m75dI/AAAAAAAAATM/oPoMuz8eN2k/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8859926062043791344</id><published>2011-11-23T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:46:59.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that I have had 4,798 views of my blog since I got one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People in these countries have looked at my blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;United State: 4,227&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iran: 122&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Germany: 59&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Latvia: 50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;South Korea: 43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;United Kingdom: 35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Canada: 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ukraine: 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Japan: 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;India: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy cow right? What the heck is with 122 people in Iran. Stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also proud to say that 89% of the views of my blog were done from a PC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most Viewed post? When I got engaged to my sweet sweet husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting stuff to know :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad to see a dark green Alaska, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That means my Auntie Brenda loves me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-8859926062043791344?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8859926062043791344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8859926062043791344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8859926062043791344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8859926062043791344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/stats.html' title='Stats:'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7300691654580964349</id><published>2011-11-19T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:01:44.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm never very good at remembering moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if they are very significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck I don't even know where I set the dustpan after I put it down 30 seconds ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I will tell you about my lucky day yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I almost bought a lottery ticket I felt so lucky!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I logged on to my e-mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won a $50 gift card to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vintagerosewraps.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scope it out, they are adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came upon this blog that gives something away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every. Single. Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7300691654580964349?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7300691654580964349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7300691654580964349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7300691654580964349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7300691654580964349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-30-moment.html' title='Day 30: A Moment'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3774566351423936585</id><published>2011-11-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:03:55.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: My Aspirations (Almost done with this!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Definition of Aspiration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;desire,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;longing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;aim;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;ambition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span name="hotword"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;a goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;objective&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;desired:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;3: act&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;aspirating;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;"&gt;breath.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I breathe every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just kidding guys,&amp;nbsp;my aspirations seem very far off and difficult, even though I know that they really aren't. I aspire to be a Ultrasound tech. First of all, who doesn't like making bank??? They average at 30 bucks an hour. Secondly, how fun would it be to show new mommy's their first look at their baby?! Of course, I know I would also be looking at bursting spleens and appendices and other organs of that area, but lets be real, looking at growing babies all day would be pretty legit. So that brings me to the step below my ambition. My goals... ugh, to start college is really intimidating to me. I need to see if I can qualify for a grant, I need to take off work to test, I need to figure out how I am going to take my classes, I need to do so many things. BUT I know that it won't be that difficult because you only need an ASSOCIATES to be an ultrasound tech. Cool huh? Still, I have to try and get into some online classes in January. I'm thinking of knocking some math out.. that will be the toughy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Almost done with this 30 day challenge! Then I can go back to posting once a week... or even once a month! First post for after the challenge, my awesomely decorated bedroom. Thanks to my lovely sisters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3774566351423936585?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3774566351423936585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3774566351423936585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3774566351423936585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3774566351423936585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-29-my-aspirations-almost-done-with.html' title='Day 29: My Aspirations (Almost done with this!)'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-5398418683661281801</id><published>2011-11-17T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:47:23.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28: Something I Miss</title><content type='html'>When you get married, you work all day and then you go home and hang out with your husband. I'm not complaining about this fact, Shaine is my very best friend and I would be content to spend every minute of the day with him. HOWEVER, I miss my ladies. I miss hanging out once a week or at school and singing loud in my car. I miss going out to lunch and teasing them about boys. I miss being the one they would come over to or call when they were feeling down or if they had a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having Fridays off! What a life I had in high school hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing the piano. I miss dancing until my feet wanted to fall off. I miss being spontaneous with all my plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days feel so monotonous. And believe me, I am still deliriously happy since I have THE most amazing husband in the whole world who makes my life worth living. But I still miss all the little things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-5398418683661281801?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/5398418683661281801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=5398418683661281801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5398418683661281801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5398418683661281801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-28-something-i-miss.html' title='Day 28: Something I Miss'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6712033699028973767</id><published>2011-11-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:20:54.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: My Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite place has always been anywhere up north. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to camp and roll around in the dirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to hike in the fresh air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how it is always cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how you get to get closer with those you are with since there are no distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the beauty of God's creations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the smell of the trees and the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Disneyland for sure comes in second :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6712033699028973767?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6712033699028973767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6712033699028973767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6712033699028973767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6712033699028973767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-27-my-favorite-place.html' title='Day 27: My Favorite Place'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2421777985602643321</id><published>2011-11-15T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:41:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: My Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I have all the petty fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like cockroaches *cringe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A killer coming into my house while I am alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I have the ones that I don't think are that petty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like being a bad mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failing to teach my children all the things they'll need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failing as a wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaine dying young (don't laugh at this one, that's legit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People disliking me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and yes I know that many will dislike me along the way, but nonetheless, I still fear their hate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2421777985602643321?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2421777985602643321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2421777985602643321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2421777985602643321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2421777985602643321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-26-my-fears.html' title='Day 26: My Fears'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3346699179837907412</id><published>2011-11-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:23:15.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: A First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one will be extra hard since I've had a lot of firsts lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got married for the first (and last!) time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my car towed for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my first full time job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my first church callings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Primary teacher and dance instructor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I can think of.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think these 30 days get more boring as it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3346699179837907412?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3346699179837907412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3346699179837907412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3346699179837907412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3346699179837907412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-25-first.html' title='Day 25: A First'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2371854832134050467</id><published>2011-11-12T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:53:52.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: Something That Makes Me Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no tears!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mwah hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2371854832134050467?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2371854832134050467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2371854832134050467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2371854832134050467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2371854832134050467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-24-something-that-makes-me-cry.html' title='Day 24: Something That Makes Me Cry'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2756747800673277307</id><published>2011-11-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:48:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: Something That Makes Me Feel Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, my dad saying I have issues definitely doesn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahah just kidding! (I know how you love those words daddy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a great post to have after the last one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a "shut up, stop complaining and feel grateful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Children that laugh and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shaine kissing me awake every morning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sisters calling randomly just to chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A cold Dr. Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My in-laws shoving a mini turkey inside a big one and telling everyone it was pregnant. hahahaha some of the girls refused to eat it until they realized that Turkeys lay eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shaine's love notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chocolate milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Singing at the top of my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dancing in the rain -and every where else-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doing myself up to look extra pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting a new duck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My family and friends in general﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2756747800673277307?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2756747800673277307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2756747800673277307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2756747800673277307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2756747800673277307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-23-something-that-makes-me-feel.html' title='Day 23: Something That Makes Me Feel Better'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-741787745764991210</id><published>2011-11-09T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:58:30.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: What Upsets Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One time at driving school the instructor said that AZ has the worst drivers in America, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because AZ is a melting pot of bad driving habits from tons of different states. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just recently I have been getting the worst road rage from people driving dumb, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where did all the common courtesy go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if I EVER see one of you merging from the middle lane into traffic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be prepared to be punched by this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other things that upset me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When my tiny apartment is dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I hear people being rude to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When people swear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My tempermental stomach that likes to constantly feel sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all... I know, I have a long list. I really had to think about those too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-741787745764991210?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/741787745764991210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=741787745764991210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/741787745764991210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/741787745764991210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-22-what-upsets-me.html' title='Day 22: What Upsets Me'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2799388164031172083</id><published>2011-11-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:47:55.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Another Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the scary moment that my calling became real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got all the information for the dance festival! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, me, having to teach 12 and 13 year olds their dance festival stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny that they called Shaine too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially since its just the little girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing a 20's flapper dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will dress him up I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it will be fun, I don't know how many youth we have in our ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It certainly isn't very many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our ward is simply Newlyweds and Nearly deads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With WAY more nearly deads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hopefully it will be fun, I don't have to start teaching until March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2799388164031172083?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2799388164031172083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2799388164031172083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2799388164031172083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2799388164031172083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-21-another-moment.html' title='Day 21: Another Moment'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3375175309354091037</id><published>2011-11-07T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:48:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: This Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MONTHS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all I get 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Count 'em. 1..2...3!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days off of work! I am so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, it is my favorite Holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has all the joy of meeting with family except...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't feel super broke when it's over like I do at Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3375175309354091037?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3375175309354091037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3375175309354091037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3375175309354091037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3375175309354091037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-20-this-month.html' title='Day 20: This Month'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1330902937282750869</id><published>2011-11-07T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:46:37.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Something I Regret</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I forgot to write this yesterday, but now that I look at the title it would have been a fitting day to write this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret many many things, opening my mouth when I shouldn't, saying mean things about others, things I have done wrong -even though these things have made me into who I am today-, but yesterday I regret that I was so grumpy with everyone and that I took it out on poor Shaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no reason for my grumpiness and I know better than to act that way especially around my sweet husband who will look at me and just assume he did something wrong. He worries a lot and when I give him a reason to be worried he looks over everything he did that day and picks it apart to see what he has done wrong. So I went and crawled in bed like a mean grumpy monster and told him to go out and play games or something beause I knew he wasn't tired, and he did that and when he finally came in he read the whole chapter of scripture that we were on because I was being a grumpy head. Oh I do regret yesterday and I know Shaine will forgive me quickly because he is great and always does, but I guess that is one thing that I will have to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1330902937282750869?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1330902937282750869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1330902937282750869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1330902937282750869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1330902937282750869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-19-something-i-regret.html' title='Day 19: Something I Regret'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-4855109253040854166</id><published>2011-11-05T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:50:18.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: My Favorite Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been a birthday person, I don't like to be center of attention and it makes me uncomfortable when others spend money on me. I just like to meet together and eat cake :) even though I don't even like cake haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I would have to say my 17th was the most memorable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kVuyAEeioM/TrYDyvYLK6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/87UqgYSQlSc/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kVuyAEeioM/TrYDyvYLK6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/87UqgYSQlSc/s320/17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I woke up in a hotel that we were at for a young women conference (Time To Blossom), which was awesome, to a call from my daddy singing me happy birthday! Then after my mama picked me up someone drove me out to Cecily's house with Mae where we did facials and made some awesome lotion and gave presents to each other (Our birthdays are all in June)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuaYu_BvRzA/TrYDpG0mDBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4IW9rhmuhJ0/s1600/GI+Joe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuaYu_BvRzA/TrYDpG0mDBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4IW9rhmuhJ0/s320/GI+Joe.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Shaine picked us up and gave me my G.I. Joe that he built for me along with a gorgeous heart bracelet. What a sweetie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we later had an awesome family party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-4855109253040854166?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4855109253040854166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=4855109253040854166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4855109253040854166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4855109253040854166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-18-my-favorite-birthday.html' title='Day 18: My Favorite Birthday'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kVuyAEeioM/TrYDyvYLK6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/87UqgYSQlSc/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6311192641001366782</id><published>2011-11-04T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:43:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: My Favorite Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;a hard one, I have a ton so I'm going to name a bunch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cristal and I car dancing with creepers signaling their phone numbers to us while we drive on the freeway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katt and I laughing in the ocean when she was big and pregnant and we had swam in some cheap tubes past the waves. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia and I laughing while we play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachael lovingly teaching me to play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pauly and I procrastinating my essay while we read thousands of MLIA's (back when they were about more than ninjas and Harry Potter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaine proposing to me while I was grumpy for being out shooting :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dawn and I lifting a Christmas tree with an extension cord laughing so hard it made it more difficult to get it up there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam driving extra fast with me in the car and my hair blowing in the wind (this was a looong time ago.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maelani and I reading each others palms in her bath tub.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe and I dangerously dancing with a curling iron while getting ready for suessical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mama hugging me while I cried after feeling extra rejected by the youth in my ward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daddy saying I love you :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and I watching early morning cartoons and seeing an Even Stevens episode that started an inside joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Shaine and I first kissed :) it was really romantic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, this morning when I went to my car and found a blank envelope. Hoping it was something crazy like a killers note so I could have a good story, I opened it slowly to build up the suspense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was better than I imagined. It was a sweet love not from my amazing perfect husband. I don't know what I would do without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6311192641001366782?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6311192641001366782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6311192641001366782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6311192641001366782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6311192641001366782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-17-my-favorite-memory.html' title='Day 17: My Favorite Memory'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-4461038704564077313</id><published>2011-11-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:00:25.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: My First Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0wZrH-v4dw/TrK4q5vEbKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WUw89GvoKAo/s1600/VJ-Day-Kiss-famous-kisses-2799413-600-897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0wZrH-v4dw/TrK4q5vEbKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WUw89GvoKAo/s320/VJ-Day-Kiss-famous-kisses-2799413-600-897.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew this would be a weird one to write about, especially since my first kiss was not Shaine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, he was number 7 :) Lucky number eh? Okay, here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine a little gangly girl who has some low self esteem, all of her friends are gorgeous and boys always flirt with them and they all have boyfriends. But she does not, boys don't take a second glance at her, she feels ugly and has been told so by many&amp;nbsp;rude boys ever since she was young.&amp;nbsp;However, she is happy, she is outgoing and -I have to admit-&amp;nbsp;she is&amp;nbsp;really weird sometimes, and she doesn't see anything wrong with being herself and would never change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a tall sweet boy who tells her she is beautiful, makes her feel like she is special. He hugs her tight every now and then and becomes one of her close friends. They share secrets and she tells him all of her regrets and dreams and he does the same.&amp;nbsp;He is always kind to her, never makes the rude jokes she has thrown at her since elementary. And then one day&amp;nbsp;he says he wants to kiss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little gangly girl freaks out a little bit, but she doesn't want to seem uncool right? She says she wants to kiss him&amp;nbsp;too but she&amp;nbsp;is really sick, her lips are chapped for heavens sake! But he doesn't care, he just wants to kiss her. So one day after school he gives her a hug goodbye and plants a little innocent kiss right on her lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits... aren't there supposed to be fireworks? What about my foot, did it pop? Where is the romantic music that is supposed to play??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had a delirious notion that first kisses were supposed to be the best ones, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best ones are from Mr. Shaine! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good day! Especially you Cristal! Happy birthday to my awesome sister who will always car dance, sing duets, and party with me! I can't wait till you come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-4461038704564077313?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4461038704564077313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=4461038704564077313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4461038704564077313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4461038704564077313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-16-my-first-kiss.html' title='Day 16: My First Kiss'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0wZrH-v4dw/TrK4q5vEbKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WUw89GvoKAo/s72-c/VJ-Day-Kiss-famous-kisses-2799413-600-897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2273087817274284845</id><published>2011-11-02T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:48:52.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been a girl with wild imaginative dreams. I am too realistic for those I think. If you would have asked me this question five years ago it would have been to be on Broadway and sing for the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now my dreams are much more simple, I dream of a little house with a porch swing, maybe even a white picket fence. I dream of a flower garden with the most beautiful things you've ever seen. I dream of having some tiny little angel from heaven growing in my belly, just waiting to come here and meet&amp;nbsp;her new family. I dream of staying at home and caring for my children and being the best wife that I can be. I dream of being adventurous and courageous, instead of shy and fearful. I dream of having children that will love me back, and that will also love the gospel and the standards it teaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of a realistic future that will someday come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2273087817274284845?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2273087817274284845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2273087817274284845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2273087817274284845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2273087817274284845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-15-my-dreams.html' title='Day 15: My Dreams'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6071275452528918385</id><published>2011-11-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:33:13.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: What You Wore Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddz0A-sfC1g/TrAQrpznIuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wT_EdPLmcHE/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddz0A-sfC1g/TrAQrpznIuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wT_EdPLmcHE/s200/securedownload.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive the extra blurry picture... Our REAL camera has lost it's charger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the joys of moving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is my outfit today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A black pencil skirt from Target (Which I LOVE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A gray shirt from D.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A necklace that was a birthday present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my black high heels from my mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And flat hair, lately I have given up on my big hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It fails me every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6071275452528918385?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6071275452528918385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6071275452528918385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6071275452528918385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6071275452528918385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-14-what-you-wore-today.html' title='Day 14: What You Wore Today:'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddz0A-sfC1g/TrAQrpznIuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wT_EdPLmcHE/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-9135515713152140030</id><published>2011-10-31T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:21:09.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... this week is normal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall go to work everyday from 8:30 - 5:00 all weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But by Saturday I will be going to the temple, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to a baby shower, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watching Dawn's kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exciting week I know.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-9135515713152140030?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/9135515713152140030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=9135515713152140030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9135515713152140030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9135515713152140030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-13-this-week.html' title='Day 13: This Week'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3885185259275860157</id><published>2011-10-30T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:37:46.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: What's In My Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXZ-NAg0Dw/Tq5Ada6kWKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/o5opZkyQQXs/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXZ-NAg0Dw/Tq5Ada6kWKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/o5opZkyQQXs/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cranberry pills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new duck! (THANK YOU SHAINE! even though it isn't the new fuzzy duck. One day..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron pills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pepper spray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A band aid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chapstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lipstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neosporin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headphones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Inhaler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My huge set of keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And birth control (Helps me put my baby cravings as an impossibility)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sometimes I even have a GIANT bottle of ibuprofen... &amp;nbsp;but sometimes I bust that out when I need them at work and everyone in the office can hear me shaking that thing around, no need to make them think that I am a druggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, new news of new callings will be coming next Sunday. Be excited! I know I am (while I am also very terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story of the day: Today with my sunbeams (4 and 5 year olds) we had to teach about keeping our bodies pure. We only had two little boys. In the manual it says to read 3 stories. One about alcohol, one about smoking and one about pornography (which we skipped, seriously? they're 4!) Anywho, I asked Timothy (an extra smiley rambunctious one) if smoking was good for our bodies or bad, his reply?&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you sound it out by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Smoking is bad for ouw... mento... gwoff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's a negative... ack chin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3885185259275860157?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3885185259275860157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3885185259275860157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3885185259275860157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3885185259275860157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-12-whats-in-my-bag.html' title='Day 12: What&apos;s In My Bag'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRXZ-NAg0Dw/Tq5Ada6kWKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/o5opZkyQQXs/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-933852644850219600</id><published>2011-10-29T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:05:45.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: My Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;First of all, y'all should be proud that I remembered! I almost blew this post off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDkgO_DwjPE/TqzmMaAC-QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q9tFucbkUfk/s1600/Dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDkgO_DwjPE/TqzmMaAC-QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q9tFucbkUfk/s320/Dawn.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Dawn is the oldest, we have had lots of good bonding time because for a while I was her employee (aka, her voluntary -but graciously paid- cleaning buddy). After spending so much time with Dawn I realized lots about her. First of all, she is a great mommy, she does a TON for her kids. She is extremely stylish and is gorgeous ALWAYS! And mind you I have seen this woman in her hott pajama jeans! She is considerate and sincere. She is a great wife. She is fun. She is a hard worker. And she is an example to all the kids in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE YOU DAWN STARALITA!&lt;br /&gt;(salsa break soon?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0yE1szfxA/TqzmNctz8wI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yh_5gy4Gscc/s1600/Rachael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0yE1szfxA/TqzmNctz8wI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yh_5gy4Gscc/s320/Rachael.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;First of all, why is the only picture of just Rach of a fat man staring at her lower back area? I looked for a half hour of a picture of just her and this is the first one I found that she was not in either a super hott outfit or with someone else -like this creeper in the background. Oh well. Anyways! Rachael is one amazing woman! She is very intelligent and she can figure anything out. She runs her own business (scope it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pillowtalkdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;) and makes some of the most beautiful things. She is a strong lady. She is hard core. And she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU RACHAEL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80HJL_aCfAg/TqzmOQDWoWI/AAAAAAAAANE/zOyT4K0pnLQ/s1600/Adam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80HJL_aCfAg/TqzmOQDWoWI/AAAAAAAAANE/zOyT4K0pnLQ/s320/Adam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Adam is my &amp;nbsp;homie. He listens to my crazy drama or my complaining always. He is really kind and considerate -even when he says he has no feelings. Adam has a really big heart and does tons for others. He is a good cook. He is handsome and single. (For any of you people that know single ladies hook him up.) He is a really good father and always puts his kids first. He has tons of patience. He is good with his hands. And he has awesome ideas for inventions. One day he will be filthy rich!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ADAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbExd21p8lw/TqzmQEfMFSI/AAAAAAAAANU/SSslAmxC6qI/s1600/Katt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbExd21p8lw/TqzmQEfMFSI/AAAAAAAAANU/SSslAmxC6qI/s320/Katt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;This picture says a lot about Katt (Side note, you can't be mad about the pictures, aside from Rachael, these were all put by YOU on facebook. So you can't argue that at one point, you thought this picture was HOTT!) Anyways, she is one of the strongest people I know, one time, I even wrote a paper about her. She always knows just how to cheer me up without just distracting from a problem. She is the one that I call when I cry. She is a great mommy and trusts me to borrow her baby. She is honest. She is Gorgeous. She has a big heart and will help others even when she doesn't have much for herself. She is always finding something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU KATHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAy33b5ZHyU/TqzmREK5_pI/AAAAAAAAANc/4ecozNNIlWA/s1600/Cristal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAy33b5ZHyU/TqzmREK5_pI/AAAAAAAAANc/4ecozNNIlWA/s320/Cristal.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Cristal is someone with TONS of talents, and not only does she have tons but she excels in every single one. She is a great singer. She is an awesome dancer. She knows how to have fun in any situation. She is outgoing and she is fearless. I am in awe of her most of the time because she is phenomenal. She is one of the most forgiving and loving people that I know. She is a tough girl and she can push past any challenge. She is encouraging to everyone she sees. She looks like a model even after she has just rolled out of bed. The man who scores this girl will be a lucky man indeed!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU CRISTAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB042uIJLP8/TqzmSG8hixI/AAAAAAAAANk/sR84ypj-ufU/s1600/Paul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB042uIJLP8/TqzmSG8hixI/AAAAAAAAANk/sR84ypj-ufU/s320/Paul.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Pauly has always been one of my closest siblings, not just because of his age, but we have always confided in each other. When I lived at home he would come home and sit in my bedroom with me and we would just talk about anything and everything. He never judges. He is handsome. He is really perceptive to others feelings. He is REALLY smart. He is talented -although, he should wear a shirt when displaying those talents, tsk tsk for your immodesty big brother! He can always make me laugh. He gives the best hugs. And secretly he is a closet artist. He has tons of talent and he also has a lot of love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PAUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YbgcyydoKQ/TqzmTZxGdwI/AAAAAAAAANs/JMUIW6otsE4/s1600/Ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YbgcyydoKQ/TqzmTZxGdwI/AAAAAAAAANs/JMUIW6otsE4/s320/Ben.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Ben is probably my most unique sibling. He has tons of quirks that make him very special and loveable. He has a great smile. He has a big heart when he uses it. Mainly when I think of Ben a memory of a crying sister comes to my mind, Ben saw and left for a while, and when he came back he had a soda and just slowly walked in and handed it to her. He is caring and he can do lots of things when he puts his mind to it. He is handsome and when I went to Heritage he had all the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8MRwD2AG2M/TqzmUq5Pl8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/21fowvRwhuQ/s1600/Julia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8MRwD2AG2M/TqzmUq5Pl8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/21fowvRwhuQ/s320/Julia.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Julia is a talented and joyful girl. She is incredibly smart! I believe that she will one day cure cancer. She reads all the time and knows so much information. She is beautiful and she doesn't care what others think of her. She has a beautiful singing voice and is brave enough to share it often. She is adventurous. She is one of the most thoughtful people I know and she used to leave the sweetest notes on my bed that make me cry still. There is seldom a time when she is not smiling and she always brightens my day!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JULIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-933852644850219600?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/933852644850219600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=933852644850219600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/933852644850219600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/933852644850219600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-11-my-siblings.html' title='Day 11: My Siblings'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDkgO_DwjPE/TqzmMaAC-QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q9tFucbkUfk/s72-c/Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2686065851548119073</id><published>2011-10-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:10:18.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: What I Wore Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awh man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really did mean to take a picture today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... I will give you a detailed description from top to bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I wore my hair in tight little ringlets today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Teased high this morning, but flat by now),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regular makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which I wouldn't be wearing if I didn't have to look presentable at work),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have on that light gray shirt that I wear all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I know you've seen it, the one with the black outlines of roses?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My long jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(blue of course, and not torn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then my black high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you&amp;nbsp;wish you had a reason to wear heels everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, I wanted to mention that I am feeling extra baby hungry today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9a49a0678604624" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2686065851548119073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2686065851548119073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2686065851548119073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2686065851548119073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-10-what-i-wore-today.html' title='Day 10: What I Wore Today'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3882380091171247840</id><published>2011-10-27T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:25:41.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: My Beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in the savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that he atoned for my sins and that I can repent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe I have a father in heaven who loves me and all his children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that miracles can be performed in these latter days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that Joseph Smith restored the gospel to the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe the bible to be the word of God, and I love to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that The Book of Mormon is ANOTHER testament of Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that Christ came to the Americas, performed miracles and preached the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that we have a living prophet today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(When people think this is a silly thing, they shouldn't, they had prophets in the bible and they have prophets now, it does not make sense that God would not continue to teach us.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that challenges and hardships are a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I believe in true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in the sanctity of family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that I can be sealed to my family for ETERNITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;believe that no one is reading this :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3882380091171247840?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3882380091171247840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3882380091171247840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3882380091171247840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3882380091171247840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-9-my-beliefs.html' title='Day 9: My Beliefs'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6439426294408501768</id><published>2011-10-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:55:18.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that these will be the hardest ones for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never feel like there are any SUPER specific moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just combinations that make an experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I was re-blog stalking my friend Maelani the other day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came along a &lt;a href="http://musicalmagical.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-who-should-have-it-all.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; that she made after I had had a bad moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was encouraging, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was loving, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it brought me from the dark hole that I had fallen into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hole I had so desperately crawled out of so many times before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again someone had called me that lovely word, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was that boy to assume how I lived my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew better, I knew I was not that kind of girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But deep inside something broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact that some people can look at me and see one thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a nice girl trying her absolute best everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then&amp;nbsp;others will see something entirely different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a slut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I would've done without Mae at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hers was the love that made me feel like I was worth something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that reaffirmed my belief that I AM a daughter of my Heavenly Father &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that the perceptions of others did not matter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as long as I knew that I was doing my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my moment for today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6439426294408501768?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6439426294408501768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6439426294408501768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6439426294408501768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6439426294408501768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-8-moment.html' title='Day 8: A Moment'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8859053155695234523</id><published>2011-10-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:07:46.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I would count many as my best friends, especially all of my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to write about my NON FAMILY bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't be offended, because that would be silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5nIe--j0yE/TqbccQBxY5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/SotjNupYDc8/s1600/40140_162988493729586_100000553082368_425444_3328694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5nIe--j0yE/TqbccQBxY5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/SotjNupYDc8/s320/40140_162988493729586_100000553082368_425444_3328694_n.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho, most of you have met the lovely Chloe Bernice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let me tell you a bit about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is secretly a model (see above picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is an AMAZING singer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFABOwnEOcA"&gt;(Click here to see)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bernice is not really her middle name, she doesn't have one, but I think that it fits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is really caring and loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks for the best in people, even when they have done her wrong&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we have dance parties at her moms birthday party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We used to eat in my trunk every day at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwUWmIg8JQY/Tqbcw2VUovI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lxieVPSWrdA/s1600/166672_190015647693537_100000553082368_613703_7250422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwUWmIg8JQY/Tqbcw2VUovI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lxieVPSWrdA/s320/166672_190015647693537_100000553082368_613703_7250422_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day we will be a singing duo like the wreckers (except better!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She berates my bad behavior (like drinking soda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the ONLY friend that I have that talks to me every day without fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With her I don't have to always start the conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to exercise and be health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She also plays the piano and a little guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hates doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has awesome taste in music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She serves others all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is super spiritual and loves her church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sometimes will condone my hobo behavior (and join in!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, she has a baby kangaroo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBlqIcoMH5w/TqbcdDpzgQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/D1uVTuvezx0/s1600/156788_175877672440668_100000553082368_508822_6338387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBlqIcoMH5w/TqbcdDpzgQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/D1uVTuvezx0/s320/156788_175877672440668_100000553082368_508822_6338387_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really grateful for this girl, she has helped me out of many ruts and I know she will always be there when I need her. She is always honest with me and will tell me I'm wrong when I am. She helps keep the friendship going which most of my friends do not, I am so used to being the one to have to initiate anything and with Chloe it's about fifty fifty. We go together like two peas in a pod and we are so similar its scary! I love her lots and lots and lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOaHDz30Ij4/TqbcdwWBIFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NFWrdXiJ1uY/s1600/65891_175877299107372_100000553082368_508804_2009249_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOaHDz30Ij4/TqbcdwWBIFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NFWrdXiJ1uY/s320/65891_175877299107372_100000553082368_508804_2009249_n.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love the rest of you, ESPECIALLY my&amp;nbsp;awesome family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-8859053155695234523?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8859053155695234523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8859053155695234523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8859053155695234523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8859053155695234523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-7-my-best-friend.html' title='Day 7: My Best Friend'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5nIe--j0yE/TqbccQBxY5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/SotjNupYDc8/s72-c/40140_162988493729586_100000553082368_425444_3328694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-414384472466737070</id><published>2011-10-24T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:09:50.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: My Day</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up at 7:00 am, I trudged to the bathroom and started on taming the mess on my head, otherwise known as my&amp;nbsp;hair. After five whole minutes of this, I was too tired to stand and I proceeded to the kitchen and dragged a chair back into the bathroom with me. I finish my hair and makeup, all the while Shaine's several alarms are going off, he doesn't have to leave until later. Then I climb back into bed for some snuggling time (Gross I know!) Then, fifteen short minutes later,&amp;nbsp;I grudgingly get back up, put my high heels on, steal my key from Shaine's key chain (Andee stole mine), and I go get in my car and drive to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived at work, I sat my little booty down in my lovely office chair. For the next 8 1/2 hours I stared at a computer screen, taking a half hour break for a delicious lunch of leftovers. All the while I am racing to finish my 40 transfers (If I do forty a day, I will finish by December, which means I can register for my ultrisound tech pre requisites next year!). In order to do 40 transfers, I uploaded about 546 documents and I hit the copy and paste combination approximately 848 times. Leaving me with an extra hour at the end of the day to read &lt;u&gt;The Scorpio Races&lt;/u&gt; (which so far has been a GREAT book, read it if you get some extra time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to now, I plan to go retrieve my keys and then go home. I'm excited to see what happens when Shaine confronts the office. I told him he should tell the office that they're racist since I was the only backed in car that got penalized for $300 -and we are practically the only white people in our complex- not that he really will because we know its a tenant and not the office. But we will argue that the biased opinions of other tenants should not be able to call on a parking violation, only if we are parked in their designated spot, which we were NOT. If the office wanted to enforce the rules, they have 5 cars sitting backed in in their parking lot now, so why us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell we are still bitter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-414384472466737070?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/414384472466737070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=414384472466737070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/414384472466737070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/414384472466737070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-6-my-day.html' title='Day 6: My Day'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2515140910753260532</id><published>2011-10-23T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:02:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: My Definition of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm, love... well love is many different things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's caring about someone more than yourself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's comforting your wife even though she gets her car towed for $300,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's wanting the best for others, even when you get the short end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's worrying and watching out for someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the look in a mothers eyes when she holds a new baby,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's being patient with your 3 and 4 year old primary kids,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's being honest and faithful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's small reminders of affection,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the overwhelming feeling you receive when you see your family, your friends and your children.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2515140910753260532?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2515140910753260532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2515140910753260532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2515140910753260532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2515140910753260532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-5-your-definition-of-love.html' title='Day 5: My Definition of Love'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1619854749002353142</id><published>2011-10-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:42:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: What I Ate Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is one of the most boring days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I've had two bottles of water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of those delicious sugar cookies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left over enchiladas and refried beans&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Cause our enchiladas are DELICIOUS!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of that was at 4 o'clock... Cause I was at Avalon beauty school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my friend Aly needed someone to finish her 1st stage on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I got a lovely facial, a hair color, and a little trim of my bangs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll probably eat some more tonight since we are having a bonfire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your fattie Emilee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1619854749002353142?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1619854749002353142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1619854749002353142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1619854749002353142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1619854749002353142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-4-what-i-ate-today.html' title='Day 4: What I Ate Today'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3517318904731029679</id><published>2011-10-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:07:19.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtjKF-39hKo/TqGSyjb4-FI/AAAAAAAAALs/HwS2puq5kUQ/s1600/13034_101647999863636_100000553082368_42856_8152188_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtjKF-39hKo/TqGSyjb4-FI/AAAAAAAAALs/HwS2puq5kUQ/s320/13034_101647999863636_100000553082368_42856_8152188_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;First of all, my parents are the most fun, most amazing, most dedicated, most loving people in the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;My daddy is one of my idols because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He is very talented, especially at making up songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He is the hardest worker I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He takes care of his family always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He knows how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He will quote kid history with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He makes the kids smile when the kids are sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;(and sometimes even sprays a little windex!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;His "I love you"s are the most special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;He is handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYpZa6eQhns/TqGSzGxE_kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Kd7OHoVoO8Y/s1600/25653_110962472265522_100000553082368_161200_7503897_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYpZa6eQhns/TqGSzGxE_kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Kd7OHoVoO8Y/s320/25653_110962472265522_100000553082368_161200_7503897_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;My parents are super in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so grateful to have their good example of a relationship in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so glad that they have never fought or argued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rqeRO5K1XI/TqGSzvGexiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tQqbdzp-Erg/s1600/60119_1198748026682_1767964627_376236_1786266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rqeRO5K1XI/TqGSzvGexiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tQqbdzp-Erg/s320/60119_1198748026682_1767964627_376236_1786266_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;First of all my mom is superwoman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She beats all the boys on her bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOOcy2_tO8U/TqGSz6pm1SI/AAAAAAAAAME/72PRd-6aQ9s/s1600/247072_2010855158574_1459605303_32272643_5786747_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOOcy2_tO8U/TqGSz6pm1SI/AAAAAAAAAME/72PRd-6aQ9s/s320/247072_2010855158574_1459605303_32272643_5786747_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;My mama is who I want to be like when I grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She is completely selfless, there hasn't been a time where I have seen her put herself before others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She truly loves all of her children regardless of our mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She is GORGEOUS! (I almost posted her glamour shot, OW OW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She has always encouraged me that my best is good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She is way fun, and is always in a cheerful mood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She is a very hard worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;She has the most insightful thoughts and always inspires me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;My parents are amazing, last night I got out my envelope of various letter that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;I have several from my mom and one from my dad that they were required to write for different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Everytime I read those I KNOW that my parents love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;They are my best friends, my examples, my idols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;Their unconditional love has always been there for me to fall back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: small;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3517318904731029679?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3517318904731029679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3517318904731029679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3517318904731029679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3517318904731029679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-3-my-parents.html' title='Day 3: My Parents'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtjKF-39hKo/TqGSyjb4-FI/AAAAAAAAALs/HwS2puq5kUQ/s72-c/13034_101647999863636_100000553082368_42856_8152188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-5513004559567301361</id><published>2011-10-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:41:06.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe in many many different kinds of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I fell in love with Shaine I probably would've told you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and dramatically I might add, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I had truly loved every boy that I dated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drama Queen I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after I met Shaine, it was entirely different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I constantly wanted to be with him and my chest ached when I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He makes me want to be better in every aspect of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew that I would not be able to handle it if he left me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've also had lots of other loves that weren't people that came before Shaine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The list could go on because love is different in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that is all I will write about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-5513004559567301361?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/5513004559567301361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=5513004559567301361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5513004559567301361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5513004559567301361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-two-my-first-love.html' title='Day 2: My First Love'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1932445992549736066</id><published>2011-10-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:07:47.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Introduce Yourself with Pictures and Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bmO8CUeZTM/Tp73pyWMGnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e6ubFnm-zyw/s1600/168128_191004474261321_100000553082368_620552_7356967_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bmO8CUeZTM/Tp73pyWMGnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e6ubFnm-zyw/s320/168128_191004474261321_100000553082368_620552_7356967_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I decided to steal my sisters 30 day challenge. I have so much spare time at work that I'm pretty sure that I can do it! So here it goes, day 1! Above is me as a baby, born in June weighing a whopping 10 POUNDS! I know I'm going to get payback for that when I have my own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pr9yv6irlZk/Tp73nNGMZtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yqRJBBaj_Xw/s1600/15016_1442119855724_1314909186_1175816_1185519_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pr9yv6irlZk/Tp73nNGMZtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yqRJBBaj_Xw/s320/15016_1442119855724_1314909186_1175816_1185519_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I really miss being on stage,&amp;nbsp;and I wish I could still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;be there ever day. I love performing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkURZpTcTHY/Tp73pDMjiXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNqvN3n2WrQ/s1600/154820_1737259719492_1478584870_1803238_1297357_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkURZpTcTHY/Tp73pDMjiXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNqvN3n2WrQ/s320/154820_1737259719492_1478584870_1803238_1297357_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;More stage time, this had to be my all time favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;musical. It was the most fun and I even had some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;solos... Plus, Cristal was a bird girl too, so we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;twinners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXGw9WScNU0/Tp73qYVDkrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fmuapVQMC-0/s1600/188892_202674566427645_100000553082368_702028_4929678_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXGw9WScNU0/Tp73qYVDkrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fmuapVQMC-0/s320/188892_202674566427645_100000553082368_702028_4929678_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;For anyone who knows me at all they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;know that I am a goofy person. I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;to laugh and have fun, I love being silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GhgzAiwU54/Tp73sJylqJI/AAAAAAAAALM/Lo14qJHj_CU/s1600/298383_280272732001161_100000553082368_1063741_924410964_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GhgzAiwU54/Tp73sJylqJI/AAAAAAAAALM/Lo14qJHj_CU/s320/298383_280272732001161_100000553082368_1063741_924410964_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;This is my family, they are all very special to me and I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I can count on any one of them at the drop of the hat. They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;all unique and amazing and there is no way that I could ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;fully express my love for each of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vul4nLhZH1Y/Tp73optV_XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eDqaElhiVpw/s1600/38274_1516047908702_1459605303_31355079_559921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vul4nLhZH1Y/Tp73optV_XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eDqaElhiVpw/s320/38274_1516047908702_1459605303_31355079_559921_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love children, even filthy ones that like to snuggle up. I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;their innocence and their unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love to cuddle up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with them and read with them. They really do make me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vt_F4N3foA/Tp76GuvFfmI/AAAAAAAAALc/tJlq4ddT7Vw/s1600/Piano%252520playing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vt_F4N3foA/Tp76GuvFfmI/AAAAAAAAALc/tJlq4ddT7Vw/s320/Piano%252520playing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks to my sister Rachael I developed a LOVE for piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I love music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I love to sing I love to play and every day I miss&amp;nbsp;the old out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tune piano at my parents house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0m_qbyDiJQ/Tp76HSMFaBI/AAAAAAAAALk/H8awF14WwbU/s1600/ballroomdancers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0m_qbyDiJQ/Tp76HSMFaBI/AAAAAAAAALk/H8awF14WwbU/s1600/ballroomdancers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;Any regular dancing has never been as much of a passion for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;as is ballroom. I am wanting to make Shaine learn because I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;to dance ballroom. It makes me feel beautiful and confident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I know that I really miss it because if I listen to any song I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;start choreographing in my head. Maybe sometime I will get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;back to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIqUnHYTdg/Tp73uPfSMHI/AAAAAAAAALU/sbq-Z_mZlNQ/s1600/314688_284454091583025_100000553082368_1078533_1562324582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIqUnHYTdg/Tp73uPfSMHI/AAAAAAAAALU/sbq-Z_mZlNQ/s320/314688_284454091583025_100000553082368_1078533_1562324582_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;And lastly, September 17, 2011 I married the love of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;We are still blissfully happy and maybe in a year or so we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;will start a family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;That's all I have picture wise, and there isn't much more to say about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;Above all I love my family and the gospel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so grateful to have both of them in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1932445992549736066?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1932445992549736066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1932445992549736066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1932445992549736066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1932445992549736066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-1-introduce-yourself-with-pictures.html' title='Day 1: Introduce Yourself with Pictures and Words'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bmO8CUeZTM/Tp73pyWMGnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e6ubFnm-zyw/s72-c/168128_191004474261321_100000553082368_620552_7356967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7961810335065998704</id><published>2011-10-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:39:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover or Fighter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the past month of being married I have realized a lot of things about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have NEVER considered myself a fighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even pety arguements make me cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm very glad that Shaine is not a fighter either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never argue, and I know everyone says "Oh you will, just wait"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But even if we disagree we just talk it out pleasantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this bad habit of staying quiet when something upsets me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will just sit there and let the problem rot inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This makes me especially grateful for Shaine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is one of those people that wants to fix a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and can tell when I have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how living with someone will make you aware of all the things you do, good or bad. But Shaine and I bring out the best in eachother and I'm glad for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny side note, like 5 people yesterday asked me if I was pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't call me fat again! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7961810335065998704?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7961810335065998704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7961810335065998704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7961810335065998704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7961810335065998704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/lover-or-fighter.html' title='Lover or Fighter?'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8007174071561317990</id><published>2011-10-13T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:37:04.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have decided that with all this boredome at work I should mess with my blog more. Today I changed it from 2 column to 3 column -which is way easy now with the new template designer-. I changed the background. I scanned in one of the many blog banners that I tried to create yesterday, unfortunately the one that I ended up using did not scan as pretty as it looked on paper since I used a pencil. So I had to put it on here, darken my handwriting and then change the borders, which were covered with swirls that did not come through on the scan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also stole some sidebar ideas from Katt's Iggys. I like their set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully something eventful will happen soon so that I can post lots of pictures and fun things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also I did make my blog public again since I know there have been issues with it actually showing when I update, plus there is a handy setting that makes it so only blog authors can make comments on your blogs. No more anonymous rude people:) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** I have also been having issues making comments on any blogs... Supposedly this problem can be fixed by changing the way you have your comment box set up. Someone should try mine and let me know if they can comment now. **&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/5024090668020180811-8007174071561317990?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8007174071561317990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8007174071561317990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8007174071561317990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8007174071561317990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-makeover.html' title='Blog Makeover'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6879482802598774155</id><published>2011-10-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:44:54.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfclOuwXqyc/Toy6Lmm_9wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DqXr8ozCw_Y/s1600/Capture1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103540203321090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfclOuwXqyc/Toy6Lmm_9wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DqXr8ozCw_Y/s320/Capture1.PNG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funny thing about being married is that no one refers to you as a single person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I only get asked &lt;br /&gt;"How is married life?" or &lt;br /&gt;"How are you and Shaine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to start asking all my single friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How is single life???" I'm sure they would like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course they should know that married life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why would I have gotten married if I expected anything but extreme bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many things I love about being married, like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shaine takes care of me when I'm sick... &lt;br /&gt;which happens more often then I like to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We take turns making dinner, &lt;br /&gt;I am learning some new kitchen skills from Shaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to use his diabetes as an excuse to eat the last brownie, after all &lt;br /&gt;"200 is TOO high"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I never have to be alone at my ghetto scary apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have more incentive to exercise due to Shaine's diabetes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I never have to go shopping alone because Shaine loves to go.&lt;br /&gt;(even though he takes FOREVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shaine helps me with all the chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We watch movies and be bums every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Shaine is more baby crazy than I am - this is NOT coming soon btw :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I get to spend every minute not at work with my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for Rachael - since I love her- some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660104428897119058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmrJReYN3IA/Toy6_VQHK1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/EpiM7-aGNn8/s320/Capture3.PNG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 261px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103537341231442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQbqm7-xfy8/Toy6Lb8n8VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/62S3MEglpG4/s320/Capture.PNG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 228px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look forward to having some visitors at my apartment soon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- hint to my interior decorating consultants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;who were supposed to come measure for curtains- :) &lt;br /&gt;as well as anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;I warn you that it is 700 sq feet tho... &lt;br /&gt;definitely not suitable for the types of parties our neighbors throw. &lt;br /&gt;They must be magical to fit more than 4 people inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660103546489837154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtaan4OnC2U/Toy6L-B0lmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iIAJQ8UZkGI/s320/Capture2.PNG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6879482802598774155?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6879482802598774155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6879482802598774155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6879482802598774155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6879482802598774155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-married.html' title='Being Married'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfclOuwXqyc/Toy6Lmm_9wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DqXr8ozCw_Y/s72-c/Capture1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-9080181211442941206</id><published>2011-07-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:46:10.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs-aHCDuyS4/TjDkUdeLR3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ITUsf4l2Hy4/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254174000203634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs-aHCDuyS4/TjDkUdeLR3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ITUsf4l2Hy4/s320/flowers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm kind of the luckiest girl in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;And I know half of you will stop reading there, &lt;br /&gt;cause you hate the mushy stuff I write.&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Shaine is definitely getting the short end of the stick here.&lt;br /&gt;I was having one of my little mood swings yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;after some old lady hit my bumper.&lt;br /&gt;In a drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; of all places! &lt;br /&gt;That's the last time I ever crave chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, there was just a small scratch on my car, Lola's, bumper.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously lady, a little apology would have sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, she just drove away.&lt;br /&gt;I decided she wasn't worth my time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;But after a long boring day in an office by myself it pushed me further into my sour mood.&lt;br /&gt;So Shaine brought me those.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such a sweet thing.&lt;br /&gt;He'll have to deal with Emilee's crazy moods every day for the rest of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I sure scammed him :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6elGW039i4k/TjDkUJuf2qI/AAAAAAAAAII/gmJaj5OjP1I/s1600/Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254168699951778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6elGW039i4k/TjDkUJuf2qI/AAAAAAAAAII/gmJaj5OjP1I/s320/Print.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 229px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;51 More days!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is dragging on...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll come faster than I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-9080181211442941206?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/9080181211442941206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=9080181211442941206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9080181211442941206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9080181211442941206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/07/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs-aHCDuyS4/TjDkUdeLR3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ITUsf4l2Hy4/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2231845088755098564</id><published>2011-07-10T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:47:12.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, my sincerest and most genuine love is the gospel of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited beyond comprehension to go to the temple &lt;br /&gt;and start my eternal family &lt;br /&gt;with a worthy priesthood holder whom I love and adore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful for the blessing that I have to be with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Eternity &lt;/i&gt;is an incomprehensible amount of time to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I could not imagine spending it with anyone &lt;br /&gt;other than my amazing family who I am so very blessed to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents and ALL of my siblings are such a joy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could never be more grateful for anything else in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this gospel is true. &lt;br /&gt;Even though people may mock me or scorn me for my decision to be a Mormon, &lt;br /&gt;A member of  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know without a doubt that it is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People keep asking me if I am afraid to be married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am terrified to be a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so scared that I will not be adequate for the children that I bring into this world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scared that I will not have the patience and love that they will need and deserve.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to be responsible to educate them with the beliefs that I know to be true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is such a scary thing to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only hope I have through all these fears is &lt;br /&gt;that I can follow the examples of all the great mothers that are around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially my amazing mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only hope to be to my children what she has been to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2231845088755098564?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2231845088755098564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2231845088755098564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2231845088755098564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2231845088755098564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-love.html' title='My Love..'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1147628391458888110</id><published>2011-06-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:52:41.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to the 'white trash' comment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me first say to you, Mr. Anonymous, that I do not appreciate the fact that you used profane language on my blog, my family and I have high standards whereas you obviously do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I am young, and yes, I am marrying right out of high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in no way offended with your opinion, just your vulgar language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am happy with my decision to get married and I know that it is the right choice for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What ever feelings you may have on the subject, I honestly do not care. You felt the need to make it anonymous and that just shows that you are cowardly enough to make a statement and not own up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If your intentions were to hurt my feelings, I promise you, I have been called much worse than 'white trash' and I have enough self esteem to know that I am much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In response to this incident, I am making my blog private. Just leave a comment on this post with your name and e-mail address and I will make sure that if you would still like to view my blog, you may. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Shaine and I took our engagement pictures, here's a sample for my facebook-less sister:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nMQxyULSHs/TgUUZvh_RfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rK-booSC2uQ/s320/255167_225562190805549_100000553082368_866407_7281418_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621922142330242546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we are in love and we plan to start our eternal family with a temple marriage in September 2011.&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/5024090668020180811-1147628391458888110?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1147628391458888110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1147628391458888110&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1147628391458888110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1147628391458888110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-response-to-white-trash-comment.html' title='In response to the &apos;white trash&apos; comment.'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nMQxyULSHs/TgUUZvh_RfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rK-booSC2uQ/s72-c/255167_225562190805549_100000553082368_866407_7281418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7648902393029598656</id><published>2011-05-29T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:11:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As most of you have heard, I got engaged last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many have asked for the story, and I'm just going to post it here, I figure it will be easiest for everyone. So last night Shaine asked me to go off roading with him, his sister Britney, his brothers Bryan and Chase and Bryans girlfriend Bethany. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; made an excuse not to go because I like to ride, but they like to drive up and shoot guns, which is not one of my favorite things. It's just not enjoyable to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I said yes regardless, I like to spend time with Shaine and I hardly ever get to see Brit. We drove a long while all the way up to 4 Peaks and Shaine kept saying he wanted to try and drive up several paths which made me a little nervous cause I didn't want to get stuck. But we got to where they wanted to shoot and Brit got out of the truck and Shaine asked me if I wanted to go down one of the trails with him. I reluctantly said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We went down this very narrow rough path and then he pretended to get the truck stuck in a rivet in the road. I was a little frustrated cause generally Shaine knows the limits of where to drive. He got out and I offered to get out too to help but he said he was just gonna check. He got out his tool box and looked at the back tires and then called for me to come back, all the while I'm thinking, "Now Shaine is going to see my lack of strength as we try to push this truck out." I walked around the back and Shaine was kneeling with a little box. This is the ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKxKDV6OJyM/TeLCUZ9jIwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eHLJiYW1rUc/s1600/IMGP1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKxKDV6OJyM/TeLCUZ9jIwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eHLJiYW1rUc/s320/IMGP1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612261741479273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went back to where we left his siblings and when we got to where Bryans truck was no one was there, but then Bryan appeared out of the brush wearing a sunday shirt and at that point I was getting a little suspicious. He very properly led us to a table they had set up with a nice table cloth, champagne glasses, candles and a bottle of sparkling grape juice in a bucket of ice. The only problem was that it was extremely windy. So our glasses kept spilling all over us and the candles had to be put down and then when they brought desert out (cheesecake with drizzled chocolate and strawberries) everytime I took a bite my hair would in my mouth WITH the cheesecake. It was perfect. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjOMKmhhFSE/TeLDWLZMPjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GHRz7P_pz_Q/s1600/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjOMKmhhFSE/TeLDWLZMPjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GHRz7P_pz_Q/s320/CIMG0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612262871440047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7648902393029598656?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7648902393029598656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7648902393029598656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7648902393029598656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7648902393029598656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorable-adventure.html' title='A Memorable Adventure'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKxKDV6OJyM/TeLCUZ9jIwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eHLJiYW1rUc/s72-c/IMGP1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-9194586167884279583</id><published>2011-05-18T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:15:12.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 More Days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uty4rYMlsn4/TdSY_qvoAyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bgVUyEAsECQ/s1600/Grad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uty4rYMlsn4/TdSY_qvoAyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bgVUyEAsECQ/s320/Grad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608275655556334370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope to see you all there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-9194586167884279583?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/9194586167884279583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=9194586167884279583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9194586167884279583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/9194586167884279583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/05/8-more-days.html' title='8 More Days!!!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uty4rYMlsn4/TdSY_qvoAyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bgVUyEAsECQ/s72-c/Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3303040397850223929</id><published>2011-05-08T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T15:44:38.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my beautiful mom -and yes, she loves her leather clad glamor shot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_buZuGeRdS8/TccYn74QLRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7m3ovVSZxqo/s1600/IMGP1636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_buZuGeRdS8/TccYn74QLRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7m3ovVSZxqo/s320/IMGP1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604475335653469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is amazing for several reasons, but most recently because she is a great seamstress and always makes me look stunning :). Because she loves all others and serves people constantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because she is a great parent and has been an example to me by loving and living the gospel with all she has. Because she will encourage all of her children to do their best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3nI3DRyqYs/TccYnSCnJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/m3cmsgkDoYg/s1600/IMGP1633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3nI3DRyqYs/TccYnSCnJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/m3cmsgkDoYg/s320/IMGP1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604475324422629186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Shaine's birthday on the fifth, his main present came late, which was a chefs knife:) He seems to like it, he came over yesterday and made us a delicious dinner. A special thanks to Katt and Rachael for making him and his monkey matching aprons, I'm so lucky to have sisters who can make up for my lack of craftiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG81Kxz8RFE/TccYnH4EPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I_P6TZA4114/s1600/IMGP1621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG81Kxz8RFE/TccYnH4EPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I_P6TZA4114/s320/IMGP1621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604475321694043442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to wear an apron to do the dishes, everyone knows I'm not much of a cook, I can just make cinnamon rolls :) But Shaine loves to cook and he says he will do it for me... obviously he's a little scared to have anything that resembles charcoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LhzBFGFCmZg/TccYm3fttZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MdGLEXoIoJo/s1600/IMGP1618.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LhzBFGFCmZg/TccYm3fttZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MdGLEXoIoJo/s320/IMGP1618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604475317296936338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, we had the ballroom concert. It was good I thought. This will probably be the last time I perform on stage, which is kind of depressing for me but I'll get over it. My dad is editing the video. He really has an awesome talent for it. It was supposed to be a combined thing between the two of us, but... Lets just say that my ideas are really not that good. It might come with practice, we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to ballroom dance, It makes me feel beautiful and graceful. I better teach Shaine, which may take a while since I'm not a very good teacher, but he has to learn so I can keep dancing, even if it is just around the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3303040397850223929?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3303040397850223929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3303040397850223929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3303040397850223929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3303040397850223929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/05/eventful-week.html' title='An Eventful Week'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_buZuGeRdS8/TccYn74QLRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7m3ovVSZxqo/s72-c/IMGP1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7878164850427898363</id><published>2011-04-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:26:50.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Fishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got asked to Prom by my "Special Friend" Shaine Cecil. He came over the night before cause I make him watch dancing with the stars with me -I'm trying to spark his interest in learning how!- and he was being all secretive. Lo and behold the car that I currently drive -which will soon be MINE- was decked out with fishes.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177429342702754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMSFa7fIZTQ/TbthMhfoTKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uUDHKuYkqaI/s320/IMGP1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177435518973586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUc-EYzFnwE/TbthM4gKtpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Qgth7NupR0s/s320/IMGP1597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177439350703458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-ppyuzH-9g/TbthNGxuRWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zAIYckelebI/s320/IMGP1602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177445951016226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOkPvf6QweU/TbthNfXXDSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mwg45efAOYU/s320/IMGP1603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601177453563505506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JOFdtJ5_Ro/TbthN7uUa2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/q1oPqhez64I/s320/IMGP1604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601180433613868066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp4-WKviuXI/Tbtj7ZRsTCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ddMfbrEElrY/s320/IMGP1605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601180439571606674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3i_AQroO-Bs/Tbtj7veILJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gIMz8vOImKo/s320/IMGP1599.JPG" /&gt;I am now a proud mommy of five fishies :) (Excuse my school look, obviously I'm not trying to impress anyone :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyone have a good way to answer??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7878164850427898363?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7878164850427898363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7878164850427898363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7878164850427898363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7878164850427898363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/04/silly-fishes.html' title='Silly Fishes...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMSFa7fIZTQ/TbthMhfoTKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uUDHKuYkqaI/s72-c/IMGP1596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2642372828090675085</id><published>2011-04-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:05:21.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the joys of near-adulthood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final stretch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I supposed to be doing right now? Two essays!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right I have SENIORITIS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a horrible disease, nasty really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With only &lt;b&gt;37 &lt;/b&gt;days left of school now is NOT the time to give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a cheer leading team to get me through these last couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone up for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a bedazzled HSM cheer outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna keep going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am gonna GRADUATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2642372828090675085?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2642372828090675085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2642372828090675085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2642372828090675085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2642372828090675085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/04/senioritis.html' title='Senioritis!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-113178868223158133</id><published>2011-02-14T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:09:43.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Guess who got the best gift ever today? Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573778459753387410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyTrR88IO2U/TVoJ-l5TFZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3xpLfNF1p7M/s320/104_0748.JPG" /&gt; Shaine made this gorgeous jewelry box for me :) He's pretty handy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Valentines day ever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-113178868223158133?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/113178868223158133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=113178868223158133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/113178868223158133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/113178868223158133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyTrR88IO2U/TVoJ-l5TFZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3xpLfNF1p7M/s72-c/104_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-4355751417758037668</id><published>2011-02-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:38:04.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, for those of you who DON'T have facebook (*cough cough* Rachael) I was in a modest prom dress fashion show, and it was a ton of fun :) I'm in love with this dress now and my extremely talented mother has offered to duplicate it. The only question is, keep the silver? Or choose another color?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573304058319293026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bc7nLFqF0oI/TVhagy1dSmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b2Pbosolgoc/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573303619869991762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ZBLlVXOk8/TVhaHRe_41I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zQOcvpSjrEU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got the BEST valentine today. This boy in my ward is 20 and autistic and he came up to me today and said, "For you my love! You're my best friend!" He is such a sweetheart, it put a huge smile on my face :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573305002285010354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-wYZxeSJdY/TVhbXvYbDbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QlzLVspDIBY/s320/104_0735.JPG" /&gt;Katt told me not to post this yet, for fear that Shaine would see my blog before tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I know how much he hates social sites like these, so I'm nearly positive that he doesn't check my blog. Tomorrow for Valentines day, I decided to channel my craftiness -which is really having Katt and Chloe come over and do all my work for me- and make him a story book. I pretty much stole the idea from my dad. As most of you know, he always writes us candy sentences. This is how it turned out. It's a flip book and this is just one of the ten pages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573306309575839762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OelPPkn6A7A/TVhcj1a2EBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FnyRMeVBbXg/s320/104_0732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-4355751417758037668?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4355751417758037668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=4355751417758037668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4355751417758037668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4355751417758037668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time, No Post.'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bc7nLFqF0oI/TVhagy1dSmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b2Pbosolgoc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7953702164784766507</id><published>2010-11-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:21:39.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who just LOOOVE coming to my amazing school functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here's one for ya: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542950435865069602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TOyEDblViCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BqJ-aNvMU0U/s320/seussical1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep! Cristal did this with EAC last year, and now Heritage is doing it! And it's gonna be a fun, energetic, entertaining show... and not just for kids :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's $3 for students and $5 for adults. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can buy tickets from me, or at the school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SOOO... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You should come, its going to be fabulous. Especially the Bird Girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope to see you there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7953702164784766507?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7953702164784766507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7953702164784766507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7953702164784766507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7953702164784766507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/11/attention.html' title='ATTENTION:'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TOyEDblViCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BqJ-aNvMU0U/s72-c/seussical1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2260752105502013637</id><published>2010-10-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:51:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C. with the besties.</title><content type='html'>So this past week I went to D.C. with my school. It was amazing and so fun! We went Monticello, Mt. Vernon, Valley Forge, the white house, The Vietnam memorial and so much more. The pictures will pretty much explain it all... :) Just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979442637614&amp;amp;site=widget-2e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979442637614&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p1/2666130979442637614/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979442637614&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p2/2666130979442637614/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979442637614&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p4/2666130979442637614/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and update on life, I no longer work at papa k's, I work as EMPLOYEE NUMBER ONE! (yes, if I work hard enough, I can be employee of the month EVERY month) for dawn, I'm so excited and so blessed to have the opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;And Seussical is soon, first week in december! so tell me if you want tickets, and what night, its the first wed.-sat. in december with 7pm showings all those nights with a matinee on saturday, come, it will be so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2260752105502013637?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2260752105502013637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2260752105502013637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2260752105502013637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2260752105502013637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/10/dc-with-besties.html' title='D.C. with the besties.'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2480492955268979242</id><published>2010-08-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:25:44.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Life</title><content type='html'>So... I'll keep this short, two great things happened in the past week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very first paycheck :) :) $$$$$$$ CHACHING!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/THxoCchRjPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XDmUUd0ZHeY/s1600/ej8oee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/THxoCchRjPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XDmUUd0ZHeY/s320/ej8oee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511394435219426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2ND! I got my license! Watch out AZ drivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2480492955268979242?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2480492955268979242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2480492955268979242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2480492955268979242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2480492955268979242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-life.html' title='The Sweet Life'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/THxoCchRjPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XDmUUd0ZHeY/s72-c/ej8oee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1582740784895591416</id><published>2010-08-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:54:44.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TGV4WxJN9JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fxFTaN993sw/s1600/IMG_4106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504938452074755218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TGV4WxJN9JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fxFTaN993sw/s320/IMG_4106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... this picture was actually taken the SECOND day of school, but I figure it was close enough. I'm actually pretty scared for my senior year, I have some classes that I'm worried about because I really want a 4.0 this year and it makes it even tougher now that I have a job. Which is not my favorite at the moment. Sometimes night crew is... interesting... anywho, back to school I have all but one class with my best friend Maelani, which is great, hopefully she doesn't get tired of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the bad news, due to work complications, I don't think I'm trying out for Suessical. There, I said it to someone other than only my mother. It won't work out since I'm already taking a week off for a school trip. My heart is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a job is more important to me right now, It's nice to have money, I wanna be able to pay insurance and gas when I start driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, that's been my week. Hope you enjoyed reading my randomness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1582740784895591416?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1582740784895591416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1582740784895591416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1582740784895591416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1582740784895591416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TGV4WxJN9JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fxFTaN993sw/s72-c/IMG_4106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2240191450534273634</id><published>2010-08-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:12:36.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bestie Maelani came over the other day, and since my loving parents are both working days, I decided to make dinner and drag Mae into helping :) We decided to make pizza, and after watching several movies, we started. I had never actually made it with the recipe I used, so I was kinda nervous about how that was gonna turn out. I was needing to redeem myself from some chicken noodle soup that, described by my brother, was really salty. So pizza was my next try. While making it, I decided that Mae and I should havr a cooking show, because we are just that awesome :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, we had no makeup, and i was still in my PJs&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502777980555319330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TF3LaxjXWCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YmkxyP6zPc4/s320/104_0359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502777992686596882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TF3Lbevr8xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/95Zi6HrfaIE/s320/104_0372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502777997707701826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TF3Lbxcz7kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ighfg1R_L4M/s320/104_0388.JPG" /&gt;And while waiting for the second batch of dough, we had to dance around the kitchen a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this girl, she is my best friend for so many reasons, she will stand behind me on anything, she can always cheer me up, she helps me be a better person, she will be absolutely insane with me, she will swoon over cute boys with me, and mostly she is always there for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2240191450534273634?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2240191450534273634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2240191450534273634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2240191450534273634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2240191450534273634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-pizza.html' title='Making Pizza'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TF3LaxjXWCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YmkxyP6zPc4/s72-c/104_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1045680931827999174</id><published>2010-07-28T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:57:06.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many of you may wonder...</title><content type='html'>What I do on my days off, which is almost every day this week. Let me tell you... I like being busy, but I really do enjoy sleeping in and having nothing to do with myself all day... So what does Miss Emilee Ruth do all day? I'm not sure if you wanna hear... you might be dissapointed... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I EAT BON BONS AND WATCH TV! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay just kidding... I do chores for my amazing mom...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499108449382052402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TFDB_8rEMjI/AAAAAAAAADo/xnqi9_wNvJk/s320/104_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or rather... I sing into the broom while pretending to clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Note: Yes, I am in my pajamas.... with no makeup... and crazy hair :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also facebook stalk...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499109134487162562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TFDCn042jsI/AAAAAAAAADw/cOMY5etcvmI/s320/104_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally.... I pull a Julia and read all day. Unfortunately.... none of those pictures were any good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, now that everyone has been dazzled by my extremely uneventful summer, I will mention that it might not be as uneventful as it seems, I go on dates from time to time with perfect gentleman and I hang out with my sisters that live close (*cough cough* except Cristal cause she left me.) Just thought I'd give an update. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1045680931827999174?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1045680931827999174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1045680931827999174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1045680931827999174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1045680931827999174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/07/many-of-you-may-wonder.html' title='Many of you may wonder...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TFDB_8rEMjI/AAAAAAAAADo/xnqi9_wNvJk/s72-c/104_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-5774703639635555853</id><published>2010-07-14T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:30:20.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my hairstylist has moved away, I tried to cut my bangs. LOL well... lets just say, i cut them too short to be side-swept... So... Katt suggested that I cut them straight across... they really aren't my style, but I think they're ok :) Just thought I'd show the world.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493953475479819986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TD5xk-Z_VtI/AAAAAAAAADg/YeWe1nncOXE/s320/104_0201.JPG" /&gt;Pictured above: My "pretty face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493953462261444610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TD5xkNKe8AI/AAAAAAAAADY/Y9fNP3dTJoY/s320/104_0174.JPG" /&gt;Or this one could be my pretty face too :D&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/5024090668020180811-5774703639635555853?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/5774703639635555853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=5774703639635555853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5774703639635555853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5774703639635555853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/07/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/TD5xk-Z_VtI/AAAAAAAAADg/YeWe1nncOXE/s72-c/104_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3630074218142234728</id><published>2010-05-21T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:03:55.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking for Ballroom Blitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have no actual videos or pictures of the ballroom blitz.... Cause I danced practically every song and loved it! It was amazing&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Maelani and I had to make some snacks and offer a prize type thing, so we made two batches of cinnamon rolls, regular size for a prize and mini ones for the food table :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7ofJd9_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LCDsozUE3UE/s1600/145_3311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7ofJd9_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LCDsozUE3UE/s320/145_3311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473768701345789938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7o3-KReI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gv5nQ1Uos2w/s1600/145_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7o3-KReI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gv5nQ1Uos2w/s320/145_3313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473768708009248226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7oGKX0JI/AAAAAAAAACw/ou6GdNwBLg4/s1600/145_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7oGKX0JI/AAAAAAAAACw/ou6GdNwBLg4/s320/145_3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473768694638694546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Mae and I got covered in flour :)&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's just what best friends do to each other,&lt;br /&gt;Cover their clothes in messy food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a8j9bbvMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jv8VmpQZQdU/s1600/145_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a8j9bbvMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jv8VmpQZQdU/s320/145_3317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769723086486722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a8jf9YBuI/AAAAAAAAADI/7Ui1C6jRthg/s1600/145_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a8jf9YBuI/AAAAAAAAADI/7Ui1C6jRthg/s320/145_3316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769715175786210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-3630074218142234728?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3630074218142234728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3630074218142234728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3630074218142234728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3630074218142234728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-for-ballroom-blitz.html' title='Cooking for Ballroom Blitz'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S_a7ofJd9_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LCDsozUE3UE/s72-c/145_3311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8513248961745233122</id><published>2010-05-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:18:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So So Busy</title><content type='html'>I had to do a slideshow for these pictures because there were too many that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;I promised Rachael that I would put up the pictures that I had from Shaine's birthday when Paul and I massacred his jeep, so thats why that random picture is in there.&lt;br /&gt;The rest are from Prom. It was a blast and my group was really fun. My mom made my dress, and as you can see, she did a FANTASTIC job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w1010.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw1010.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Faf230%2FTriple_E618%2Fb445a4b5.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1010.photobucket.com/albums/af230/Triple_E618/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b445a4b5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-8513248961745233122?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8513248961745233122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8513248961745233122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8513248961745233122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8513248961745233122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-so-busy.html' title='So So Busy'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-4533893543651294702</id><published>2010-04-11T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:23:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see who wins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we had a comment at the show the other day, about the cheerleaders legs :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say what it is, because there's no need to make people jealous! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;here's the challenge, guess which ones are mine,&lt;br /&gt;and which ones you thought the person said were the best...&lt;br /&gt;If you know, don't cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S8JLcxlSiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/PNmbnUS7aB8/s1600/legsw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S8JLcxlSiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/PNmbnUS7aB8/s320/legsw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459008656044624146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Legs: 1.....2.....3.....4.....5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go ahead and guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-4533893543651294702?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4533893543651294702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=4533893543651294702&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4533893543651294702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/4533893543651294702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-see-who-wins.html' title='Lets see who wins!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S8JLcxlSiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/PNmbnUS7aB8/s72-c/legsw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2078565799199609519</id><published>2010-03-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:08:36.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Among all the frustration I'm dealing with right now because of such stupid people who don't really understand much and have no desire to, It's been a rough week already, and its only Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&lt;br /&gt;Someone decided to bring me sunflowers today,&lt;br /&gt;Because they knew I was having a hard week.&lt;br /&gt;And because he is very, extremely sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And probably too nice to me, because now my expectations for any boy are very high,&lt;br /&gt;and my head is very big :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S43uO8lo1rI/AAAAAAAAACg/UP_7_GHtses/s1600-h/145_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S43uO8lo1rI/AAAAAAAAACg/UP_7_GHtses/s320/145_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444269465110369970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom says he needs to go on a mission soon,&lt;br /&gt;which would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Cause as everyone knows,&lt;br /&gt;GUYS ARE DOUBLY BETTER AFTER THEY GO ON A MISSION.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;That's all I had to blog about without venting about silly, teenage issues.&lt;br /&gt;Which really should be unimportant on the grand scale of things.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I forget how trivial it really is.&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep my head on straight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2078565799199609519?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2078565799199609519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2078565799199609519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2078565799199609519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2078565799199609519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy day :)'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S43uO8lo1rI/AAAAAAAAACg/UP_7_GHtses/s72-c/145_1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-8865453255279558084</id><published>2010-02-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:57:05.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S3gcxwev2UI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZ2-NWnAm38/s1600-h/145_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S3gcxwev2UI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZ2-NWnAm38/s320/145_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438128191202908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when you put five girls together, with 250 or so hearts, chocolate, and a maniacal plan to&lt;br /&gt;completely trash a boys room for valentines day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S3gcxUf1v6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/okWbh6Slumg/s1600-h/145_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S3gcxUf1v6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/okWbh6Slumg/s320/145_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438128183691296674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right: Kimberly, Me, Denise, Maelani, and Capri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-8865453255279558084?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8865453255279558084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=8865453255279558084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8865453255279558084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/8865453255279558084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/S3gcxwev2UI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZ2-NWnAm38/s72-c/145_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-52724679657593961</id><published>2010-01-15T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:04:25.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I was reading something by Deiter F. Uchtdorf. He is one of my all-time FAVORITE people. As I was reading I discovered what love is and I thought I would share that,&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the guiding light that illuminates the disciple's path and fills our daily walk with life, meaning, and wonder. Love is the measure of faith, the inspiration for our obedience and the true altitude of our discipleship. Love is the way of the disciple."&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a great description, Not only about God -Which Uchtdorf was talking about- But about everything, Love is the thing that offers hope in difficult times, its the thing that holds families and friends together through times of hardships.&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning a lot of things lately, sometimes things don't go according to plan, sometimes you can't fix everything, no matter how hard you try, sometimes people are cruel and sometimes people tear your hopes apart. But there are always the people that love you to fall back on. I am so grateful for those people around me who fight to keep it together, the people who ALWAYS stick around no matter what you do, even though it may be hard.&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/5024090668020180811-52724679657593961?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/52724679657593961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=52724679657593961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/52724679657593961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/52724679657593961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-love-is.html' title='What love is...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-5967961280904374575</id><published>2009-12-29T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:10:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>Disneyland was a blast... lots of walking, we went to the beach the next day. I adore the ocean... I love hanging out with my family and just getting away. Thank you for taking me Mom and Dad! If you wanna see pictures visit: mikestribe.blogspot.com It's a happy site. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to post... Don't wanna bore you with venting of my problems or telling endlessly of my uneventful life... Love you and hope everyone is good and safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-5967961280904374575?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/5967961280904374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=5967961280904374575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5967961280904374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/5967961280904374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-7320409592627281235</id><published>2009-11-20T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:32:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just finished my new favorite book last night. Yes, it was a hard read. Yes, it took a couple months. Yes, It was discouraging at times.&lt;br /&gt; But it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time reading this book. I already knew the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;I had read bits and pieces, but I'd never finished.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally did it last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a book with tons of family drama?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little heartache here and there? Pure evil?&lt;br /&gt;Pure good? Miracles? Seemingly endless wars?&lt;br /&gt;A little Romance here and there?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a book that contains events that really happened?&lt;br /&gt;That testifies of Christ and his amazing works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the Book of Mormon last night, the key stone of my religion,&lt;br /&gt;and I have a sure testimony of this book.&lt;br /&gt;The pure joy that I have in reading of my savior and his life.&lt;br /&gt;It goes straight along with all the teachings of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;It adds to the magic and amazement that I already have from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;I know that my savior lives,&lt;br /&gt;That he died for us,&lt;br /&gt;That he is with us every step of this journey,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;That he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-7320409592627281235?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7320409592627281235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=7320409592627281235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7320409592627281235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/7320409592627281235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-finished.html' title='Finally Finished!!!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2126552969430872769</id><published>2009-11-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:28:16.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Love About My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sings to me almost every morning, beautiful, amazing, extremely thought out songs :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives some of the best hugs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I say "I love you" to him and he says "I know" It means more than an "I love you too" because I know it's not an automatic response and that he's actually listening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a very hard worker and does so much for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He tells me "Your way better than a back up dancer" and makes me feel like I can do anything.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sv2JBjXGkUI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNGVGgzuK4Q/s1600-h/Emilee%27s+16th+Bday+18+Jun+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sv2JBjXGkUI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNGVGgzuK4Q/s320/Emilee%27s+16th+Bday+18+Jun+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403625787679478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He denies all the funny stories or songs he tells us kids, but we still have all the good memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is one of the best cooks in the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I need something done he goes out of his way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives me blessings whenever I ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is the best dad in the whole world and I love him so so so much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2126552969430872769?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2126552969430872769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2126552969430872769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2126552969430872769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2126552969430872769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things-i-love-about-my-dad.html' title='10 Things I Love About My Dad'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sv2JBjXGkUI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNGVGgzuK4Q/s72-c/Emilee%27s+16th+Bday+18+Jun+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-6867230895302041499</id><published>2009-10-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:31:24.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Boy Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I think so..&lt;br /&gt;My friend knows I've been having a rough time lately...&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday morning I wake up to these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuuElE2hAEI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vo98OqxpnCM/s1600-h/101_5231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuuElE2hAEI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vo98OqxpnCM/s320/101_5231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398554350826094658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out he had asked me when I generally fall asleep... I tell him 11 pm..&lt;br /&gt;He drives to my house at 12:30 am so that when Paul walks outside at 6 am he yells inside, There are flowers on the porch...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much made me the happiest person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest boy ever? I know so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-6867230895302041499?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6867230895302041499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=6867230895302041499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6867230895302041499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/6867230895302041499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetest-boy-ever.html' title='Sweetest Boy Ever?'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuuElE2hAEI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vo98OqxpnCM/s72-c/101_5231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-2416493197681350915</id><published>2009-10-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:03:28.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On days like today I miss one of my best friends. I know I haven't suffered as much as a loss of others, but still. I actually picked up the phone to call him yesterday cause I was feeling down... I used to do that cause he was always so cheery. And then I hung up cause I remembered he wouldn't be there to talk to me, to make me feel better, to be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going according to plan at all lately. I'm being stupid and not thinking things through... I'm having issues with school. I know that he would've been here to help me with that. To help me with school. To talk to me. To encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuZGRiEBrjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4GFbiYdBVU/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuZGRiEBrjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4GFbiYdBVU/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397078470465531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this, I really miss my best friend, my grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-2416493197681350915?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2416493197681350915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=2416493197681350915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2416493197681350915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/2416493197681350915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-him.html' title='Missing him...'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SuZGRiEBrjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U4GFbiYdBVU/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-3390540960412540060</id><published>2009-10-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:59:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Tour!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a super long post... so if your not much of a reader I would suggest that you skip all my random writing and scroll down to the pictures, they're pretty much self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, many of you know that I wanted to be a flight attendant, this was my first plane ride, and it was the make or break point on my carreer choice. Good news. I loooove flying :).&lt;br /&gt;We went to a ton of places. First stop was Boston, we got there at night so we went up to a sky walk in this huge building and took tons of pictures, we ate, and we went to the hotel, where me and my roommates got minimal amounts of sleep. (which became the routine for EVERY night)&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up bright and early and went down the freedom trail... and let me just mention here that I have been kind of sick for two weeks. It was FREEZING, and since its so hot here I had a light coat. So It was pretty torturous, but worth it. It was really fun and I learned a lot. Then we went to "Old Ironsides". The navy boys there were really nice and funny... and cute. Then we had dinner at a delicious Italian place. Then the hotel... and minimal amounts of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we packed up, and left for Plymouth. All of us fell asleep whenever we sat down, and sometimes even standing up. But it was really fun with all the people who were role playing. We went to the Mayflower and the beach and had a blast there. We then departed for New York. Long bus ride, lots of sleep :). We went to the Empire State Building, rode to the top, and unfortunately, all my pictures were very blurry.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we went to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. I didn't know that the Statue of Liberty was so small. Whenever she is in movies she looks HUGE but I suppose thats all due to camera angles. It was very rainy that day so I tried to stay inside gift shops or historical buildings all day because I was sooo cold. We went to Manhatttan and took a tour of the Downtown area. Then we went to dinner at Juniors. And left for Wicked. It really was amazing, and a lot of the people in our group flipped out about it for the following two days.&lt;br /&gt;We went down fifth avenue the next morning, I went with my friend Michael instead of with my roommates because I'm not really much of a shopper, and I don't find extreme pleasure in looking at over priced objects that I really have no desire for. Anyways, it was really really fun and then we went to dinner and to times square. We didn't sleep at all that night. I curled four girls hair throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;We walked through Central Park the last day, and the Metropolitan museum... too many nude statues for my taste... Thats pretty much the gist of my whole week :) Lots of info I know... 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(If you have no idea what I'm talking about... scope out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancingtolifessong.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;) He is now bathed -multiple times mind you- from Alex's kisses. And is tucked safely in his bed for a nap for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SsAIKq3J5lI/AAAAAAAAABo/zzB7hRl99_w/s1600-h/101_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SsAIKq3J5lI/AAAAAAAAABo/zzB7hRl99_w/s320/101_4637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386314133732451922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lucky duck does NOT float... just so you know :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Lucky duck got home in time to help me pop many balloons to see who a mysterious boy was asking me to homecoming... Fun stuff right??  Here's a picture of the solved puzzle... I don't have pictures of the actual popping of balloons, sorry, but I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; woken up from a LOVELY Sunday nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SsAIrzA_hOI/AAAAAAAAABw/PO2W-bYU8n8/s1600-h/101_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SsAIrzA_hOI/AAAAAAAAABw/PO2W-bYU8n8/s320/101_4634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386314702856881378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good way to say yes to him... creative like... you know...&lt;br /&gt;If you have any good ideas leave a comment... right down there :)&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/5024090668020180811-3724680077990057677?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3724680077990057677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=3724680077990057677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3724680077990057677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/3724680077990057677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-babys-back.html' title='My Baby&apos;s back!!!!!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/SsAIKq3J5lI/AAAAAAAAABo/zzB7hRl99_w/s72-c/101_4637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1132354555204286585</id><published>2009-09-14T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:52:09.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love My Mother</title><content type='html'>- She loves unconditionally and fully.&lt;br /&gt;- She supports all her children's decisions, right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- She stands up for everything she believes in, even when it isn't popular.&lt;br /&gt;- She has an amazing love for the church.&lt;br /&gt;- She is beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;- She thinks the best of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;- She cheers me on when I feel unbearably weak.&lt;br /&gt;- She's there for me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;- She loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of the countless reasons... She is one of my heroes. And I know that everyone says their parents are their heroes but I'm serious... She is who I emulate, she is who I long to become like, and she is the kind of person I want to be someday. I love her, and even though I make countless mistakes that may hurt her, She always loves me and I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for her, and her testimony as it helps build and strengthen mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks mama, you're amazing, I love you, and I couldn't ask for a better mother and friend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sq8PAHpJ2QI/AAAAAAAAABg/cxLOyrcDdpw/s1600-h/emilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sq8PAHpJ2QI/AAAAAAAAABg/cxLOyrcDdpw/s320/emilee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536574457108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1132354555204286585?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1132354555204286585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1132354555204286585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1132354555204286585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1132354555204286585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love.html' title='Why I love My Mother'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK8yLwtgt9Y/Sq8PAHpJ2QI/AAAAAAAAABg/cxLOyrcDdpw/s72-c/emilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024090668020180811.post-1981085683606519833</id><published>2009-08-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:56:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging Community!</title><content type='html'>Today I was in the car with my mom and my "Mother I want a Blog" Speech started and went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother I don't know if you've realized, but I am sixteen years of age. And as I am sixteen I feel that I need a creative outlet to share my thoughts with the world. I feel that when I post all my fun experiences on your blog I make it turn into the 'Emilee Show' And it is no longer for all of the family... So can I have a blog???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She obviously said yes because here I am! You should expect several posts from me, because sometimes I am extremely bored and I might just log on to post nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024090668020180811-1981085683606519833?l=emmyloubutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1981085683606519833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024090668020180811&amp;postID=1981085683606519833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1981085683606519833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024090668020180811/posts/default/1981085683606519833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmyloubutton.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-blogging-community.html' title='Hello Blogging Community!'/><author><name>Emilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390424075210728841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkeggZQ-BIU/TxctUNq0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TH9lSzSQmFo/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
