tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243920266219355072024-03-13T22:42:21.227-06:00Hailee ReneeHaileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-38539772283406415832012-05-18T02:48:00.003-06:002012-05-21T15:32:46.544-06:00climb on!<div style="text-align: center;">
It's almost 3am and I can't sleep. </div>
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So here are some pictures of me rock climbing in Moab :) </div>
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I want to go back to Moab... </div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-48264476865981575092012-04-12T13:31:00.002-06:002012-05-08T01:19:54.912-06:00MOAB!<div style="text-align: center;">
This weekend was probably the most fun I've had...ever.</div>
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seriously<br />
(there aren't many pictures of me since I'm always behind the camera, but one of the guys got some good ones this weekend, so once he gets those up, I'll post them) </div>
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Friday, after our last finals, Janessa and I took off for Spanish Fork, UT for our roommate Kristen's wedding. Saturday night, we left her reception early and drove to meet our friends in MOAB! </div>
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Our friend McCade goes every year with a group of friends and invited us to come this year. We got there at about 11 at night and driving there in the dark was FREAKY! I can't see well in the dark, and there were a few times when I thought for sure we were in the last moments of our lives. </div>
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But we got there alright and the awesome guys had a tent all ready for us. </div>
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Sunday, we woke up to a beautiful, sunshiney Easter morning!</div>
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After breakfast we went into Arches National Park and got special permits to enter part of the park called the Fiery Furnace, which is a lot of boulders and cliffs and slot canyons and fun things to climb over/around/through. </div>
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Sidenote: the park ranger who gave us our permits was an idiot who was making up stupid rules and liked to talk to us like we were kindergartners. </div>
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"Where do we walk when we're inside the fiery furnace?"<br />
"If an elephant came into your house and started stepping on your family, would this be good? Or bad?"</div>
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It would be pretty easy to get lost in the Fiery Furnace, so I periodically made cairns. They saved our lives. Totes. <br />
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After about four hours in the furnace, we went back to camp and hung out, played cards, and talked. Since it was Easter Sunday, it was only fitting the we dye easter eggs :)</div>
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Monday morning we got up and did some climbing at a spot called Wall Street. I had never been rock climbing before and I LOVED IT! </div>
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Seriously, I've been bit by the rock climbing bug BAD.<br />
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After a while, the sun was burning our little fingers off, so we decided to go swimming in GLACIER RUNOFF (or water that was equally as cold) at a spot called Potato Salad. I don't have pictures of where we swam, but this is Tater Salad. The black is rubber from the jeep safari this weekend, where people take their modified jeeps and other cars and try to not roll them as they climb up this ridiculous hill. </div>
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After Potato Salad, some of us went back to climb Wall Street again, which we did until sundown. </div>
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Janessa is super scared of heights and climbed, too! I was super proud of her. She's a champ :)<br />
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After this we went on a night hike back into Arches, up to the Delicate Arch to get some sweet night shots. I, however, am a dummy and didn't realize that I had the wrong kind of cable release, so I didn't really get any shots in. It was fun to just hang out though and look at the stars and talk with some friends.<br />
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Tuesday morning we got one more climb in back at Wall Street and then hit the road for home.<br />
I seriously have the rock climbing bug you guys, and I'm buying my own shoes as soon as I get to Rexburg! Maybe even sooner haha :) <br />
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This was such a fun weekend, one that I won't be forgetting any time soon!<br />
Thanks for inviting me, McCade!</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-50002019756504541332012-03-09T15:40:00.001-07:002012-03-09T15:44:30.204-07:00questions/answers<div style="text-align: center;">So there's this blog I read written by the cutest girl on the planet, <a href="http://www.busybeelauren.com/">Lauren</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I've been heard to say, "Oh, I read on my friend's blog the other day..." totally in reference to Lauren, whom I've never met.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not creepy at all, right? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nope, nope not at all!</div><div style="text-align: center;">But anyway. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She asked these questions on her blog and so I thought I'd answer them on my blog :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>[1] What is your favorite book in the whole world? And if you don't read books (sad), what is your favorite magazine?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love to read. Love love LOVE books! My all-time favorite book, though, is Ella Enchanted. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember once when I finished the last page, then flipped to the front and immediately started it again. I've owned three copies because the first two got worn out from reading them so much!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think I've read it since being in college though, it's definitely time!<b></b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> [2] What is your favorite color to paint on your nails?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I reeeeeeaaaaaally dislike painting my nails because if they get one little chip in them then I pick at all the rest of them. BUT. This summer I bought a nice neutral purpley-gray color called "Chinchilly" by Essie that I love love love!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I like to keep my toes painted though, so they're usually some shade of pink :)<br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> [4] Who would you volunteer for if someone you loved was selected for the Hunger Games?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">My little brothers and my nieces are who immediately come to mind, though none of them are old enough to be entered into the reaping. But of course I would volunteer for them, without a second thought. <b></b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>[5] Describe your first crush and whether it was unrequited or not.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh gosh. Jacob Burgess. He kissed me in kindergarten on the circle rug and I was smitten for the next seven years, even after I moved across state lines from Spocompton to Coeur d'Alene when I was 10.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I remember the valentine's day of 4th grade. He made me a pot and painted it blue (my then-favorite color) with yellow flowers and brought that over with a little heart box of chocolates. That right there is puppy love y'all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I was seriously still so in love with him, even after I'd lived in CDA for a few years. I must have been about 12 by the time it faded. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I think when I was like 15 or 16 I saw him at a stake dance in Spokane...that was fun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He's married now! </div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm an old BYU-I spinster ;)<b><br />
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</b>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-66396278007304848582012-02-27T21:09:00.000-07:002012-02-27T21:09:00.387-07:00is this real life?<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes life punches you in the face and sits on top of you for a while. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Other times, life surprises you by being pretty darn awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago, Janessa told me about an open house being given by Salus University (the PA school in Philadelphia that she was recently accepted to) and how she heard that they're going to start an occupational therapy program soon. I've been planning on going to grad school at the U for years though, so I was a little close-minded about other schools.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I went to this open house, and stayed after to talk with some of the directors. Mostly I talked with Dr. Di Stefano, the vice president of student affairs. He gave me his card and told me to email him for more information, but after we had talked for a while he handed me another card and had me write down <i>my</i> name and email address so that he could make sure I got the information I needed. I emailed him a few days later and he said that he remembered me and told me that he'd been very impressed with me! He asked me to email him my resume, which he said he'd share with the director of the OT program, Dr. Gillard. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hadn't heard anything from them in two weeks, so I was planning on emailing Dr. Gillard myself to let them know I was serious about their program. Thursday afternoon I got an email from her saying she'd seen my resume and was very impressed and that she would stay in touch with me and personally inform me when more information about their program was available! I emailed her this morning, letting her know I'd received her email, thanked her for looking at my resume, and told her I was excited to talk with her more. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND SHE EMAILED ME BACK TONIGHT! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">AND...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She gave me her phone number!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She told me to call her ANY TIME!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">the prerequisites to get into Salus are MUCH less intense than the U (read: no more math classes! No physics!) so I will be graduating this December instead of next April! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sometimes life is good :) </span> </span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-40855006239072369672012-02-22T18:38:00.004-07:002012-02-26T21:54:34.407-07:00weekend<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">This last weekend, I had the most fun I've had in a REALLY long time! I think every weekend of college should be like the last one. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Seriously. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">It was the long weekend, so my and Janessa's old roommate* Ali came up from Provo to visit us. That was fun enough.<br />
Friday night, pretty much the second after Al got here, we went to dinner at the best eating establishment Rexburg has to offer--the taco bus (the one by the roundabout, obviously. The other one is a sad, weak imitation of this one.)<br />
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Which didn't last long, because we were soon on our way to one of the most glorious places on this earth, G's Dairy Delights! Love me some G's!<br />
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To round off a night of adventure, the three of us and some other friends went hot tubbing somewhere and just talked about a lot of things (some funny, some serious) and had a blast. I think I probably have a six-pack now, I was laughing so hard the whole night! We went to bed at like five that night. That was...fun.<br />
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Followed by dinner at Applebee's.<br />
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This night there was this huge snowstorm, pretty much the first of the winter, so later that night we went tubing <strike>behind a friend's truck</strike>.<br />
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We came through a little worse for the wear, but it was fun. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">So that happened. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Sunday night Mom and Phil came to hear my fireside, it was neat to have them there. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Monday we went out to breakfast and just chilled and had an easy day. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Now it's back to school, my second week of teaching, and lots and lots of stress. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">It was a good weekend. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Every weekend should be like this. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*Mine and Janessa's roommate? *Janessa's and my roommate? I worried over this for like five minutes and I still have no clue what the right one is. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If you know what it is, don't tell me...I already feel bad enough about myself. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Oh well. </span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-2189240656005795432012-02-14T18:21:00.002-07:002012-02-14T18:27:04.763-07:00a story<div style="text-align: center;">Once upon a time, probably somewhere around last thursday, five-ish of the kids from my preschool class were the only ones outside during outdoor play (we usually share the playground with two other classes). </div><div style="text-align: center;">During this time, I pretended to be a pirate and let them chase me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
In hindsight, this was a mistake. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today, I went outside again and was <i>immediately </i>assaulted by the same kids from my class. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But</i>, being preschoolers, about a go-jillion (it's a word, my dad and I use it all the time) kids from the other classes followed suit, started screaming like a herd of feral banshees, and chased me around for approximately<i> seventeen hours</i> while I ran away screaming about how I don't want to go to jail because they don't have...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> popsicles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Whatever, don't judge me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would occasionally let them catch me and put me in jail, only to escape a few seconds later.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Followed by banshees screaming,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Teacher! Teacher! I'm going to get you!" </div><div style="text-align: center;">"No pirates here!"<br />
"I'm a pirate too! Get me!"<br />
"Teacher wait, I'm on your side!"<br />
"Get her! Get the pirate!" </div><div style="text-align: center;">"There are lots of popsicles in jail!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, also, at one point, there were about a hundred thousand of these "police officers" <strike>dragging</strike> escorting me back to jail, when all of a sudden I feel one little hand up the back of my shirt and I have to find an appropriate way to say,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Um...let's keep our hands out of teacher's shirt..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy valentine's day :)</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-37011276829416843862012-02-05T23:46:00.002-07:002012-02-05T23:51:49.787-07:00Psalm 23<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Twice in my life I've had the privilege of singing a different arrangement of the 23rd Psalm, and both times it has had a different meaning, depending on my situation in life and the trials I was (am) going through at the time. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">The first time was in my senior year of high school--I was in the Idaho All-State Women's Choir in Pocatello and the song was entitled, appropriately, Psalm 23. Singing it in rehearsals was emotional for me when I reflected on the words, but when we were finally performing it in the concert, I burst out in tears right on the stage as the song came to its climax and we sang,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>"Surely goodness and mercy will follow me. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>And in the house of the Lord, </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>I will dwell forever, I'll dwell forever! </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>Lauda! Lauda!"</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I remember feeling so loved by my Savior that I just couldn't contain all that love and joy. Hence the tears. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now I'm in a choir called From the Heart. We sing pretty awesome spiritual songs. We're singing one right now called, "Brother James' Air." It's pretty much my favorite song of our program. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">(Backstory: the choir went on retreat in Island Park this weekend (fear not, separate cabins for ladies and gents) and sang and sang and sang until we had our songs learned.)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One thing I love most about FTH is when people offer personal insight about the songs we're singing.<br />
One thing someone shared about this song on retreat was its message about the atonement, and how, if we trust in the Savior and align our will with His, we need not fear. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We don't have to be afraid of anything. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>"Yea, though I pass through shadow's death</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>yet will I fear no ill. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>For Thou art with me, and Thy rod</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>and staff me comfort still. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Rod and staff.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Comfort still. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Comfort still." </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sometimes when I'm praying for guidance through a trial, I'll receive an answer, and I'll know what it is the Lord wants me to do; </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">but many times I lack the faith to believe that if I do what I'm prompted, things will turn out alright. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In my head, I know that the Lord won't let us walk in the dark long before he lights the way ahead, but I have a hard time applying it to myself, especially in the past few weeks. </div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This weekend I was strongly reminded of this and my testimony of my Saviors love for me and mindfulness of all of His children as individuals was strengthened in a way that I've been searching for in weeks past, but haven't been able to find. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm more grateful than I can say for the examples of my fellow choir members, and their willingness to share the things they feel when touched upon by the spirit. </span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"Goodness and mercy all my days will surely follow me,</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>and in my Father's heart alway, my dwelling place shall be"</i></span></div><br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h5viKCiLg0c" width="420"></iframe>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-1879414585528156512012-01-29T18:36:00.001-07:002012-01-29T22:08:13.867-07:00hurt<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">my heart hurts. I need hugs and validation. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I know it's a lame, vague thing to put on a blog--only about half a step up as having it as my facebook status, but...it is what it is. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For those of you who actually read this--be my friend. hug me. validate me. tell me that I did the right thing. </span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-49736436152239265312012-01-24T16:15:00.001-07:002012-01-24T16:17:25.873-07:00preschool<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Today I taught preschool as the lead teacher for the first time! Let me tell you, boys and girls, it was scary but one of the most fun things I've ever done! I loved it! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I got about two hours of sleep last night (punctuated by preschool-teaching nightmares--yikes!)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I feel (and look) like I've been living in the dumpster behind Craigo's for a week and a half. (and I was thus spotted by an ex-boyfriend--the horror!). </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">But I am so happy!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">First of all, because L. Tom Perry was the devotional speaker here in Rexburg today. That was neat. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Second of all, because I get the opportunity to work one-on-one with a little boy here in town who maybe has some sensory issues and needs a little bit of extra love!!! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I've been so bummed that we don't have any special needs kids in our preschool class, and this boy has not been specified as having any special needs, but this just makes my heart so happy! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Ever since I worked in the special needs classroom at Mount Logan Middle School (fall 2010), I've been aching for some similar kids to work with! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I love this kind of work.<br />
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I think my favorite part of preschool is, any time we leave the classroom, we have to hold the children's hands until we get to our destination.<br />
That is my favorite part!<br />
I guess it may seem weird to most people, but I love the feeling of those pudgy little baby hands in mine.<br />
It's definitely the best :)</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-86681736104699970152012-01-17T22:10:00.001-07:002012-01-18T23:34:33.457-07:00typical<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight was fun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">After watching a bazillion hours of Prison Break (typical),</div><div style="text-align: center;">Janessa (my roommate/BFF here in rexburg) and I got studious and did some homework (typical. ish). </div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we decided we needed to work out (typical for Janessa, nooooot so much for me. I'm making an effort though),</div><div style="text-align: center;">so we did a little cardio, then popped in our Jillian Michaels DVD (six week six pack!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">yelled at Jillian a LOT (typical of us when we engage in this sort of activity),</div><div style="text-align: center;">then Janessa made us a healthy smoothie to share (typical)</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I watched while wolfing down a spoonful of nutella (typical). </div><div style="text-align: center;">Back to homework now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">blehh</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">ALSO, today was my first day of being a preschool teacher and I LOVED it!! Nothing too eventful happened, but this conversation was my favorite of the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">H: "Teacher, teacher! We had to go to the hospital yesterday!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: "Oh no! What happened?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">H: "I stuck something in my ear."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love preschoolers :)</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-21649482773027195962012-01-12T21:40:00.003-07:002012-01-13T09:06:54.287-07:00From the Heart<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">This semester I tried out and made it into a choir called "From the Heart." It's a choir run by and made up of students from here at BYU-I. They sing at firesides on campus and travel around at the end of the semester for a weekend and go on tour somewhere in or close-ish to Idaho. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Tonight was our first rehearsal and, though we did mostly introductory things and only sang for about twenty minutes, my heart is just so full. I don't even think I have the words to explain it right now, I'll try to explain later maybe :) For now, just listen to this song we're going to sing. It's called "Here is Hope"<br />
Guys. I <i>want</i> this solo.</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Another song that I think is going to be my favorite is called "Jesus, My Savior." The last few lines are,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>All of my life, yea, all of my days,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">still not enough to sing thy praise.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">This pretty much sums up my feelings as of late. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've missed being in a real choir, it's been far too long. And one like this, where our main goal is to invite the spirit...I'm just so grateful and so excited.</span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-49746740263054899502012-01-10T14:55:00.005-07:002012-01-10T21:25:15.402-07:00Goodbye 2011<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2011 has been a really interesting year for me. Here are some of the things I've done (in the order that I can think of them):</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I took my first trip to Park City and didn't take nearly enough pictures. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I restored my grandpa's camera from 1948 by looking at it for about a million hours (give or take three) and pushing every button the same amount of times to discover what they do. I also cleaned that camera with cotton swabs. Obsessive? Absolutely.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I went to two funerals in one week, each for grandparents on different sides of the family. -I sang at both those funerals.<br />
-I promptly vowed to never sing at another funeral again. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I photographed my grandpa's funeral with the aforementioned camera, which he used while he was serving in the Korean war. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I started going to school year-round and, after year one (a year and a half of school done over 10 months), I want to poke my eyes out with those little swords that are sometimes in sandwiches and/or fruity drinks.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got called as relief society president and had the biggest melt-down to date. Take all the melt-downs I've had in the middle of all six previous finals, combine them, multiply them by the power of a thousand suns, and that was this meltdown. I hope you get the point by now that it was bad.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got over my feelings of inadequacy and did a fair job in my calling. </div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I drove an hour in the middle of the night to go hot-tubbing at a place that, upon arrival, was closed for maintenance, but got to know the people in the car really well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got a new niece!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got accepted to go to Russia, again, and had to turn it down,<i> again</i>, and my heart broke, <i>again</i>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got my car stuck in a hole in a field in the middle of Idaho Falls...yeah...</span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I got better at shooting film, especially medium format, which I love. I LOVE medium format film!<br />
-I shot a lot of guns, yo. A <b><i>lot</i></b> of guns. </div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I didn't take nearly enough pictures. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I learned how to talk about my feelings without my brain shutting down. This is a big, big thing for me. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I met and talked to some really cool hot-air ballooners!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I took some really cool pictures in some really neat places. I think the Pallisaides was my favorite.<br />
-I had two people pay me to take their engagement pictures. This taught me a lot of things, like not to let clients walk all over you, and that everyone is happier when you stay true to your own style. I also decided to take a break from that kind of photography, and I'm not sure I've completely recovered yet!!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I bought <strike>three</strike> four new cameras and coveted a lot, LOT more cameras. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I lost touch with some friends that I used to think I couldn't live with out. Turns out I can. It stinks, but I can. Who would've thought?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-I made some amazing, amazing friends that I hope I never lose touch with.<br />
-I TOUCHED A CADAVER! One that has been at BYUI for 10+ years!! I HATED touching the cadavers and did it as little as possible <br />
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And that's a little bit about my 2011.<br />
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2012 is already shaping up to be a big, big year!<br />
I'm working in the preschool on campus, which, contrary to how it sounds, is going to be my very most stressful class. My first lesson plan is due tomorrow and I have no idea what I'm doing! The kids start coming on Thursday though, and I'm so excited for that :)<br />
Also, I tried out for a fireside choir on Sunday and yesterday I made it to the first round of callbacks! We get the final word sometime tonight and I don't think the butterflies in my stomach will go away until then. (UPDATE: I MADE IT IN!! More to come on this later)<br />
2012 will also bring:<br />
-Three more semesters of school<br />
-The GRE<br />
-Grad school applications<br />
So those things all have to do with school...I don't know what else 2012 will hold, but I'm excited to see :)<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">So I'm home(ish) in Logan with the apartment all to myself while Mom and Phil spend a few days in Park City (to be joined by the rest of us on Wednesday). </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I thought this alone time would be good to unwind from the last week of 4-hour-long nights of sleep and the last three months of living with five other girls...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">but today was just a big gigantic fail. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">1. I fail at watering the Christmas tree</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">First of all, we have a real tree for the first time in my life (that I can remember, which is the important thing). When mom talked to me about it--while I was still in Rexburg--she sounded completely in love with this tree. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">"You need to water it every morning at 9:03 sharp with one of those big plastic glasses full of 3/4 water and the rest orange pedialyte with some vitamin D and omega 3's mixes in or he gets kind of fussy. You must also sing. "Oh Christmas Tree" is his favorite."</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">At least I think that's what she said. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Anyway, I shimmied under the tree my first morning here and started dumping water in the base, but the water level reached the top and hasn't gone down since, so I'm thinking I put the water in the wrong place, and I'm too scared to call my mom and ask what I did wrong. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">2. I fail at being productive</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"> There was absolutely no chance of going Christmas shopping in Rexburg, a) because it was finals time and I was too busy, and b) because...come on. It's rexburg. Where would I get Christmas presents? CAL ranch? The Walmart? Family Dollar? So I made up a list of everything I needed to buy/make and planned to get it all done before I left for Park City. So, today and tomorrow. Did I get anything done today? Why no, no I did not. Tomorrow is going to be greaaaaat. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">3. I fail at something reeeeeaaallly embarrassing</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">So...those of you who know me well, know what kind of hair I have. Tons. Tons of super frizzy, high maintenance hair. For the most part, I've learned to manage it.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"> My hair does wonderful in Boise, it blows dry in about 5 minute's work with a round brush and I don't even have to straighten it and it's silky and shiny and soft.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Rexburg is slightly worse, it takes a while, but blowing it dry and straightening it usually does the trick.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Logan, Utah hates my hair. Or my hair hates Logan. Take your pick. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It takes EONS to blow dry and an equally long, boring time to straighten, after which I still resemble Medusa's slightly better looking, slightly snake-less sister. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This morning I mustered up the productivity to take a shower, and upon blowing my hair dry, I realize that it feels really weird. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The conclusion that I've come to is that</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">a) My hair is rebelling against being in Logan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">or</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">b) I didn't wash all of the conditioner out. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So either way...I failed at washing my hair. This should be a basic functioning skill for a 21-year-old college senior, right?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
And I thought I'd made so much progress folding that fitted sheet on Saturday...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-75704063761462924692011-11-21T21:57:00.001-07:002011-11-21T23:40:48.020-07:00women<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"The battle should not be over individual women finding equality, but womanhood, and those characteristics that make it unique, finding equality. Equality for all womanhood, not individuals. <i>Women shouldn't have to become like men to make a difference in this world</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Carol Gilligan</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">(emphasis added by me, Hailee)</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-10189571647269307802011-11-15T17:48:00.000-07:002011-11-15T17:48:29.707-07:00going home<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">going home going home going home going home going home</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I'm going home* on friday and taking Nate with me! And Erin will be there too! And Will and Jessy! And my babies Lexi and Paisley! And mommy! And Phil! And my cousins!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I have two huge tests to take before I leave and another one to take the day after I get back and homework to do and I'm TRYING to concentrate, but there's this constant buzzing in the back of my mind saying</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">going home going home going home going home going home</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*when I say home, I don't mean Coeur d'Alene, where I WISH home was, but to Logan where my parents and Will and Jessy live. Which is starting to feel a little bit like home. But still isn't my Coeur d'Alene. </span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-91083069685041868112011-11-12T10:25:00.002-07:002011-11-12T10:25:43.626-07:00today<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Today I miss my Grandpa</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Seriously, Nate and I have been dating for six months and have one legitimate picture together, and that stinks. Something is wrong here people! For someone who owns upwards of 10 cameras, you'd think there would be massive amounts of picture taking going on.<br />
Nope.<br />
Mostly just screen shots. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Someone fast forward to January. Go. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">AAAAANYWAY</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">It snowed here on Friday night, so on Saturday I felt justified in making the most bomb christmas music playlist EVER and listening to it while I did homework.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Until they make a genre of music that is legitimately classifiable as "thanksgiving music," I reserve the right to listen to christmas music starting the day after halloween. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the end. </span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-23136892921361981242011-10-12T22:56:00.000-06:002011-10-12T22:56:27.055-06:00one month down<div style="text-align: center;">I wish I had a lot of time to blog something really cool and tell how my life is going. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But I don't. </div><div style="text-align: center;">That's coming sometime in the not too distant future.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ANYWAY, I will just let you know of my desire for it to be after thanksgiving so that I can listen to the forgotten carols, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and watch little women</div><div style="text-align: center;">and a christmas story</div><div style="text-align: center;">and white christmas</div><div style="text-align: center;">and christmas in connecticut</div><div style="text-align: center;">all day every day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">that's all. </div><div style="text-align: center;">the end</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh, and a sneak peek of some pictures I have yet to edit. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Paisley Jane, swinging in a swing like she's a big kid and stuff<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s1092.photobucket.com/albums/i402/Hizzailee/?action=view&current=DSC_0257.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i402/Hizzailee/DSC_0257.jpg" /></a></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-42114578882205157902011-09-22T13:53:00.002-06:002011-09-22T14:08:03.111-06:00down for the count<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">A few months ago, I posted about how life essentially punched me in the face. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Literally (and yes, I mean that in the truest sense of the word) yesterday, I finally got to the point where I felt like everything was on track and I was so <i>so</i> exited about the road I was on and the places I was going. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I went to an open house by the U (my grad school of choice) and was practically jumping around, I was <i>so happy</i> about starting grad school soon, albeit behind schedule. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">And then, a few short hours ago, life punched me in the face.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Again. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">It's pretty much the same thing as last time, more prerequisites to take. But this time...it's just too much. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I don't think I can get up from this one.<br />
I keep breaking out in tears and I just want to quit functioning for a few days.<br />
But I can't, because half the things in my anatomy & physiology class are over my head, I've got to fulfill my calling, and I have tests and papers and assignments piling up higher every day. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">And what kills me about it, is that I have <i>noble</i> goals. I want to be an OT so that I can help people who are in some of the scariest situations of their lives. I want to work with kids with special needs to improve their quality of life!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">So why can't I get a break?</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-58650502576599642592011-09-17T21:31:00.005-06:002011-09-17T22:28:11.203-06:00blahg<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I like to pretend that I have a lot of "readers" and people who actually care if I update my blahg.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">So to you imaginary readers out there, I say sorry.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I'm taking smart people classes now AND just got called as the relief society president. One week into the semester and I've already had two major meltdowns.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Awesome.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Anyway, I have some cool pictures coming soon, I promise. I shot a few rolls of film that I'm REALLY excited about, so I'll have them up as soon as I develop and scan them. Also some more digital stuff soon :)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">And until then, here are some pictures that I've taken not-so-recently but that I like a lot.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oops, how did this get on here? :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s1092.photobucket.com/albums/i402/Hizzailee/photography/?action=view&current=DSC_0060.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i402/Hizzailee/photography/DSC_0060.jpg" /></a></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-42854134228897892682011-08-02T00:02:00.000-06:002011-08-02T00:02:23.858-06:00i want<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I'm not saying this because I'm sad or depressed or angry or any of those things,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">but more than almost anything in the world right now,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I want to be getting ready to go to Russia. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I just want to go to Russia so bad!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I don't know what it is that ties me to Mother Russia, but that is where my heart is.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I can't explain it.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I was in the library the other day and found a book of pictures of the Romanovs (Tsar Nicolas and Alexandria) and it just made me heart ache!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Anyway</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'll have some fun pictures of my summer so far up soon.</span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-54056195158052000072011-07-31T21:25:00.001-06:002011-07-31T22:42:15.147-06:00oh mother<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Me: My new ward is alright, except most of my friends moved. And [insert boy's name here] moved too, so...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Mom: So you can't date him?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Me: Eh, I wouldn't want to date him, he's too high maintenance for me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Mom: You'd prefer to admire from a short distance?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Me: Yeah. I don't think he'd like to live with me on my farm. He probably wouldn't appreciate my milk cow or honeybees.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Mom: Or your chickens.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Me: Yeah. Or my goats! I decided I want to have goats too.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Mom: Goats?? You can't eat a goat!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I love you Mom :)</span></div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824392026621935507.post-72383483162411322132011-07-05T20:41:00.000-06:002011-07-05T20:41:09.430-06:00fourth of jew-lie<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">This weekend was great!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I had a serious boatload of homework to catch up on this weekend. I thought "not a problem. Nate will be home monday, I'll do homework all day sunday and be ready to hang out all day monday."</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">not so.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Nate came home sunday afternoon! He came over to my apartment and asked me and Janessa, "what are you girls doing tonight?"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">The smart answer would have been "homework" but we are not smart and said, "nothing!"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Tetonia was GORGEOUS. I could be happy living there, I think. We slept at Nathan's aunt's house Sunday night (I say "slept" but two and a half hours is more like a nap. We had fun roasting marshmallows and stargazing and talking and laughing and playing phase 10 though, so it was worth it) and monday got up at five and drove to Driggs for the hot air balloon show.</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">They ended up canceling the show because the weather wasn't good for ballooning, but we got to talk with some really cool people! The guy getting jumped by the horse is Ernie. Ernie is pretty legit. Speaking of legit, as much as I love my (Phil's) camera, I felt pretty un-legit in that crowd with my Nikon D70. After the 3 millionth Cannon 5D Mark II, the handful of Nikon D700's and all of the L series lenses I saw, I just kept my head down and tried to snap pictures without anyone noticing what camera I was using. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Once we got to the Palisaides, we were all pretty pooped, so we took a little nap in the truck, then put the sailboat in!</div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Then it was back to rexburg for shower, food, homework in rapid succession, and we were off to idaho falls for the "biggest firework show west of the mississippi" (pish posh)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">It was good, I missed watching fireworks over Lake Coeur d'Alene, though. </div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">And that was my independence day!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I seriously love this holiday, when the fireworks were booming and "Proud to be an American" was blasting...God bless the USA.</div>Haileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556132243179342096noreply@blogger.com1