<?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-2143691251716149874</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:25:24.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy's Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-2103879949372346494</id><published>2012-01-27T13:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:53:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stashing</title><content type='html'>I know! Look at that I am blogging :) I am a reader- I love to read, doesn't matter what it is- for the most part I will give most anything a try. I always take a book with me no matter where I go, that way if I am my usual 15 minutes early to an event or someone else is late I am not bored- cause I have a book :) I also have the habit of stashing books at different places. I am currently reading 3, no wait 4 books and listening to a 5th on my iPod. One book I have in my room on my bed to read at night, one book in my drawer at work to read during lunch, one at my boyfriends house to read while I am there (cause he reads as much as I do) and then I have a book I am reading on my ereader app on my phone in case I happen to be somewhere without a printed book. Hopefully this cumpulsive stashing of books everywhere will help decrease the size of my 'to read' pile- it is pretty bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-2103879949372346494?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/2103879949372346494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=2103879949372346494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2103879949372346494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2103879949372346494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2012/01/stashing.html' title='Stashing'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-1602212583944063032</id><published>2011-02-09T08:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:14:29.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents......</title><content type='html'>Guys are hard to shop for! This is a new experience having to shop for one for Valentines day. I ended up getting him this.....think he will share???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571708223585893586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/TVKvG_L1vNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jnS8V65r7pI/s200/berries.jpg" /&gt;got them here.... &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/"&gt;www.berries.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-1602212583944063032?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/1602212583944063032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=1602212583944063032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1602212583944063032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1602212583944063032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2011/02/presents.html' title='Presents......'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/TVKvG_L1vNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jnS8V65r7pI/s72-c/berries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-2023586647696760034</id><published>2011-02-03T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:08:46.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French</title><content type='html'>Je pense que j'ai un ami! =)=)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-2023586647696760034?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/2023586647696760034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=2023586647696760034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2023586647696760034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2023586647696760034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2011/02/french.html' title='French'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-3479960390997530341</id><published>2010-10-05T08:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:35:10.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Those Are Pigs Flying By...=)</title><content type='html'>The impossible has happened- I have a boyfriend =)=)=)=)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-3479960390997530341?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/3479960390997530341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=3479960390997530341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/3479960390997530341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/3479960390997530341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-those-are-pigs-flying-by.html' title='Yes, Those Are Pigs Flying By...=)'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-6673210880409245189</id><published>2010-06-10T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:36:15.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Verdict is......</title><content type='html'>A torn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deltoid&lt;/span&gt; ligament in my left ankle- discovered by the handy MRI I had to have a week and a half ago. Sigh.... Surgery to repair is on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- so I 'get' to be in a cast I think till the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of August. Oh joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-6673210880409245189?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/6673210880409245189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=6673210880409245189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6673210880409245189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6673210880409245189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-verdict-is.html' title='And the Verdict is......'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-1889220050249702316</id><published>2010-05-27T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:54:12.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY??!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S_7b1pniHFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UVsTQPc_y5I/s1600/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476055911680318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S_7b1pniHFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UVsTQPc_y5I/s200/Picture+7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Ten Years? REALLY? That is just weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-1889220050249702316?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/1889220050249702316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=1889220050249702316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1889220050249702316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1889220050249702316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/05/really.html' title='REALLY??!!???'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S_7b1pniHFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UVsTQPc_y5I/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5384790590622209096</id><published>2010-05-11T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:40:58.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax</title><content type='html'>Note: this post has nothing to do with shoes, ships, or sealing wax- just in case you are reading in breathless anticipation for mention of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty boring. Not much happens, hence the long span of time inbetween my posts. If anything REALLY exciting-like me dating- ever happens then all of you who read this will be some of the first to know, don't you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then an update on my foot- it is still pretty swollen and does not have full range of motion yet. I go back to the doc in a week and in theory if it is not doing well I will be evaluated for ankle reconstruction surgery. Now doesn't that sound like fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-5384790590622209096?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5384790590622209096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5384790590622209096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5384790590622209096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5384790590622209096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-shoes-and-ships-and-sealing-wax.html' title='Of Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5334685510699198778</id><published>2010-02-21T16:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:23:02.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That Was Fun</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I was rock climbing. This was a good thing because I am required to climb once a week in addition to class to get full credit for participation. My friend Karen hooked me up with a buddy of hers named Matt who loves to climb, and we had tried for weeks to mesh schedules so that we could go together. Well on Tuesday, everything meshed and we met up to go climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt had the brilliant idea that we should try bouldering. This is rock climbing without a rope in case you didn't know. It was my first time trying this, but The Quarry where I climb has a nice bouncy floor so when you fall, you don't get hurt, or at least that is the goal. I showed up with all of my non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;athleticism&lt;/span&gt; and fell my first time up the wall. I only fell about 2.5 feet, but Matt thought I hit my foot on one of the foot holds as I fell and as I landed, I rolled my ankle. This was the result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440839933269846930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S4G_F65PK5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-tbb-l3u3XE/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440839951143193058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S4G_G9ekyeI/AAAAAAAAANM/Fy3geN5UNgo/s200/GetAttachment3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440839939717238018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S4G_GS6ajQI/AAAAAAAAANE/MA_0ysJF6po/s200/GetAttachment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440839935517832386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S4G_GDRMtMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Dt-QmQKEogc/s200/GetAttachment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; the foot it not broken, much to the surprise of the doctor. I do however have a level three sprain, which means I tore one ligament, possibly two, and might need &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;. I go see the doctor again in three weeks to see if everything is healing the way it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to. I should stay away from sports. I really should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2143691251716149874-5334685510699198778?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5334685510699198778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5334685510699198778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5334685510699198778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5334685510699198778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-that-was-fun.html' title='Well That Was Fun'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/S4G_F65PK5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-tbb-l3u3XE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-7984239761162016264</id><published>2010-02-02T15:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:19:57.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions........</title><content type='html'>If you have noticed on my side bar I am taking an Anthropology class this semester. The great thing about this class is there is no final! The bad thing is, the majority of our grade is a research paper due at the end of the semester. So as not to be completly stressed out, I am thinking up subjects now. The paper can be on anything, and I am toying with the idea of writing a paper on courting rituals in different societies. The only problem with that is I havn't the foggiest notion of where to look for books to read on the subject. So this is a call for help- PLEASE let me know if you know of a book that will help me out, or if you have a brilliant idea for a paper that has something to do with anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, for my rock climbing class I have made it to the top of the climbing wall several times in one class. I am still scared out of my mind that I will fall and plumit to my death (yes I know that is why I have a belay person, but my entire class is made up of cute little nursing studants all of whom I probably out way by about 20 lbs) but I am getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-7984239761162016264?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/7984239761162016264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=7984239761162016264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7984239761162016264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7984239761162016264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/02/questions.html' title='Questions........'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-3078789736052180660</id><published>2010-01-22T11:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:22:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Prison Again</title><content type='html'>Prison has been most entertaining this week. We had one inmate die, end stage cancer. Another inmate is in the process of dieing from cancer. Then the fun story of the week happened yesterday. One of the inmates picked up his breakfast try, walked to the second tier of the unit, which was odd cause he lives on the first tier, then proceeded to dive head first of the second tier to the floor below. Yup that has been our week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-3078789736052180660?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/3078789736052180660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=3078789736052180660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/3078789736052180660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/3078789736052180660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-in-prison-again.html' title='Life in Prison Again'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-8393521681968148416</id><published>2009-11-26T10:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:23:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sw65cWr4pHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3hRyyo64ro4/s1600/boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408464099295667314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sw65cWr4pHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3hRyyo64ro4/s200/boys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sw64SFPpMNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TY0_jIQ6NAw/s1600/boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-8393521681968148416?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/8393521681968148416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=8393521681968148416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8393521681968148416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8393521681968148416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful For'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sw65cWr4pHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3hRyyo64ro4/s72-c/boys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-9150871200856422954</id><published>2009-10-09T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:27:39.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss-qvoBEiXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Md5-ODEY5qU/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390715014158256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss-qvoBEiXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Md5-ODEY5qU/s200/taylor-lautner-435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM! That is all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-9150871200856422954?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/9150871200856422954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=9150871200856422954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9150871200856422954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9150871200856422954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/10/yum.html' title='YUM!!!!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss-qvoBEiXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Md5-ODEY5qU/s72-c/taylor-lautner-435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-9158385586330706532</id><published>2009-10-07T21:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:13:45.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss1Y3CTWyGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wA7wF6Bhn_w/s1600-h/bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390062031566456930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss1Y3CTWyGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wA7wF6Bhn_w/s200/bom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip to San Diego was delightful- despite my flight home being delayed an hour and a half because of the snow that was supposedly falling in Salt Lake. One of the best things I took away from my trip was a new way to read the Book of Mormon. Now I know I am not the only one who has struggled with regular scripture study. I do really well until I get to the Isaiah chapters and then I put down my trusty quad and the bookmark will remain in the same place for months on end. I am getting better, and my new effort has lots to do with my dear friend Nikole. While I was visiting her flooded apartment we were discussing reading our scriptures. Nikole is much better at it than I am, and she got to hear the mission president in her area give a talk about the Book of Mormon, and how to read it with better meaning. He has all his missionaries read the Book of Mormon this way, and Nikole took good notes and started to read it the same way, and she has in turn passed it along to me. So for all of you who are interested here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get a new copy of the Book of Mormon- and I mean the cheap $2 one from the distribution center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get 4 different colors of colored pencils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. As you start to read, mark your scriptures in the following way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Color #1- Anytime Christ's name is mentioned (nikole and i also mark any form of Christs name, ie: God, Lord, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Color #2-Principles or Doctrine of the gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Color #3- Attributes of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Color #4- Any time that Christ is speaking or being quoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It has been very interesting to read this way, and I have found myself paying more attention as I read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Also everyone should check out Jeffery R. Holland's talk from conference this past Sunday. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-9158385586330706532?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/9158385586330706532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=9158385586330706532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9158385586330706532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9158385586330706532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Ss1Y3CTWyGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wA7wF6Bhn_w/s72-c/bom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-7422856976702684991</id><published>2009-09-25T06:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:25:50.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I Go</title><content type='html'>Am off to San Diego, will think about coming back......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-7422856976702684991?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/7422856976702684991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=7422856976702684991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7422856976702684991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7422856976702684991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-i-go.html' title='Off I Go'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5410344271150445620</id><published>2009-08-16T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:04:41.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want One!!!</title><content type='html'>My best friend had baby #2 a few weeks ago, and she is beautiful, and I want one! (yes i realize i need a husband for this to happen, and to have a husband i need a boyfriend first, and to have a boyfriend i would actually need to, ya know, date-not that i am not trying)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sog7Pfxj0SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYcO8RrxWXs/s1600-h/elliette1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370607693052760354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sog7Pfxj0SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYcO8RrxWXs/s200/elliette1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her a few days after she was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sog76fEivPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m_mO7qkwzDM/s1600-h/elliette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370608431598320882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sog76fEivPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m_mO7qkwzDM/s200/elliette2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and here she is at 3 weeks- isn't she beautiful!&lt;br /&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/2143691251716149874-5410344271150445620?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5410344271150445620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5410344271150445620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5410344271150445620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5410344271150445620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-one.html' title='I Want One!!!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Sog7Pfxj0SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYcO8RrxWXs/s72-c/elliette1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-9125606696961198542</id><published>2009-08-15T23:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:00:01.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip!</title><content type='html'>HAVASUPAI 2009 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gaggle of us that went down (sorry the picture is so fuzzy- 17 of us in all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecxHRCEII/AAAAAAAAAEs/-mHUqcxvB0M/s1600-h/6160_1188825513618_1017746090_579442_315080_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefKs28v5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O0WUJ6HD9mU/s1600-h/6160_1188825513618_1017746090_579442_315080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370436086851747730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefKs28v5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O0WUJ6HD9mU/s200/6160_1188825513618_1017746090_579442_315080_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we saw on the way.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecziBktCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W5eALjlvMHs/s1600-h/383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433489783272482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecziBktCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W5eALjlvMHs/s200/383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecyZpAgyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LFd39b2y5qM/s1600-h/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433470352884514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecyZpAgyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LFd39b2y5qM/s200/399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecxyNUEGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o6mTpMZhnMM/s1600-h/374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433459767742562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoecxyNUEGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o6mTpMZhnMM/s200/374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did while we were there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoeczEgtrpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TIjasahzi9c/s1600-h/387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433481860820626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoeczEgtrpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TIjasahzi9c/s200/387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoedH7htgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tzDphgibPn8/s1600-h/6776_681124434189_17832711_38381388_8024073_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433840226337330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoedH7htgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tzDphgibPn8/s200/6776_681124434189_17832711_38381388_8024073_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoedHZEz-AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8akMGA0-YWI/s1600-h/6060_227714420709_711455709_8154901_7836458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433830978320386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoedHZEz-AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8akMGA0-YWI/s200/6060_227714420709_711455709_8154901_7836458_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefLUhv3JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2mvZZF_T4xE/s1600-h/412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370436097500241042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefLUhv3JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2mvZZF_T4xE/s200/412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefL-2lYII/AAAAAAAAAGE/gjbH8Kd1RQI/s1600-h/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370436108861923458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefL-2lYII/AAAAAAAAAGE/gjbH8Kd1RQI/s200/384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local wildlife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefKHiQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h42-S22_7SU/s1600-h/6776_681124484089_17832711_38381398_3129014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370436076832882018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefKHiQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h42-S22_7SU/s200/6776_681124484089_17832711_38381398_3129014_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a blast, and I didn't die. If you get a chance to go- DO IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoedINI3g_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/rN-R27mROFY/s1600-h/6776_681124484089_17832711_38381398_3129014_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2143691251716149874-9125606696961198542?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/9125606696961198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=9125606696961198542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9125606696961198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9125606696961198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip.html' title='The Trip!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SoefKs28v5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O0WUJ6HD9mU/s72-c/6160_1188825513618_1017746090_579442_315080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-6640396835848768504</id><published>2009-07-22T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:04:00.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I come!</title><content type='html'>I will be &lt;a href="http://www.havasupaitribe.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;this weekend. Stitches and all! If I don't die, I will post all about it next week! Stay tuned.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-6640396835848768504?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/6640396835848768504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=6640396835848768504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6640396835848768504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6640396835848768504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-come.html' title='Here I come!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-64217677174629337</id><published>2009-07-19T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:04:46.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went tubing down the Provo river yesterday for a ward activity. Needless to say I am a clutz. I lost my tube, and in the process of trying to get it back I went over some rapids on my shins, which resulted in me gashing open my shin. After going into shock on the middle of the river, getting me up the side of the river bank and into a car, off to the hospital I went with some of the other people in my ward. We only had to wait like 2 minutes before I was back in a room getting my vitals taken. Keep in mind I am still in my swimming suit, and ver dirty from the river. It was all very funny, the guys that were with me kept me pretty entertained, even though John had to leave the room as the nurse injected the cut with Lidocain. I ended up with 7 stitches and one heck of a bruise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took some pictures on my phone, and will now add them- so if you don't want to look at them you don't have too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370919819601010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SmPc83wuZHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ddkAJcrg-O8/s200/0718091734b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Kevin, John, and Liz from my ward, they came with me to the hospital and provided the comic relief for the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371476451145474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SmPddRYBtwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WhUQMYcpqvo/s200/0718091733a.jpg" /&gt;Here is the cut before I got the stitches, and before they cleaned it up a little. We had made a lovely pressure bandage out of John's shirt, he did not ask for it back and the shirt he is wearing belongs to our friend Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371487687395474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SmPdd7O9SJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/w3ViwCu7zUM/s200/0718091759a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here it is after the stitches. The red area has now turned even more red and is getting ready to turn into a lovely bruise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trip was really fun and I had a blast, and according to John I shouldn't worry because guys really dig scars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-64217677174629337?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/64217677174629337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=64217677174629337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/64217677174629337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/64217677174629337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-stitches.html' title='7 Stitches'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SmPc83wuZHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ddkAJcrg-O8/s72-c/0718091734b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-435927230010753108</id><published>2009-06-23T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:46:22.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Prison</title><content type='html'>I work at the prison. For the most part it is pretty boring and your basic job of same stuff, different day. The exception to this rule is Tuesdays. Every Tuesday inmates parole. We get to see all the cute little families come and pick up there significant other and take the required 'the day i got out of prison' picutres (you think i am kidding). These are the scrapbooking moments we all want to share right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however we got a treat. A black limo showed up to pick up an inmate. We were laughing slightly at this, then came the great part- the women getting out of the limo was a rather large women, had on a black mini skirt, thigh high silver boots, and a black fedora. More laughter followed her exit from the limo, and more employess of clinical services came into the pharmacy to get a better look at her. Out comes the inmate and they get into the limo and very slowly leave the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the best part.... a couple of hours later the limo comes back!  Same women exits the limo without the hat and looking not quite as put together as before, and picks up a second inmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we have been giggling all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-435927230010753108?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/435927230010753108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=435927230010753108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/435927230010753108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/435927230010753108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-prison.html' title='Life in Prison'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-8711327039601749446</id><published>2009-06-09T15:30:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:44:59.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Barbie</title><content type='html'>So I found this on a friends blog, and it was pretty funny so thought I would pass it on, no offense intended. (also since i havent' blogged in forever) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Mattel were to tailor a new line of Barbies for the Utah market they'd look something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Park City Barbie: She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade Handbags, a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign dog named Honey and a million dollar home. Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift. Workaholic Ken sold only in conjunction with the augmented version. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444357096694306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7VUkddYiI/AAAAAAAAACk/OsCtSlItS4c/s200/b1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Draper Barbie'The modern day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Wind star Minivan and matching gym outfit. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation. Traffic jamming cell phone sold separately.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444710660570642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7VpJlp_hI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjrY6MD1isw/s200/b2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Ogden Barbie'This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with dark tinted windows, and a meth Lab Kit. This model is only available after dark and must be paid for in cash (preferably small, untraceable bills) unless you are a cop; then we don't know what you are talking about.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444928394038562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7V10tXDSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z9KvxgaPMbY/s200/b3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Sandy Barbie'This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of BMW convertible or Hummer H2. Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card and country club membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper. You won't be able to afford any of them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345445260408563538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7WJJjyp1I/AAAAAAAAADE/CcdA8vsM9Ps/s200/b4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Spanish Fork Barbie'This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR t-shirt and Tweety Bird tattoo on her shoulder. She has a six-pack of Bud light and a Hank Williams Jr. CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and kick Mullet-Haired Ken's butt when she is drunk. Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker absolutely free.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345445422857370722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7WSmumvGI/AAAAAAAAADM/6qa9SXVfzqI/s200/b5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Scipio Barbie'This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her own high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased Beer-Gutted Ken out of Spanish Fork Barbie's house. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, fake fingernails, and a see-through halter-top. Also available with a mobile home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345445782712489282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7WnjSwFUI/AAAAAAAAADc/X0QUJ78IuRM/s200/Barbie+Scipio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Moab Barbie'This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair, arch-less feet, hairy armpits, no makeup and Birkenstocks with white socks. She prefers that you call her Willow. She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two MoabBarbies and the optional Subaru wagon, you get a rainbow flag bumper sticker for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446003392537426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7W0ZY-Y1I/AAAAAAAAADk/vKfBdoijvJA/s200/b8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;'West Valley Barbie'This Barbie now comes with a stroller and 2 infant dolls. Optional accessories include a GED and bus pass. White boy Gangsta Ken and his 1979 Caddy were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446198884453986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7W_xp4TmI/AAAAAAAAADs/q4YIxCSdld4/s200/b9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;'Provo / BYU Barbie'She's perfect in every way, mainly due to the high levels of antidepressants in her system. We don't know where Ken is because he's always at church meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446401723548034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7XLlSfQYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HS1g0cCUy3U/s200/b10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Hope you had a laugh, I sure did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2143691251716149874-8711327039601749446?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/8711327039601749446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=8711327039601749446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8711327039601749446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8711327039601749446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/06/utah-barbie.html' title='Utah Barbie'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/Si7VUkddYiI/AAAAAAAAACk/OsCtSlItS4c/s72-c/b1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-6689592656810496128</id><published>2009-04-08T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:11:54.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SdzZS7x47-I/AAAAAAAAACc/EKnFWT9QGoM/s1600-h/bBzoGlJxHq1ob0irbSUe9-jApAJa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367778952900578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SdzZS7x47-I/AAAAAAAAACc/EKnFWT9QGoM/s320/bBzoGlJxHq1ob0irbSUe9-jApAJa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my mom is the greatest. Yes I am slightly biased, but she really is. Even with all she struggles with she still trys her best to do what she can for her kids. It is her birthday today and it has already been quite the day. I called to confirm her appointment she has with the orthopedic surgeon and find out it was yesterday, not tomorrow like we had thought. No phone call from the dr. office to confirm or remind my mom at all, no just well it was yesterday so she missed it. The next time they could see her would be on the 23rd, which is two weeks away! Through all this I call my mom and give her the bad news, which doesn't make for a very happy birthday! While trying to work out SOMETHING, a girl at work suggested calling The Orthopedic Specialty Hospital in Murry, and wouldn't you know they just had a cancelation and can see her tomorrow morning!  It is all ment to be right? So I got to call my mom back and through her tears, cause yes she was crying over the fact she was going to have to wait another two weeks to try and get her hip fixed, and was able to tell her she gets to see someone tomorrow. This made her much happier, and helped her think on the poisitive side of things and actually have a happy birthday (i hope). It has been a long couple of weeks with her, what with being in the hospital, out of the hospital and many, many docotors appointments, but I am very greatful that she is still with us and hope the doctors will be able to make her more bionic soon. Lots of love to my mom and hope she has a good birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-6689592656810496128?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/6689592656810496128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=6689592656810496128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6689592656810496128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6689592656810496128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SdzZS7x47-I/AAAAAAAAACc/EKnFWT9QGoM/s72-c/bBzoGlJxHq1ob0irbSUe9-jApAJa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-2093591640343334838</id><published>2009-03-31T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:56:49.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Many, Many Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*quick update before the post, mom is doing much better, she is home resting, trying to remember to take it easy. she came home from the hospital on friday.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now on with my post. I like to be kept busy. I feel bad when I sit in front of the t.v. and do nothing but watch it. I feel much better about sitting on my rearend when I am multitasking while doing so. I like to crochet, knit, cross stitch, whatever. I also get bored in sacrament meeting if I don't have something to keep my hands busy, I think it must be adult onset ADD or something. Anyway, I like to do projects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current project list, and reason for this post, is that there is something in the water cause many of my friends and family are having babies! I love doing baby projects, cause they are just fun. I switch around a lot with which medium I create the project in, but right now I am in love with these car seat blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319410754043231762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SdJX5bkjvhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6Zh0FHPpLGQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't make this one, I stole the picture from another blog, but I think they are great, cause the staps for the carseat feed in through the holes, you buckle the baby, then wrap them up. This may not be a new thing to all you mothers out there, but I like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, if you are expecting a baby and want one of these, I would love to make one for you. Just leave a comment about what color you want for the blanket and the crochet edge, if you have a 5 point or 3 point car seat, and your address so I can get it to you. Seriously, don't hesitate if you want one.&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/2143691251716149874-2093591640343334838?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/2093591640343334838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=2093591640343334838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2093591640343334838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2093591640343334838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-many-projects.html' title='Many, Many Projects'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SdJX5bkjvhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6Zh0FHPpLGQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-7529192484835784819</id><published>2009-03-25T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:35:34.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on an episode of 'House, M.D.'</title><content type='html'>**WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been absoulty awful!  The saga started on Friday, my mom was in a car accident and totalled her car, although she was just fine just bumps and bruises. I made plans with my mom to drive her around on Saturday so she could run errands, and that made her feel better. Meanwhile I go to the instacare on Friday night because I have a bladder infection, get meds and get home around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday comes and my roommate and I take my mom around, we get all the stuff out of her car, and start working on getting her another one (my roommate's dad is a used car salesman.) Later that night to keep my mom's mind off of the fact she had no car we took her to see a movie. While we were leaving the movie theater my mom started feeling light headed. She doesn't move very fast anyway because she is waiting to get a hip replacement, so we just took it easy and let her rest for a minute. We make it to the car and while helping her into the car, she got really lightheaded and started to pass out, and became unresponsive. We take her to the instacare-after lots and lots of arguing about wheather or not she really needed to go- and they sent us down the the emergancy room.&lt;br /&gt;We get to the emergancy room and they take her vitals, give her and EKG, which came back normal, and then tell us to wait until they have a room for us in the back. Two and a half hours later we finaly get a room! (yes by this time it is about 1 o'clock in the morning) We chat with the doctore, but since it has been so long, mom of cource has no symptoms left. So nice ER doc sends us home and tells us if she starts felling dizzy again to come on back.&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday comes, and I go to church and on my way home to get my ticket to go to the Draper Temple dedication I get a voice mail from the Primary president in my parents ward saying she is back at the ER because she had passed out during sharing time. She also tells me that she lost her pulse, and they had to do CPR for about a minute before she started breathing on her own again.&lt;br /&gt;I skip the temple dedication (big shock i know) and rush down to the emergancy room, find out that my mom did not have a heart attack, but they don't know what the problem is. (all this from the nice ER doc from Saturday night-yes same doc) Mom gets taken for more tests, and admited because the cardiologist wants to know what is going on before she gets to go home. More tests on monday, all come back normal, and then while walking back from the bathroom mom starts to faint again like she did at the movies on Saturday. So mom gets confined to bed, which drives her nuts! Tueday more tests, and we find mom's plateletts are low and she is getting two bags of packed cells, they also want to do a bone marrow biopsy. More heart tests, all coming back normal.&lt;br /&gt;So today (Wendsday) mom goes in for an elecracal physiolical (probably didn't spell that right) study of her heart. The doctor finds out that she has ventricular tachacardia, and she needs to have a defibralator implanted. (like a pacemaker only fancier)&lt;br /&gt;So much relief because we finally have an answer!  I left the hospital to come to my history class, and she was going to surgury. She still needs to have the bone marrow biopsy done, but that should be done tomorrow and she should be able to come home by Friday. So yes, this week I have flet like I have been part of an episode of House, without the cute Austraian doctor to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;Will post more later and update on what the bone marrow says, and how the surgry goes, but for now mom is doing much better and is happy they found out what was wrong. What is really impressive is when you look at the stastistics, the percentage of people who have this V-Tach happen, are then brought into the hospital and are able to leave is 1%. The percentage of people who are saved by CPR is only 30%. So my mom is part of 30% of 1% who actually live after having this happen. I think God wants her to stay put for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-7529192484835784819?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/7529192484835784819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=7529192484835784819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7529192484835784819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7529192484835784819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-on-episode-of-house-md.html' title='I&apos;m on an episode of &apos;House, M.D.&apos;'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5936968355045963621</id><published>2009-03-20T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:00:04.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>Some of you may be scandalized by this post, but don't worry it was all in good fun! Last week I was very daring, went completly out of my comfort zone and went dancing. What type of danceing you may ask........POLE DANCING! Yes you read that right. Here in good old Utah there is a studio that teaches pole dancing as an exercise class. A girl from my ward and I went list past Saturday and just giggled the entire time!  It was so much fun and I was very sore that afternoon and the next day cause it takes some muscles to pole dance. We were taught a simple routine, and also some spins on the pole. Was totally worth the $12.50 for the class and if it was closer to my house I would totally get a membership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-5936968355045963621?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5936968355045963621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5936968355045963621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5936968355045963621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5936968355045963621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-9152369947644150275</id><published>2009-03-10T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:01:41.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Motherhood</title><content type='html'>To preface this post, I am not a mother, nor are there any plans to become one in the near future seeing how for me to have kids I need a husband and to have a husband I need to actually date, but that is a whole other post. Anyway, eventhough I am not a mom I have many years of babysitting under my belt and have done over nighters with my neices in the past. But the true test of my skills came this past week when I went to California and played stay-at-home mome for a week while my sister and her husband lived it up in the Cayman islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow before any of you that my be stay-at-home moms! You are amazing and have a tougher job than anyone probably gives you credit for. By day 3 I was going stir crazy. It didn't help that we were on an Army base with literally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around. I am not kidding. We were 30 miles from the nearest town that really wasn't that big, plus even though I could leave post, I wasn't sure I could get back on with my sister being gone becasue the gate people had not given us (me and my room mate who went with me) a visitor pass.  So the week was spent inside my sister's house with some trips to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived getting 3 kids plus myself ready for church on sunday, and to church on time, and a week of getting kids up and to school on time, and homework and piano practice completed every night. I was told a couple of time my my niece Hannah that the dinner I cooked wasn't 'that bad' and was cheared when I made them chocolate chip pancackes for dinner one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip, but I was so tired when it was done and very sadly excited to go back to work. I hope I don't have to work when the children I will eventually have are small, but for now am happy with working and I give props to all you stay-at- home moms who do this every day and manage to keep you sanity as well as keep you children happy and healthy. My hat is off to you ladies. Well Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-9152369947644150275?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/9152369947644150275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=9152369947644150275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9152369947644150275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/9152369947644150275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-motherhood.html' title='Ode to Motherhood'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-2137890712549164745</id><published>2009-02-04T08:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:34:53.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Guy #1 and #2</title><content type='html'>I am taking a piano class this semester, and now that we are about 4 weeks into the semester I am finally getting chalanged, but that is a whole other story. Anyway, there is a cute guy in the class, and yes I refer to him as 'cute guy' (i think his name is cameron). So background to this delightful tale is I took piano lessons for about six years when I was younger, and with choir and a hymn book handy all through jr. high and high school I can plunk out notes and sight read my way through a couple of different hymns. So the fact that we started the semester out with 'there are 88 keys on a piano, and there are white and black ones' was a little easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proffesor however has clued into the fact that I know what I am doing most of the time and will call on me to help other students in the class who have never touched a piano before in their lives. Such was the case a couple of weeks ago, I was helping a student and missed the instructions of how the proffessor wanted us to practice what we were working on, and we did a co-teaching thing between students and we taught each other. To make a long story longer, cute guy came and explained how we were to practice whatever, and lucky me got to sit by him and enjoy his pressance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last night's class, and although cute guy has not fallen desperatly in love with me yet, I was once agin called upon to help a student cute guy #2. I don't know his name yet, but it was his first week in class so I got to catch him up on everything we have done so far this semester. Not a hardship on my part at all, and did notice he didn't have a ring on his left hand, so hey possibilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-2137890712549164745?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/2137890712549164745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=2137890712549164745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2137890712549164745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/2137890712549164745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-guy-1-and-2.html' title='Cute Guy #1 and #2'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-7081396590152765097</id><published>2009-01-28T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:30:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>So I saw this tag on a friends blog, (thanks Jackie) and although she didn't tag me I am lacking in things to blog about cause my life is boring, so I thought I would post it and share the love.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you date someone in high school? No one person, dated many, many boys.&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? I didn't, we only had one car for us kids to drive, so I had NO motivation to get my driver's license so didn't get it until I was 17, then had to wait and wait to get a chance to drive our beat up 80's something or other that basically had 4 wheels and an engine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you pass your driver's license test the first time? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you a party animal? No, still am not.&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? I don't think so, was very shy around people I didn't know, but with friends would chat your ear off.&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Choir.&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a nerd? No, but got decent grades.&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams? No, me and sports are NOT a good combo&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you ever get suspended or expelled? no, I dont' even thing I ever saw the inside of the princepal's office&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you still sing your fight song? Parts of it, but I don't remember the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers? Mr Lindsay and Mrs Brown.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you sit at lunch? the choir room or outside the drama room near the commons&lt;br /&gt;13. School mascot: Bulldogs.&lt;br /&gt;14. School colors: Green/White&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you go to homecoming and who with? nope, was not asked to a dance the entire time I went to high school, I did all the asking. The one dance I went to where I didn't ask, my brother set me up with someone else and it was with someone from my ward, and it was basically the entire YM/YW going to the dance together.&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could go back and do it again, would you? parts of high school I liked, but would not want to repeat the entire experience&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you remember most about graduation? that someone tossed a beach ball into the group of graduates while one of the speakers was talking.&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go on Senior Skip Day? Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;19. Were you in any clubs? I was in Key Club for a couple of years until we misbehaved at the reginal convention and lost our charter, and then was in NHS.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you gained weight since then? I have actually lost some since high school, and am still trying to loose more.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was your prom date? Mitch Warner, and I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? Yes, my 5 year was pretty fun, so plan to go to the 10 as long as I am told when it is.&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you have a job while in high school? Not an official job, but I did a lot of babysitting&lt;br /&gt;24. Worst class? AP English and Pre-Cal&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite class? Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who went to high school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-7081396590152765097?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/7081396590152765097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=7081396590152765097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7081396590152765097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/7081396590152765097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-1135819154465865025</id><published>2009-01-09T05:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:44:35.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>So I started back to school this week, which I am excited about. I am taking two classes this semester, American Civilizations which is just your basic history class, and a group piano class which I haven't actually started yet, becasuse classes started on Wendsday and the piano class is on Tuesdays. The history class sounds like fun though. The proffesor is a normal, non-weird nerdy type of guy who reminds me of my home teacher, but makes the three hour class only last two and a half, and makes it interesting, so it should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-1135819154465865025?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/1135819154465865025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=1135819154465865025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1135819154465865025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1135819154465865025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-8732810314161217099</id><published>2009-01-07T07:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:14:30.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking and Knock You Naked Brownies</title><content type='html'>So I am way behind on my blogging, but all is well and I have not been abducted by aliens, have no fear. Am thinking up ideas to keep myself in the blog mode, even if I don't think I have anyting interesting to say. For now I am going to take a page from the fabulous Rachel and give you all a recipie that was really, really good.  They are called Knock You Naked Brownies, and I made them because of the title.  So here you go and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock You Naked Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package German chocolate cake mix (18.5 oz)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup + 1/2 cup evaporated milk-divided&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup melted butter&lt;br /&gt;60 vanilla caramels unwrapped (one 14 oz package)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup semisweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl, combine dry cake mix, nuts, 1/3 cup evaporated milk and melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;Press half of the batter into the bottom of a greased 13×9x2 inch glass baking dish. Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven for eight minutes.&lt;br /&gt;In the microwave or top of a double boiler melt caramels with remaining 1/2 cup evaporated milk. When caramel mixture is well mixed, pour over baked layer. Cover with chocolate chips. Chill for about an hour or until the caramel is hard. Press the remaining batter on top of morsels. Return to oven and bake 28 minutes (or less for gooier brownies). Let cool before cutting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-8732810314161217099?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/8732810314161217099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=8732810314161217099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8732810314161217099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8732810314161217099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2009/01/slacking-and-knock-you-naked-brownies.html' title='Slacking and Knock You Naked Brownies'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-4611879902384372049</id><published>2008-12-19T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:34:46.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>I am having a hard time believing that Christmas is less than a week away, and feel bad that I have neglected my blogging duties. All in all have been very busy lately.  I finished my class I was taking, English 2010, and thanks to all who posted a comment or emailed me about womanhood, your comments were wonderful, and I ended up with an 'A' on the assignmen and an 'A' in the class as my final grade.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Christmas, with siblings coming into town and getting to see my nieces. I was very proud of myself for getting my holiday shopping done early, and even have them wrapped and under my tree ready to be handed out (yes Amber, I have a tree now!)&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my life has been pretty boreing lately, hence the lack of posts. Will have to think of something clever to post about later, I am sure I can think of some interesting antidote to tell, either from the shark tank (dateing life) or I can recount some more prison stories just to make Keri laugh!  Happy holidays to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-4611879902384372049?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/4611879902384372049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=4611879902384372049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4611879902384372049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4611879902384372049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-57954891940974683</id><published>2008-11-12T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:14:38.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Names</title><content type='html'>This was pretty fun, so if anyone want so do it feel free to consider yourself tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE NAMES&lt;br /&gt; 1. YOUR REAL NAME: Trudy Ann Overton&lt;br /&gt; 2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus&lt;br /&gt; 'izzle')   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Truizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite&lt;br /&gt; animal) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Purple Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (your middle name and street you&lt;br /&gt; live on/or neighborhood ) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ann Chase Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last&lt;br /&gt; name,first 2 letters of your first name) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ovetr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color,&lt;br /&gt; and favorite drink) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue Fresh Lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd&lt;br /&gt; letter of your last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd&lt;br /&gt; letter of your mom's maiden name, 3rd letter of your&lt;br /&gt; dad's name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and&lt;br /&gt; last letter of your mom's first name) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reoafaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents middle names)  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Earl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have Fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-57954891940974683?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/57954891940974683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=57954891940974683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/57954891940974683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/57954891940974683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/11/nine-names.html' title='Nine Names'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-206752963659100388</id><published>2008-11-10T21:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:39:20.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while, mainly because I am always busy and when I do think about it I am at work, and the state computers won't let me post most of the time. This post is mainly for my own selfish wants and wishes so if you feel like comenting or emailing in response please do so (email to &lt;a href="mailto:pixiedust119@msn.com"&gt;pixiedust119@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;). Anyways this is a call for help to all my women friends and even you have just happened upon this and want to comment pleas do so. I am in an English 2o10 class and need to write a research paper.  I am doing it on what is means to be a woman.  So all you ladies out there, tell me what it means to you to be a women.  Do you work, stay at home, both? What went into that decision, are you happy you made it, do you plan to change that decision at some point? If you have daughters what do you want to make sure you teach them that you were taught or that you wished you had been taught? What is something your own mother taught you about being a woman that has helped you in someway? Kind of a random paper, but I am having fun doing the research for it and finding all the odd facts about what women have done in the past and present. So basically tell me your thoughts, feelings, concerns, whatever on being women, and what makes you prowd to be a women.  So yes selfish because I would like the opinions of all of you to help in the paper.  If any of you don't want to be quoted in my paper let me know and I won't otherwise there is the possibility your coment will be referenced in my paper.  Thanks for the help and comment ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-206752963659100388?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/206752963659100388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=206752963659100388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/206752963659100388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/206752963659100388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/11/help.html' title='HELP!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-783859132300880291</id><published>2008-10-24T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:01:55.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag of 8</title><content type='html'>So the fabulous Jackie tagged everyone who wanted to do it, so for lack of something better to do-yes I am at work but that is besides the point- I am going to accept the 'Crazy 8' tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 T.V. shows I like to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;2. Chuck&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI: New York&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI&lt;br /&gt;5. House, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;6. Numb3rs&lt;br /&gt;7. Dancing With the Stars&lt;br /&gt;8. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to work&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a new Ipod off of Ebay&lt;br /&gt;3. I scored tickets to a Goo Goo Dolls concert&lt;br /&gt;4. I asked a guy on a date- to the concert&lt;br /&gt;5. I cooked dinner&lt;br /&gt;6. Thought about cleaning out the fridge- didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Started family indexing- pretty fun if you have free time&lt;br /&gt;8. Snuggled with the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite places to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;2. Popeye's Chicken- sadley there isin't one in Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;4. Zupa's&lt;br /&gt;5. Chen's Noodle House&lt;br /&gt;6. Bajio&lt;br /&gt;7. Carl's Jr.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mimi's Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Goo Goo Dolls concert- with a date I hope&lt;br /&gt;2. Diantha's Halloween party tonight&lt;br /&gt;3. My ward's Halloween party on Monday&lt;br /&gt;4. Melanie's Halloween party on Friday&lt;br /&gt;5. Choir practice&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting my new dishwasher on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;7. My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;8. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my Wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Married&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Ireland- 3 more years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;4. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;5. Get out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get new brakes for my car&lt;br /&gt;7. Rock Band Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting my new Ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Jackie's answer so I tag anyone who wants to do this tag- most especially my lovely sister Amber who is new to the blogging universe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-783859132300880291?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/783859132300880291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=783859132300880291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/783859132300880291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/783859132300880291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-of-8.html' title='Tag of 8'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-50634340981744828</id><published>2008-10-14T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:33:52.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Boys are confusing.  That is what I have to say about it.  Any advice in dealing with boys/men would be greatly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-50634340981744828?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/50634340981744828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=50634340981744828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/50634340981744828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/50634340981744828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/10/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-4988737855441693349</id><published>2008-10-05T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:15:21.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-Chi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SOllnV6PWHI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eq-obngp_34/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253842166875117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SOllnV6PWHI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eq-obngp_34/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SOllntsoTYI/AAAAAAAAABc/hGmzDERFyOI/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253842173260483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SOllntsoTYI/AAAAAAAAABc/hGmzDERFyOI/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Chi-Chi.  I went to Gunnison this past week to visit a friend and fell in love.  I wasn't planning it, but that is usually how love happens right.  So now I have two dogs, both pretty cute and small.  Don't know if I am going to keep the name, so if anyone has ideas let me know.  Am toying with the name Tayler the Late Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-4988737855441693349?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/4988737855441693349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=4988737855441693349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4988737855441693349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4988737855441693349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/10/chi-chi.html' title='Chi-Chi'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SOllnV6PWHI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eq-obngp_34/s72-c/IMG_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5961574335966401044</id><published>2008-09-29T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:13:17.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, Memories.....</title><content type='html'>On Saturday some friends and I went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; and saw 'My Fair Lady' at the Pioneer Theater.  It was great.  The actors did very well, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; were fabulous, and they all had good sets of pipes, which is always a must have in a musical. I was slightly distracted during part of the play however.  When Eliza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doolittle&lt;/span&gt; is singing her little heart about how long she could have danced for, my mind had wandered off into memories. The familiar words took be back to my freshman year of High School and to the all girls choir.  We sang a medley of songs that Mr Lindsey mashed together himself on two of them came from 'My Fair Lady'.  I have very fond memories of choir, but we had the most awful choir outfits that year.  I think most of us in the choir have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suppressed&lt;/span&gt; the memory, but let me just say- the pants! Oh my the pants. The concept was good in theory, but the fabric we ended up getting was not stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt;.  We looked as if we had on black garbage bags.  It was really bad.  Not to mention the next year we had the dresses that wouldn't wrinkle.  Anyone remember those???  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ah&lt;/span&gt; yes, fond memories indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-5961574335966401044?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5961574335966401044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5961574335966401044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5961574335966401044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5961574335966401044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhh-memories.html' title='Ahhh, Memories.....'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-1171658271474205531</id><published>2008-09-24T05:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:26:30.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was tagged by my most wonderful Lyndsie so here goes.  I have to answer with one word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;answeres&lt;/span&gt; and then pass it on to seven others!&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Set, Go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? purse&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? dyed&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? tireless&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? employed&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? bed&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forgetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? celestial&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? living&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? snakes&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? married&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? school&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? asleep&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Utah&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? read&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? scrubs&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? off&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? dog&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? laptop&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? tired&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? escape&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? bra&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? any&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? vacationing&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? lots&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? purple&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; you have it, my life in a nutshell.  I am tagging: Melanie, Andrea, Erin, Jackie, Rachel, Jessica, and Keri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-1171658271474205531?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/1171658271474205531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=1171658271474205531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1171658271474205531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/1171658271474205531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It!!!'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-4016620569386321678</id><published>2008-09-22T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:38:57.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Mushroom</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: this post will have nothing to do with mushrooms, just liked the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic Sunday!!!  Even though I was incredibly sore- I walked a  5K on Saturday while walking my brother's dog, bad combo- I had a really great day.  The highlight of the day after having my visiting teachers come, going to a commitee meeting, and church was choir practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love my ward choir.  Am slightly biased I will admit but I think it is one of the best choirs I have been in.  I believe what really helps is 1) we have guys that show up and know how to sing and 2) most of the people in the choir have been in choirs previously so they already know how to read music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been having choir practice in the summer because lets face it singles ward, no one is there in the summer, so we picked it up yesterday after a dry spell.   I have been practically giddy all week because I knew that choir was happening on Sunday.  My happiness was not wasted either! It was a great practice.  Our first number we are going to sing is a fabulous arangement of 'I Need Thee Every Hour' and let me just tell you, I almost cried.  We have new people in the choir and some of the tenors were amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy!  Not quite as happy as man happy, but pretty close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-4016620569386321678?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/4016620569386321678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=4016620569386321678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4016620569386321678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/4016620569386321678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-mushroom.html' title='Ode to a Mushroom'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5239256816332053983</id><published>2008-09-18T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:21:31.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SNRd5vVJuiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Is7F6s4hEFo/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922712332581410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SNRd5vVJuiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Is7F6s4hEFo/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SNRd50kTnuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kQwFOTkMRPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922713738321634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SNRd50kTnuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kQwFOTkMRPQ/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of my new haircut. Hope this works! They aren't terrific, but you can kind of see the highlights a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-5239256816332053983?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5239256816332053983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5239256816332053983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5239256816332053983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5239256816332053983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-pictures.html' title='Hair Pictures'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SNRd5vVJuiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Is7F6s4hEFo/s72-c/IMG_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-6057377134106398607</id><published>2008-09-18T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:36:42.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>So I cut my hair.  It is now supper short and spiky.  It is also now a dark brown with purple highlights!  Picture to follow when I figure out how to post one, am slightly blog illiterite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-6057377134106398607?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/6057377134106398607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=6057377134106398607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6057377134106398607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/6057377134106398607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-8115068061279495570</id><published>2008-09-16T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:20:52.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>I am really not a morning person.  I would much rather stay up late and watch movies, talk on the phone, date, all that fun stuff.  However, I have to get up at 5 in the morning in order to get to work by 6:30 so staying up late doesn't happen very often, and my morning starts very, very early.  Now I say 'get up' because I am not really 'awake.' The waking up process doesn't start for about an hour, usually while I am driving to work, or on days like today, during the first couple of hours of work.  I am kind of rambling, but that's ok cause I am really tired and have to stay awake for class tonight.  Hopefully the diet coke will kick in soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-8115068061279495570?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/8115068061279495570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=8115068061279495570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8115068061279495570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/8115068061279495570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143691251716149874.post-5231599087711463519</id><published>2008-09-15T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:37:55.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>So I hate folding laundry.  I really don't mind washing or drying the laundry, but I really, really, hate folding it and putting it away.  More often than not my laundry will stay in the clothes hamper until I need to put it on, then it will be transfered to the dirty clothes hamper without ever seeing the inside of the dresser.  I don't know where this aversion came from, but it is there.  We have machines to wash and dry the cloths, so why not have one that folds them too???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143691251716149874-5231599087711463519?l=trudyann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/feeds/5231599087711463519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2143691251716149874&amp;postID=5231599087711463519&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5231599087711463519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143691251716149874/posts/default/5231599087711463519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trudyann.blogspot.com/2008/09/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>Trudy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485136472174438980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Wv-t8OlWUw/SM6l5XrHMZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xocGJH3kqo0/S220/795807t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
