<?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-6657249587144938991</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:33:05.040-07:00</updated><category term='Baking'/><category term='Guilty Pleasure'/><category term='travel'/><category term='running'/><category term='Library Time'/><category term='family'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='college'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='health'/><category term='Peanut Butter'/><title type='text'>The Mundane Life of Abby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6916547222709186304</id><published>2011-04-08T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:59:25.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!!!!!! New Blog!!!!</title><content type='html'>I will now be blogging at &lt;a href="http://themundanelife.wordpress.com/"&gt;themundanelife.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;so check it out! Goodbye merry bobbins.... I shall miss thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6916547222709186304?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6916547222709186304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6916547222709186304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6916547222709186304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6916547222709186304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/04/check-it-out-new-blog.html' title='Check it out!!!!!! New Blog!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4608787097232667130</id><published>2011-03-22T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:38:01.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog URL????</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I get a lot of questions about my blog's URL. Quite frankly, I'm not a big fan myself- merry bobbins??? What is that? I originally chose the name as this blog was meant to document all my sewing/crafting ventures. I go though a lot phases and I happened to be in a homemaking one at the time. That soon subsided. Then I used the blog as a means to keep in touch with my family while I lived in Florida. Now I post pretty much whatever I feel like... but I really want to change my blog's URL name. But is it really worth it? Everyone who has a link to my blog would have to change its URL and it creates a whole chain process, but the name I have now is simply unfitting and not relevant anymore... What's the consensus... I need your opinion... as after all, you guys will be the ones who have to change your links!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4608787097232667130?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4608787097232667130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4608787097232667130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4608787097232667130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4608787097232667130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-blog-url.html' title='New Blog URL????'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6716021157502379408</id><published>2011-03-16T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:56:48.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things are happening to me</title><content type='html'>On Monday I got a 75% on a multiple choice test. This is not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw my first ever roller blader on campus in the early morning high tailing it around campus... thats a first for me... Does he keep them on while sitting through class? How does he go up stairs without looking completely ridiculous? I have so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday during my jogging class the track and field team was occupying the outdoor track, which is where we usually run, so we were forced run at a last minute location: the rugby field. We were doing speed interval training, which if you've never done before is pure torture. It took me back to my lacrosse days when I could actually run fast. Now I can't complain about the fact that the rugby players showed up for practice and started stretching, running, and being all tough and stuff.... I just wish they weren't watching me run my weak sauce body to exhaustion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell up the stairs of the JFSB. I had my (40lb no joke) backpack slung on just one shoulder and when my foot barely hit the edge of the step my backpack jolted downward and brought me with it. A guy who was headed down the stairs stopped to ask if I was ok, as 40 lbs of textbooks falling to the ground makes quite the loud noise. (Seriously my backpack is so heavy that when I sit it in my front seat the no seat belt light comes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats this weeks update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6716021157502379408?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6716021157502379408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6716021157502379408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6716021157502379408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6716021157502379408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/strange-things-are-happening-to-me.html' title='Strange things are happening to me'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2131893307477377840</id><published>2011-03-14T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:19:25.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Cloud</title><content type='html'>I can't remember if I've ever blogged about the levels of stench that exist in this world, but in case I haven't heres a quick run down (as an explanation is needed to preface this story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Cloud: manageable yet still uncomfortable stench that fills the air&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud: bad bad body odor or stench that makes you turn and walk in another direction&lt;br /&gt;Black Cloud: the worst of the worst, run away from the stench and warn all others headed in its path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my art history classroom every Monday I open the door to a black cloud. I can't figure out if its a continuous stench that is in-bedded in the carpet somehow or if it is someone who constantly has horridly awful body odor. This smell has been constant and never failing all semester... there is a guy who sits by the door and I can't help but wonder if he is the cause of all of this... but he does have a ring on his finger meaning he is married... and you would hope to think that his wife would fix this body odor problem. But people still continue to sit by that stinky spot by the door every week. Am I the only one who can smell this... I really don't understand how the people who sit in its vicinity muster it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me solve this mystery!!! Room # 2105 JKB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2131893307477377840?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2131893307477377840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2131893307477377840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2131893307477377840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2131893307477377840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-cloud.html' title='A Black Cloud'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-119066512051958246</id><published>2011-03-13T21:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:33:28.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Good Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some actors are just plain good looking... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558040146230042738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIgELNm4HI/AAAAAAAAAjU/SEGfiy8YiaM/s320/Ian%2B2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 183px;" /&gt;And Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039523834308818" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIff8m5qNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/CR2yADFw3kw/s320/Zac%2BEfron.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, then there are those movie stars that you wonder what all the fuss is about... If they were just an average joe walking down the street, girls wouldn't be thinking thats the most attractive man I've ever seen... This is CLEARLY seen with the beloved Edward Cullen... ughhh I shall never fully comprehend women's fascination with him... its gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfW1eHu6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VkidJdbT4qM/s1600/Rob%2BPat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039367299611554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfW1eHu6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VkidJdbT4qM/s320/Rob%2BPat.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 262px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 192px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan Gosling... sorry to say it... but if it weren't for the Notebook... who knows where you'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfW6hklVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qyKr6DucfOM/s1600/Ryan%2Bgosling.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039368656262482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfW6hklVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qyKr6DucfOM/s320/Ryan%2Bgosling.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 256px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ah.... Chuck Bass... Your suits are what make you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfWs_PCKI/AAAAAAAAAis/4pWyIJeszps/s1600/Chuck%2BBass.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039365022582946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfWs_PCKI/AAAAAAAAAis/4pWyIJeszps/s320/Chuck%2BBass.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 193px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this guy in 10 Things I Hate About You... not so appealing... remember him in inception.... ummmm.... much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfIBjiqKI/AAAAAAAAAik/OG8Lk-_Sc7Q/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039112845535394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfIBjiqKI/AAAAAAAAAik/OG8Lk-_Sc7Q/s320/images.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 245px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long, greasy, straggly hair is usually not the best way to tame the mane, but apparently if you sing a song  on your high school bleachers dedicated to Kat Stratford, all is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfH6pDROI/AAAAAAAAAic/HLeMk508ksE/s1600/ledger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039110989595874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfH6pDROI/AAAAAAAAAic/HLeMk508ksE/s320/ledger.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 244px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 184px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who doesn't love Jim Halpert... you terrorize Dwight, and we love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfHn8XYoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EY4DVou97GY/s1600/JIm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039105970332290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfHn8XYoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EY4DVou97GY/s320/JIm.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 193px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again long straggly hair and a nasty beard somehow work for this guy... he really looks better as Aragorn than he does in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfHuUqZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_bowff8E2IE/s1600/Aragorn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558039107682854786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIfHuUqZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_bowff8E2IE/s320/Aragorn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post doesn't really have a relevant point... I just realized that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-119066512051958246?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/119066512051958246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=119066512051958246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/119066512051958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/119066512051958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-good-looking.html' title='Hey Good Looking'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSIgELNm4HI/AAAAAAAAAjU/SEGfiy8YiaM/s72-c/Ian%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1871689013559550954</id><published>2011-03-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:17:56.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>I went to a BYU Rugby yesterday at Rio Tinto Stadium and it was pretty awesome. Not only was it my first time in the actual stadium since it was built, but was my first rugby game ever. Let me tell you, it is the coolest/roughest/most entertaining sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DULzF6i-lt0/TXPllWsm6-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/xYe7AEMT4Aw/s1600/BYURugby1_2010_ucsantabarbara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DULzF6i-lt0/TXPllWsm6-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/xYe7AEMT4Aw/s320/BYURugby1_2010_ucsantabarbara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cute players, knee socks, short shorts, unparalleled athleticism are what make this sport great. This "move" in the picture below is hilarious to watch. I don't know the name of it, but I termed it "the mermaid". Men shooting up out of the crowd to get the ball, I guess rugby players give yell-leaders a run for their money. But it looks quite painful... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dCXFzZZNfN8/TXPlnnfZe0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/6amqv-1YeaY/s1600/KyleSumsion_byurugby_cal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dCXFzZZNfN8/TXPlnnfZe0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/6amqv-1YeaY/s320/KyleSumsion_byurugby_cal.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, these players were in such good shape it made me tired just watching them. They sprinted like cheetahs. None of us knew the actual rules of the game so we mostly enjoyed nicknaming the players, cringing at the hard hits and then watching the players roll on the field in sheer agony while the game continued on as if no one was injured. Just some of the nicknamed players were Rufio, Avatar, nice shoes, and Butch, why didn't we refer to them by their numbers? Because thats no fun at all is it? I would highly recommend going to one of their games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1871689013559550954?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1871689013559550954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1871689013559550954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1871689013559550954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1871689013559550954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DULzF6i-lt0/TXPllWsm6-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/xYe7AEMT4Aw/s72-c/BYURugby1_2010_ucsantabarbara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6544598300717622322</id><published>2011-03-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:08:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny and forgotten story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have some nephews who say some pretty funny things to me sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvGgJxemj_s/TWyW8rzAv9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Tpi4SjNqm_E/s1600/DSC00794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvGgJxemj_s/TWyW8rzAv9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Tpi4SjNqm_E/s320/DSC00794.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As children get older, they learn to read. A fact that Abby doesn't always remember. A few weeks ago my family was up at our cabin in Park City. I was blogging and left my computer open while I left to go get something. Low and behold, Josh, aka the family gossip. "Hey everybody... Abby's got a crush on somebody!!!" Don't leave unfinished blog posts on your screen while this one is nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vyL9cR7mPX0/TWyWTj7nFdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/luo4b91mIow/s1600/IMG_5572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vyL9cR7mPX0/TWyWTj7nFdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/luo4b91mIow/s320/IMG_5572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew Jack came down to visit two weeks ago and the first thing that he runs up and says to me is "Hey Abby. Guess what I got?" What Jack? " I got a pink eye!" Haha low and behold his eye did have a lovely pink hue! Kids say the darnedest things. Another Jack story just came into my head. While playing outside with me and Katherine my dad said to Jack, "You have two crazy aunts." Jack looked down at his feet and said "I don't see any ants."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pics are really old and need a major update! But they were all I had. ...what kind of an aunt am I? Congratulations to Tom and Angie! They're expecting a boy!!! Hooray for another much needed nephew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6544598300717622322?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6544598300717622322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6544598300717622322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6544598300717622322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6544598300717622322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/funny-and-forgotten-story.html' title='A funny and forgotten story'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvGgJxemj_s/TWyW8rzAv9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Tpi4SjNqm_E/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1944476747216081693</id><published>2011-02-21T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:32:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIH1lByIYuU/TWLBxkxxtQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qiEiDMxZs0o/s1600/cafe+rio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIH1lByIYuU/TWLBxkxxtQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qiEiDMxZs0o/s200/cafe+rio.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I had some time on my hands since everyone and their dog left town for the holiday. So naturally this is what I researched all weekend... food. I love Cafe Rio. Don't even try to make me eat Costa Vida, Bajio, Barbacoa, or any of those other lame imitators. Cafe Rio has the best tortilla shells known to man. And sadly I now know why!!! 420 calories goes into that delicious tortilla and there is even more in the whole wheat version. My favorite Pork Barbacoa salad has 1,240 calories with everything on it, but I usually put my own spin on it. I get the whole wheat tortilla, black beans, pork, lettuce, pico, lime, cilantro, and it still comes to 800 calories... thats with using no dressing at all! Dang those delicious tortillas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DheDyuS8rw/TWLByNcdhcI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DeRWMhDt58/s1600/cpk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DheDyuS8rw/TWLByNcdhcI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DeRWMhDt58/s1600/cpk.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now onto another favorite! The Hawaiian Pizza from CPK. I can finish anything you put in front of me... including a CPK personal sized pizza, which the term "personal size" at CPK means can feed two or three, or a small village somewhere in the abyss. 1055 calories.... oh cripes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DheDyuS8rw/TWLByNcdhcI/AAAAAAAAAms/2DeRWMhDt58/s1600/cpk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q2JRY6tWcg/TWLBx0_sNlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/U4SC90TzKd4/s1600/carrot+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q2JRY6tWcg/TWLBx0_sNlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/U4SC90TzKd4/s1600/carrot+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok now onto the heavy weight champion when it comes to high caloric food items.... The Carrot Cake from Cheesecake Factory... drumroll please......... 1,549 calories! You could either eat this one slice of cake ... or.... eat 1 Big Mac, 1 large fry, diet coke, southwestern salad (with no chicken), and a snack size oreo mcflurry for the same amount of calories. Or to put it into even better perspective you could eat THREE and a half Veggie Delight FOOT LONGS from Subway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Talk about sheer food madness... Michael Phelps is probably the only person who could eat all of this as he consumes 12,000 calories a day. Ugh... that makes me ill. I'm going to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1944476747216081693?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1944476747216081693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1944476747216081693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1944476747216081693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1944476747216081693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-weekend-i-had-some-time-on-my.html' title='Food Fight'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIH1lByIYuU/TWLBxkxxtQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qiEiDMxZs0o/s72-c/cafe+rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6315710072601199751</id><published>2011-02-17T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:29:03.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now by no means have I EVER watched Family Guy, but my sister showed me this clip and we love love love the way he says Guilty.... now every time I say the word guilty in this post, you'd best imagine I'm saying it like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/z6zDygujgj4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6zDygujgj4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6zDygujgj4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ok ok now onto the GUILTY pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Childhood is the greatest. Recess, capri suns, playing outside till its dark, and pretending to be asleep on late car rides home just so your parents will carry you to bed (so you don't have to brush your teeth). Some of my favorite childhood memories come from my favorite TV shows. Oh yeah, Guilty Pleasure #8: I still like to watch children's TV. I was at the gym the other day and Arthur was on TV, which is my all time favorite show! I felt kinda funny watching it as everyone else around me was watching Bad Girls Club or Jersey Shore. Who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAHgD1n6IfE/TV1RnbZ_j5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XLkcj6qdxtA/s1600/ARthur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAHgD1n6IfE/TV1RnbZ_j5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XLkcj6qdxtA/s1600/ARthur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Winnie the Pooh... GUILTY.................There is a new movie coming to theaters soon... I will be going to see it, most likely by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n__1YNorVdk/TV1RqDO5oSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/k4J3dBr-uK4/s1600/how-winnie-the-pooh-works-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n__1YNorVdk/TV1RqDO5oSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/k4J3dBr-uK4/s320/how-winnie-the-pooh-works-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mickey Mouse Clubhouse..... GUILTY............. They have a live stage version of this show at Disney World. I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it. And also that I didn't want to go back and see it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpnd78h756A/TV1RqbLssII/AAAAAAAAAmY/kpMrBdxk2BU/s1600/Mickey+Mouse+Clubhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpnd78h756A/TV1RqbLssII/AAAAAAAAAmY/kpMrBdxk2BU/s320/Mickey+Mouse+Clubhouse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sesame Street... seriously you can't go wrong with this one. Katherine and I watch the Christmas Special (which we still own on VHS made in the 70s) every year..... GUILTY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MOs7Zm38tU/TV1Rqs-__rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/sjZVPw3s-Yw/s1600/sesamestreet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MOs7Zm38tU/TV1Rqs-__rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/sjZVPw3s-Yw/s320/sesamestreet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tinker Bell, yes true I did live with her once upon a time, but I loved these movies before I even left for Florida. No wonder I like babysitting... I get to watch all my favorite shows!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blnQPQBxH40/TV1RrrU7pqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/anikAxKxHi0/s1600/tinkerbell4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blnQPQBxH40/TV1RrrU7pqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/anikAxKxHi0/s320/tinkerbell4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One last time for kicks..... GUILTY!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6315710072601199751?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6315710072601199751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6315710072601199751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6315710072601199751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6315710072601199751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/guilty-pleasure-9.html' title='Guilty Pleasure #9'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAHgD1n6IfE/TV1RnbZ_j5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XLkcj6qdxtA/s72-c/ARthur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6047751570804621199</id><published>2011-02-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:56:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Pillows</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love my bedding. Its from the Shabby Chic Collection at Target and so so fabulous. But shockingly, not everyone seems to love it! Our apartment has limited seating, so whenever we have people over to watch a movie they have to sit or lay on the floor. I love pillows, and my bed has quite the plethora, so naturally I bring them out for people to use to be more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night while watching a flick, I go to grab my pillows and what to my heartbroken ears should I hear upon returning? "Abby what the heck? Why do you have grandma pillows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma pillows? Grandma pillows?!!!!!! "They're not grandma..... they're shabby chic!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVZhY_rKQCw/TVcIpSO-ZII/AAAAAAAAAl4/7VGeA0kLr7A/s1600/P1010402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVZhY_rKQCw/TVcIpSO-ZII/AAAAAAAAAl4/7VGeA0kLr7A/s320/P1010402.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the above picture is my bedding, and so called grandma pillows.... pshhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqnoH1VQiO8/TVcIPTxjU-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/vhfrJWP4rio/s1600/P1010394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqnoH1VQiO8/TVcIPTxjU-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/vhfrJWP4rio/s320/P1010394.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am I crazy? (I used this picture specifically for my crazy eye quality) Below is the whole ensemble... People please.... I need your opinions. Have I been blindsided by my love for the Taj Mahal of superstores: Target, and their array of shabby chic bedding? I always joke that I'm 80 years old... but could it really be true? Painting nails, going to bed early, migrating to Florida, and buying grandma bedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwr8p981_VU/TVcI6jnS0UI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eHduOsJ9ScU/s1600/P1010405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwr8p981_VU/TVcI6jnS0UI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eHduOsJ9ScU/s320/P1010405.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't deny the fact that I have pictures of Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean, Gene Kelly, Walt Disney and the Beatles hung on my walls... (ugh I think I just dug myself into a hole there)... But I thought I had good taste in duvets. Let me know... I can take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FYI, there is a new love in my life. We met in Florida... her name is Lady. Is it unhealthy to buy a stuffed animal for yourself at the age of 20?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5_use1AUFw/TVcJlPzElOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5Y1J1c_kMrM/s1600/P1010406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5_use1AUFw/TVcJlPzElOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5Y1J1c_kMrM/s320/P1010406.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or to love it as much as a real dog? I must say we both have stunning eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rplm3AyEPaU/TVcJxV0QGSI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0f4nVgFMuS0/s1600/P1010412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rplm3AyEPaU/TVcJxV0QGSI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0f4nVgFMuS0/s320/P1010412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6047751570804621199?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6047751570804621199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6047751570804621199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6047751570804621199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6047751570804621199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandma-pillows.html' title='Grandma Pillows'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVZhY_rKQCw/TVcIpSO-ZII/AAAAAAAAAl4/7VGeA0kLr7A/s72-c/P1010402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7238904049581769803</id><published>2011-02-09T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:19:48.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technophobe</title><content type='html'>I have a love and hate relationship with technology. Somehow every time I change something on my blog disaster strikes, and then I am forced to spend hours fixing what I changed. I need a computer savvy person to help me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj5zempNcIk/TVN_FME15NI/AAAAAAAAAls/kNSB_LgIa3Y/s1600/DSC02343-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj5zempNcIk/TVN_FME15NI/AAAAAAAAAls/kNSB_LgIa3Y/s320/DSC02343-pola.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However one thing good came out of this. I found this polaroid converter and I love it. It makes this beauty of a flag look even more amazing eh? And on a side note, I spent the whole entire day inside my apartment. I woke up feeling sick and decided to skip all my classes...very uncharacteristically Abby, however I found it strangley liberating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7238904049581769803?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7238904049581769803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7238904049581769803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7238904049581769803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7238904049581769803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/technophobe.html' title='Technophobe'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj5zempNcIk/TVN_FME15NI/AAAAAAAAAls/kNSB_LgIa3Y/s72-c/DSC02343-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3088854737228201302</id><published>2011-02-08T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:25:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Henson what were you thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/x0BynGVctHc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0BynGVctHc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0BynGVctHc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell me this is not the scariest thing you've ever seen. And to think, my parents let me watch this movie when I was 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3088854737228201302?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3088854737228201302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3088854737228201302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3088854737228201302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3088854737228201302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/jim-henson-what-were-you-thinking.html' title='Jim Henson what were you thinking?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-762299016279173397</id><published>2011-02-02T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:11:44.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO sweets NO facebook February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am saying goodbye to these delectable treats for the month of February. No sweets. Period. I did this same fast last January and honestly it feels so good. You don't really even crave sugar anymore by the time the month is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"class="borders"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUmXT3NmPiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LkBcCWcCnEs/s1600/sweets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUmXT3NmPiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LkBcCWcCnEs/s1600/sweets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only issue with this challenge is that people can give you a lot of grief for doing this and try to break you! Already people have been saying, "But Valentine's is in February!!!!" Like Valentine's is even supposed to be a big deal? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm giving up is facebook. I realized just how much time I waste on it and deactivated my account. I've only been without facebook for two days... but I've already been so much more productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-762299016279173397?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/762299016279173397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=762299016279173397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/762299016279173397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/762299016279173397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-sweets-no-facebook-february.html' title='NO sweets NO facebook February'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUmXT3NmPiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LkBcCWcCnEs/s72-c/sweets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1095773808449543143</id><published>2011-01-30T21:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:23:39.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating in P-Town Dos</title><content type='html'>So in my ward we have this dating &amp;amp; relationships class, and let me tell you, church has become much more entertaining because of it. I think they should replace regular sunday school classes in all singles wards with this class. &amp;nbsp;I mean, I didn't even have to pull out my doodle paper pad once! It was only a four week deal, so the class is over now but some hilarious things came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as... " Guys, don't corner girls into a date." Amen to that sista. Cornering a girl into a date is calling her and asking "hey what are you doing Friday night?". The girl starts to think... oh boy... what do they want? Are they going to ask me out? Or are they asking me to help with the ward service project or something along those dreadful lines. If she says that she's doing nothing, she's almost obligated to go out the guy regardless of how she feels. If she says she's busy, the guy is pretty much toasted. See.... burned on both ends. This is an awful way to ask someone out. One time an attractive male called me with that exact same intro and I thought, wow is he asking me out? Wrong! I said I was free.... but.... too bad it wasn't a date with him, he was asking me to double with his friend who wasn't quite all the way there, if you know what I mean. Ever since I have been very tactical when it comes to phone calls like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned its ok to say no. Sometimes it feels like you get asked out by all the wrong guys, and the ones you really want to ask you out are either too scared, unobservant, or not interested. I have a really big problem with always saying yes even when I don't want to. I'm predictable. I'll go on a first date and if &amp;nbsp;its fun, I'll always say yes to a second. But then usually something "interesting" happens on the second date and I tend to flee, then proceed to disappear into outer darkness so the boy can't ever find me again. You'd think that by never hanging out with someone or returning calls they'd get the idea. I'm an avoider, but what I really just need to do is say no. Has anyone ever said no, and had a positive experience before? If you have I'd really like to know. I can say that I've never met a girl who's just straight up said no, without lying or making up an excuse. I'd be the first of my kind if I could pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUY1_WoGMPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/00XrEqxNsIQ/s1600/Candy+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUY1_WoGMPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/00XrEqxNsIQ/s1600/Candy+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(P.S. This may be one of my favorite pictures of all time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, the big M-word. Marriage. This article explains it all&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://universe.byu.edu/node/13393"&gt;http://universe.byu.edu/node/13393&lt;/a&gt;. I'm 20 years old. Uhhh.... thats really young. But somehow mormon culture tells me that by graduating from BYU&amp;nbsp;unmarried (which I will be doing this year) I'm a lost cause. Marriage will happen when it happens, its not a race and by George shouldn't be! Read this article, its pretty spot on! This concludes Dating in P-town exposed: issue #2 by Gail. (which is what people are calling me these days, and its truly awful, but if you can't beat it, embrace it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1095773808449543143?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1095773808449543143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1095773808449543143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1095773808449543143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1095773808449543143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/dating-in-p-town-dos.html' title='Dating in P-Town Dos'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TUY1_WoGMPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/00XrEqxNsIQ/s72-c/Candy+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-659107617724008933</id><published>2011-01-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:38:24.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life was a fantasy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this past week I was lucky enough to return to my home away from home... Orlando. I love that place, everything about it brings back good memories and fun times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was our lovely view from the Polynesian... can life get any better? With 50% off.... I submit it cannot. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT32HS6WuJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rkUfU-jrvQA/s1600/P1010259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT32HS6WuJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rkUfU-jrvQA/s320/P1010259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also our view of the Grand Floridian from our deck. Ah.... its so gorgeous. Kill me now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT32v6yu53I/AAAAAAAAAkI/eRvIEIhsGJU/s1600/P1010261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT32v6yu53I/AAAAAAAAAkI/eRvIEIhsGJU/s320/P1010261.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disney Dining Plan gets a thumbs up from Mama Wheatley... more food than you could ever want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT33cevrJjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6YbfasLxGAM/s1600/P1010275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT33cevrJjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6YbfasLxGAM/s320/P1010275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My excited face soaking in all the Disney goodness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT34Jrh_IrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5tpNO3VaxwQ/s1600/P1010277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT34Jrh_IrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5tpNO3VaxwQ/s320/P1010277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This trip wouldn't have been complete without a trip to the nook, one of my favorite places on this entire earth.... Wilderness Lodge I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT342EaJJVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4ck-rx8GFMg/s1600/P1010305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT342EaJJVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4ck-rx8GFMg/s320/P1010305.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little man came home with me (amongst way too many other souvenirs)... Canadian goofy... the only good looking goofy in my opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT35Pmer09I/AAAAAAAAAkY/dBYYPZWswSQ/s1600/P1010325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT35Pmer09I/AAAAAAAAAkY/dBYYPZWswSQ/s320/P1010325.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This trip created a new experience for me... one of the few things I haven't done at Walt Disney World is go inside the castle... And now I can say that I have! Yep. We're on our way to eat dinner with Miss Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora, Ariel, and Belle. Food= not so good. Experience = once in a life time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT35wOlFP7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/UgjcOu_xJCY/s1600/P1010343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT35wOlFP7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/UgjcOu_xJCY/s320/P1010343.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT36BD-z8OI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vBQ15VL57jI/s1600/P1010381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT36BD-z8OI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vBQ15VL57jI/s320/P1010381.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love Disney. I really plan on moving there after I graduate. Florida is beautiful and most importantly WARM. &amp;nbsp;Canada... I'm so sorry, but weather is the one situation in which we clash. I really don't know if I will survive the rest of this cold winter. No wonder I loved living in Florida... it was like I was living in a fantasy dream world of an endless vacation... yes... thats true... but hey, who wouldn't choose that over the real world. If anyone wants to flee to Florida and live a fairy tale life, let me know... I'm looking for a roommate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-659107617724008933?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/659107617724008933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=659107617724008933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/659107617724008933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/659107617724008933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-life-was-fantasy.html' title='Your life was a fantasy!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TT32HS6WuJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rkUfU-jrvQA/s72-c/P1010259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3253185961724141378</id><published>2011-01-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:39:09.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TS3lVqQAcTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pxwUBae3C_w/s1600/jimmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TS3lVqQAcTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pxwUBae3C_w/s1600/jimmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you know who this guy is? Jimmer Fredette. Only one of the best college bball players in the nation right now. &amp;nbsp;4 months ago I had no idea who this person was. Nor did I know that I sat smack dab next to him in class all last semester. I found out who he was and just what a big deal he is as the semester approached its end, which is highly unfortunate because I never said anything to him... not even once. But I don't feel too bad, my professor didn't know who he was either... referring to him as "himmer?" As my mom told me... I'm a loser for not saying anything. &amp;nbsp;But I'd like to think that if he didn't know he was sitting next to Abby Wheatley all semester, its really his loss. bahhaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3253185961724141378?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3253185961724141378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3253185961724141378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3253185961724141378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3253185961724141378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/jimmer.html' title='Jimmer'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TS3lVqQAcTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pxwUBae3C_w/s72-c/jimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7618537726348165829</id><published>2011-01-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:33:33.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This is my 100th blog post! So in celebration I listed 100 of some of my absolute favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSdMlXmHfkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8mIPrjshGSA/s1600/100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSdMlXmHfkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8mIPrjshGSA/s1600/100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anthropologie. Art History. Apples. Antique stores. Being on time. Boots. Blogs. Beatles music. Boys who wear good shoes. Bread Pudding. Thank you cards. Cruises. Canada. Cardigans. Classical music. Costco. Cow licks (named Buelah). Candles. Cooking. Dinosaurs. Drawing pictures in church. Doodling in general. Doing impersonations. Disney. Earth. Earl of Sandwich. Emporium. Exercise (in the gym, cuz you know I don’t play sports). Family. Florida. French Toast. Friends. Fruit. Frozen Yogurt. Flowers. Grandparents. Gap. Gospel. Geography. Homemade lunches. Hiking (which I need to do more). Humidity. Hide &amp;amp; Go Seek. Humus. Ipods. Jobs. John Mayer. Jam. Jokes. Kitchen appliances. Letters (sending and receiving). Little white dogs. Lamp lighting. Latte bowls. Little Debbie Oatmeal Crème Pies. Laughing. Movie Trailers. Mountains. Maple everything. Maps. Muffin. Mustard. Making lists. Marilyn Monroe. Nail polish. Nordstrom. New York City. Olympics. Organizing. Old movies. Privia hunting. People watching. Peanut Butter. Phone calls. Quilting. Rain. Restaurants. Recycling. Random thoughts. Rock collections. Salads. Salsa. Sampling. SNL. Shoes. Shopping. Skype. Traveling. Trees. The Tower of Terror. Trail Mix. Target. Umbrellas. Urban Outfitters. United States of America. Valentine’s Day. Vintage items. Wilderness Lodge. Warm weather. Zebra domes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;If you didn't know me before... now you do! Thanks to all 5 of you who read this blog! If I left anything that is quintessentially Abby out of the list be sure to let me know. Peace and Blessings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7618537726348165829?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7618537726348165829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7618537726348165829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7618537726348165829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7618537726348165829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/100.html' title='100!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSdMlXmHfkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8mIPrjshGSA/s72-c/100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2643488868831765010</id><published>2011-01-05T10:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:37:39.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Growing up, my family watched all sorts of time period classics like Emma, Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Dr. Quin Medicine Woman,  American Gladiators ( I had to throw those last two in for kicks) and so on... so naturally a guilty pleasure of mine is watching the newer Masterpiece Theatre versions of classic novels... which are truly great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAX1xPYI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gCkXVj-BE2s/s1600/Sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAX1xPYI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gCkXVj-BE2s/s320/Sense.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558758061993180546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAM_gKrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zz3mI1Y_L6k/s1600/wuthering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAM_gKrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zz3mI1Y_L6k/s320/wuthering.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558758059081214642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAJh5uSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Oa8O1OzVj2k/s1600/Persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAJh5uSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Oa8O1OzVj2k/s320/Persuasion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558758058151754018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSSs_6JWsVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_jmAGIy0ldc/s1600/Northanger%2BAbbey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSSs_6JWsVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_jmAGIy0ldc/s320/Northanger%2BAbbey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558758054022263122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PBS is boss. These shows have the most serious introductions done by various celebrities... which are hilariously stern yet addicting at the same time... hence.... a guilty pleasure. Sit me in a wingback chair with a cozy blanket and small dog sleeping on my lap... (throw in a cigar and brandy for image purposes) and you've got a Sunday night with Masterpiece Theatre at its finest. Cheers!&lt;br /&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/6657249587144938991-2643488868831765010?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2643488868831765010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2643488868831765010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2643488868831765010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2643488868831765010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilty-pleasure-8.html' title='Guilty Pleasure #8'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TSStAX1xPYI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gCkXVj-BE2s/s72-c/Sense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2987160762883936280</id><published>2011-01-03T23:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:25:34.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds are Forever</title><content type='html'>So last night I was watching TV with my parents and a James Bond movie was on - Diamonds are Forever. Now I have never seen a James Bond movie before but my parents love em and said I should watch it. When the opening credits began to roll a song began to play... I said, "hey Kanye West did a remix of this song" to which my father said.... "huh, does she go to BYU".  I did not even attempt to watch the movie after this... I was simply over come with laughter. No dad, she doesn't go to BYU and oh yeah, Kanye West.... is not a girl. I think explanations of Eminem, Fergie, Usher  and Lady Gaga can be expected in the future as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2987160762883936280?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2987160762883936280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2987160762883936280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2987160762883936280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2987160762883936280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/diamonds-are-forever.html' title='Diamonds are Forever'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2957719253736101868</id><published>2010-12-23T16:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:01:07.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas Every One!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If its not too late, you should sneak in one of these classics before Christmas Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TRPg92RgXVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7WZPdUqE3YA/s320/118397_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554030118623534418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Christmas Socks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TRPg94AI7DI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7DuO1y2n3Wg/s320/xmaseve.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554030119087565874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Keep Christmas with you all through the year"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TRPg9lJj0PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RIqmiraTtOU/s320/The%2BNight%2BThey%2BSaved%2BChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554030114026803442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Gotta be ready by Christmas Eve and its gotta be made with love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TRPg9T3LKpI/AAAAAAAAAho/LQUys1goCUk/s320/peewee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554030109386287762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pee Wee's Christmas, Very Merry Christmas!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You haven't fully experienced the holidays without watching these gems. I've watched at least 15+ Christmas movies already this season, alright I'm an addict, but who cares a ITS CHRISTMAS! Happy Holidays Everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2957719253736101868?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2957719253736101868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2957719253736101868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2957719253736101868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2957719253736101868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-classics.html' title='Christmas Classics'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TRPg92RgXVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7WZPdUqE3YA/s72-c/118397_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6041659255568081166</id><published>2010-12-15T20:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:58:19.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In case you're interested, from May 12- June 13th 2011, this is where you will find me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHnDu15LI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RAkIYMcn_Q0/s1600/italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHnDu15LI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RAkIYMcn_Q0/s320/italy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551117120797271218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHm5HzsbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/v8VXL3mPcD8/s1600/Italy%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHm5HzsbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/v8VXL3mPcD8/s320/Italy%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551117117949194674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHmkrqEzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JTA19wBzpMM/s1600/Italy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHmkrqEzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JTA19wBzpMM/s320/Italy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551117112462414642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHmXjlFfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zrAlL0Z6kaY/s1600/italy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHmXjlFfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zrAlL0Z6kaY/s320/italy4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551117108938872306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHaPXbv9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/MMUEqiXMJUU/s1600/Louvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHaPXbv9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/MMUEqiXMJUU/s320/Louvre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551116900582014930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHaGtjqyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Q6JcteLbDxo/s1600/versailles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHaGtjqyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Q6JcteLbDxo/s320/versailles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551116898258889506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZ_AZmQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HPG-cj9LrB0/s1600/disney-paris-cheap-deals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZ_AZmQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HPG-cj9LrB0/s320/disney-paris-cheap-deals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551116896190437634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZkgbnVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VKdCDRbb3DA/s1600/London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZkgbnVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VKdCDRbb3DA/s320/London.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551116889077030226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZZe0uqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eqAtaDpf8ow/s1600/stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZZe0uqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eqAtaDpf8ow/s320/stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551116886117497506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got accepted to BYU's Art History Study Abroad. I can't contain my excitement. Its always been my dream to go to Europe, and now its finally happening! And heck yes... of coarse I will be going to Euro Disney... I knew that working at WDW would really come in handy some day! Looks like dreamcations can come true after all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHZZe0uqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eqAtaDpf8ow/s1600/stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6041659255568081166?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6041659255568081166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6041659255568081166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6041659255568081166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6041659255568081166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/12/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQmHnDu15LI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RAkIYMcn_Q0/s72-c/italy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1371646577941719684</id><published>2010-12-08T22:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:02:36.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dreamcations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately all I think about is traveling. Maybe this has a little something to do with my major don't ya think? Well, there are so many places on my checklist that I don't know where to begin... but I guess starting with one of my favorite places in the world would be a good start. Do you know what this is a picture of? I'll give you a hint and its not the Hogwart's Express... think maple, think mounties, think my dream vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBmkkAWbhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8YFEXz1KLNk/s1600/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBmkkAWbhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8YFEXz1KLNk/s320/bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548547519246921234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Rocky Mountaineer, a train that can take you on any dream Canada vacation your heart could possibly desire! Even from coast to coast!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBmkmP3YnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rCI136B8i3w/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBmkmP3YnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rCI136B8i3w/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548547519848866418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However there is a downside to this... namely that each ticket is $5,000. Um yeah. Not likely to happen.... uh ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still dream can't I? These are just a few places on my checklist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peru &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBrUXdkKNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rppqK2njmwI/s320/Peru.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552738560026834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBrUDq0yzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/su-Fcsgx5wA/s320/Paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552733246933810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBrT11KyNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/tlbwaekG4es/s320/italy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552729532221650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBrTmTJrDI/AAAAAAAAAew/_97BZ9GbtAw/s320/China.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552725363010610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBrTn_62zI/AAAAAAAAAeo/lPtWL0Aq0Dc/s320/Africa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552725819218738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not to mention London, India, Australia, Alaska, Germany, Spain, Thailand, New Zealand. I could go on and on. What's a girl to do? The only solution is to become one of these.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBuLaZNhfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MpkzXpqh5ew/s320/flight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548555883263133170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or marry one of these... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBv7ky5hnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/U0VD_jP_P9I/s320/pilot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548557810200577650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or secret option number three..... why not both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1371646577941719684?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1371646577941719684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1371646577941719684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1371646577941719684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1371646577941719684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreamcations-lately-all-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TQBmkkAWbhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8YFEXz1KLNk/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3085397651765528340</id><published>2010-12-04T01:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:44:36.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Beloved Emporium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its no surprise to anyone when I say that I miss living in Florida. And I actually miss the place that I used to work... you know the place that I used to work at 6 days a week, 45 plus hours, getting home from work anywhere from 2 to 7 am.... yeah that place. I found this awesome video of the store that I worked at, The Emporium,  on youtube! The video showcases the entire store. I know  its like 13 minutes long... but thats how big the store actually is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is really funny about the video is that I know the cast members that are shown and I also know every bit of merchandise and how much everything costs! Its amazing how much inventory knowledge you have to become aquatinted with when you work in a store this size. The section of the video that shows the plush wall just makes me laugh... I wish I were there to fix it, cuz it looks purty bad. And also notice how there are hoards of people... its still daylight when this was being filmed... this isn't even parade or firework rush. Working at the Emporium is like working on black Friday... everyday of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crazy tourists, upset/tired mothers, screaming children, swarms of people, the smell of wet guest, protein spills, mangers, stock rooms, and access to the underground tunnels... how I misseth thee! Just let me graduate college quickly so I can go back to my dreamland  fantasy life forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWP07D9jk0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWP07D9jk0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3085397651765528340?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3085397651765528340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3085397651765528340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3085397651765528340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3085397651765528340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-beloved-emporium-its-no-surprise-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6851907559363055231</id><published>2010-11-29T19:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:52:34.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent this Thanksgiving with Katherine and Taurean! Sorry for abandoning you parents! I flew out to Kentucky and Katherine and Taurean showed me all the sights of Louisville and great hospitality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRehaqbJOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Teaeuqop9JQ/s1600/P1000900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRehaqbJOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Teaeuqop9JQ/s320/P1000900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160969385878754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we drove through 6 different states, over the river and through to woods to  NYC to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade! Only one of my favorite American Traditions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPReg2GokbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QhLuYTpQPsE/s1600/P1000956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPReg2GokbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QhLuYTpQPsE/s320/P1000956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160959572087218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This NYPD cop stood across from us for a good four hours while we waited for the parade to start. All I can say is... he didn't have a ring.... if you know what I mean. wink. wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPReAVli0MI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t2Y2rPQd4mE/s1600/P1000994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPReAVli0MI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t2Y2rPQd4mE/s320/P1000994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160401087549634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I simply love these people with the big heads. This picture should be put in a history book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd_tT1KNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Z_gv2I__ldk/s1600/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd_tT1KNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Z_gv2I__ldk/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160390275836114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the NYPD marching band... aka weaksauce... yes, they actually took off their drums right in the middle of the parade...with the way this situation appears I'd rather have a skinny tall 17 year old high school boy protect me than one of these guys. At least they have the strength the wear their drum throughout the entire parade! I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American Girl Place!!!! My childhood dreamland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd_K75ibI/AAAAAAAAAds/BgdJC0gk5Ag/s1600/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd_K75ibI/AAAAAAAAAds/BgdJC0gk5Ag/s1600/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd_K75ibI/AAAAAAAAAds/BgdJC0gk5Ag/s320/P1010106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160381048654258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too bad that I am too old for these!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd-147V3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/KcX_s2-MCFs/s1600/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd-147V3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/KcX_s2-MCFs/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160375399044978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's also too bad that I am too young for my perfect Matt Lauer! Inappropriate man crush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Met and explored it for a few hours! It was so cool! The Upper East Side is where its at! I think I was made for New York City! And what would a trip to NY be without a trip to Serendipity 3! Perfect trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd-THcfoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JhCMMKXa_qA/s1600/P1010126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRd-THcfoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JhCMMKXa_qA/s320/P1010126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160366064696962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6657249587144938991-6851907559363055231?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6851907559363055231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6851907559363055231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6851907559363055231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6851907559363055231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving-i-spent-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TPRehaqbJOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Teaeuqop9JQ/s72-c/P1000900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-847737682556834060</id><published>2010-11-11T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:52:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shy Abby&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people who know me well would think me to be an outgoing person. I mean, I'm loud I make outrageous/ slightly inappropriate comments most of the time, and my days usually consist of constant streams of embarrassing and awkward situations. So a class presentation shouldn't be a big deal right. I mean how much more a fool can I make of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then it happens. The heart starts pounding. My hands start shaking. Voice trembles. Blood rushes to my face. I loose all coherence and don't even recognize the words coming out of my mouth. Face is the color of a tomato by now. What am I even saying? Did I mention that part twice? Add in a few awkward "o boys" and "you betcha's" and you've just witnessed a presentation by Miss Abby Wheatley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacrament meeting talks are this times  999 billion!!!!!!! But the weirdest part is...... I secretly enjoy it. There is such power when speaking to large groups of people. Please keep this on the DL......... you didn't hear it from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-847737682556834060?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/847737682556834060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=847737682556834060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/847737682556834060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/847737682556834060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/shy-abby-most-people-who-know-me-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6538880262909009169</id><published>2010-11-04T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:53:17.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Holla back for Awesome Professors yo!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My professors have been in a really good mood lately, gotta love it while it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an excerpt from my Geography of U.S. and Canada class discussion today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I've always said that B's are for balance. If I  balance a job, dating life, church callings, and schoolwork at the same time then I will get a B in a class. Where as those students who get A's... well they're not married for one thing! They don't date, don't have a job, or read their scriptures. B people do." -  my professor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time I get a B, I won't cry about it to my family over the phone. (which has been known to happen in the past). After all B is for Balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. On a major side note, everyone should know that I had run ins with two local celebrities this week... Carole Mikita and Provo's very own B Money$ Be jealous!&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/6657249587144938991-6538880262909009169?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6538880262909009169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6538880262909009169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6538880262909009169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6538880262909009169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/holla-back-for-awesome-professors-yo-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3634979902514419528</id><published>2010-11-02T12:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:53:36.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The JKB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The JKB also known as the Jesse Knight Building, seems to be the place where reviews for all of my classes are held, but there is just one problem… the rooms are impossible to find! There are so many staircases and ramps that leave you wondering what floor you’ve actually been led to. It is BYU’s very own labyrinth. I can’t help but look like an idiot in this building; walking in what I think is the right direction only to turn around mid stride and realize I’m headed the wrong way. So naturally I avoid this building, and the embarrassment it brings me, at all costs. You should too if you know what’s good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3634979902514419528?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3634979902514419528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3634979902514419528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3634979902514419528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3634979902514419528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/jkb-jkb-also-known-as-jacob-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8594654674542658607</id><published>2010-10-29T14:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:25:10.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Winter Time Is Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Winter time is upon us now. Regrettably so, as it is my least favorite season. My house got 9 inches earlier this week! And before Halloween? It should be a crime. As the muppets put it… it chills me to the bone. So much so, that my personal heater for some years now has become my blow dryer. It is the perfect portable heater, but what I really want is one of those hair salon blow dryers… you know the ones you can sit under. (Um Santa please take note on this one)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TMspfO1BEOI/AAAAAAAAAco/bk6XIwbUXpc/s320/learn-hair-styles-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533562183687934178" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;That’d be the day!  I’m always talking about how when I finish school I’m moving to Canada… and my family just laughs. If I can barely handle Utah cold how could I handle Canada cold! They are right, I’d probably be found frozen mid-stride on my way to a maple fest or something. Anyways I’m getting beside the point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I open the door to my apartment to brave the cold I feel like I am stepping into a giant walk in freezer. It is just horrible. Winter is like being on the frozen isle of grocery but for FIVE + months! I brought this topic up in conversation with my dad the other day. I asked him out of jest if he though people lived longer in colder climates, in the same sense that food in better preserved in the freezer. His response was, “well I don’t know, there are an awful lot of old people living in Arizona and Florida.” I love my dad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two pairs of socks, uggs, underarmor, two pairs of sweatpants (or stretchy pants if its a good day), undershirt, t shirt, sweatshirt, beenie on, sweatshirt hoodie up, ski coat, ski coat hood up, mittens, and a scarf and I’m good to go. I won’t blame you if you don’t wave to me on my way to campus, you probably won’t recognize me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TMsodMQuWOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-i71XUY0DQQ/s320/ArmsDown_grey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561049127475426" /&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least its almost Christmas Yay! Oh ya, word on the street is that another epic dessert party like last years Valentines Extravaganza (only this time Christmified to the max) is being schemed by a Miss Abby W.  no make that A. Wheatley. Ps. on November 1st Christmas music will be making an ultimate comeback in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8594654674542658607?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8594654674542658607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8594654674542658607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8594654674542658607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8594654674542658607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/winter-time-is-here-winter-time-is-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TMspfO1BEOI/AAAAAAAAAco/bk6XIwbUXpc/s72-c/learn-hair-styles-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2358061072777347082</id><published>2010-10-27T16:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:38:58.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guilty Pleasure #7: Free Samples!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Free samples are simple stated one of life’s many joys. I live for them. When I lived in Florida I certainly thrived and survived at times off of them. I must say that now I have toned down my constant need and abuse of free samples, but that doesn’t mean that it is any less fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where do I sample?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Costco, Sams Club, Target, Great Harvest, Sees, food courts, Le Gourmet Chef, Harry and David, Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, frozen yogurt places, The Sweet Tooth Fairy, Sunflower Market, Good Earth Grocery Stores, the BYU career fair, and the BYU housing fair. The BYU housing fair was the best sampling session I have ever been apart of. They are throwing doughnuts, cookies, popcorn, tacos, ice cream bars, candy bars, and coconut macaroons practically in your face. If you are looking for a good time in January you’re so invited to come to the housing fair with yours truly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is something about free food that is just so satisfying. Sampling is ideal because I get to eat a small portion of foods that I normally don’t buy for my belt buckles sake and I feel guilt free. Most impressive free samples from Costco have been: a quarter piece of a hamburger, hot cinnamon rolls, whole creamies, sushi, full size maple leaf shaped cookies, and bagels. Sampling tip: go right before a big holiday weekend! Costco pulls out all the stops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TMih0yctjII/AAAAAAAAAcY/Uy4Y36Qmrbs/s320/costco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532850070492122242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and case you were wondering all Costco’s sample the same food on the same day. Its been tested. Lets just say that I know the sample people at Orem’s Costco and they recognize me. I don’t abuse the system I just utilize it while I am there. Who can say no to a free sample?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now if you wanted to be dishonest you could eat every day for free on BYU’s campus by going to the countless lectures held every day that are catered with pizza, veggies, and fruit afterward. I don’t and have never done that… but it is actually a pretty good idea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2358061072777347082?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2358061072777347082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2358061072777347082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2358061072777347082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2358061072777347082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/guilty-pleasure-6-free-samples-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TMih0yctjII/AAAAAAAAAcY/Uy4Y36Qmrbs/s72-c/costco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7230338949906948212</id><published>2010-10-25T23:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:55:01.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Beginners Guide to Dating in P Town</title><content type='html'>So in case you didn't know... Provo is statistically one of the top dating towns in America. (did you know that 60% of statistics are made up on the spot? go figure) There is a science to this so called "P Town" dating. Its more complicated than you might think, and it goes a little something like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The meet cute. When two people meet for the first time and find some common ground/interest. If the boy is interested we move to step 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guy calls girl and and asks her for a group/double date on the weekend. There is some minimal mid week texting involved until they go on the date. Then of course there is the always forever awkward post date hug. Which leads to the next step...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The PDT. PDT= Post Date Text (creatively acronymed by my awesome roommate Liz). If the guy really likes the girl he'll text her as soon as the date is over. He'll usually say something like... I had a great time! Thanks! You looked really pretty tonight.... ( multiple girls have gotten this exact same text which shows its a universal male PDT)... which I always find interesting since they were the one who paid for me and I should be thanking them but whatevs I guess. Oh and ps. if you thought I looked pretty you should've told me in person you would've scored big time brownie points! And made the girl blush to boot.  If the girl really likes the guy she'll beat him to the PDT. And if she isn't into the guy she probably won't even send one. But don't worry fellas, she may just be unaware of the PDT, so don't loose all hope. For all of you who dated before texting was a big thing, you're probably thinking this sounds ridiculous... but no this is really just how it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. If both parties are interested they'll get together for a small date (aka a walk, frozen yogurt run, study sesh in the library, or walk home from campus together) mid-week relatively soon after their date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Then this will lead to date #2. Possibly a single date or another group date. If date number two goes well, more texting, library time, and movie watching is done... yada yada yada you know where I'm going with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These beginning stages are exactly the same every stinking time. I am the first person to say that I hate texting. Boys and girls lets just be adults and call one another! It is so much easier and there is no confusion ( just youtube "boys will be girls" and "boys will be girls: girls night out" and you'll know what I'm talking about- hilarious stuff). Boys let girls know what the plan is. Girls do not like surprise activities on dates! We need to plan our shoes accordingly yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if you want to get out of this five step process smoothly but the person is just not getting the message. You can't! The girl or guy who wants to escape will inevitably end up being a jerk trying to get out of it. Guys always tell me that they would appreciate a girl who would say to them "thanks but I'm just not interested" so that they don't keep wasting their time or money. But we all know that no one wants to hear "thanks but I'm not interested".  haha My sweet mom makes me laugh so hard. She told me the other day that she once said that same sort of thing very kindly to a guy in college. And what did he do? He went home and told all of his roommates what a jerk she was and word spread like wildfire. She never told a guy she wasn't interested again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically since hardly anyone says it like it is anymore. Here's how you tell if someone is not interested  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- They let voicemail answer your phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don't respond to your texts until hrs later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Keep saying no to dates without giving alternate times/days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Avoid you in places where you usually see one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone likes you, they'll be all up in your facebook, texts, move their schedule around to make time for you, and seek you out to talk to you in a public setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this ain't happinen then "it" ain't happinen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tellin it like it is as always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7230338949906948212?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7230338949906948212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7230338949906948212' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7230338949906948212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7230338949906948212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginners-guide-to-dating-in-p-town.html' title='Beginners Guide to Dating in P Town'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7578712914703960260</id><published>2010-10-14T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:33:36.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So lately I am realizing just how non-athletic I am, and I must say... it is quite annoying. And in college, sports participation cannot be avoided no matter what you do... believe me I've tried. Sports are not my cup of tea. I'm the girl who wore her leg brace longer than needed to high school just to avoid the basketball section of gym class. Volleyball? I'll pass. Golf? Highest score award (ps. that's not a good thing). Skiing? The Bunny Hill and I have a good time. Ultimate Frisbee? Are you kidding. Softball? It's manageable. Swimming? Does having underwater tea parties count? The saddest part is that I recently discovered the so called friendly playground games of four square and kickball are also added to my "Abby cannot play" list. And to make matters even worse... two weeks ago I found out that I couldn't ride a bike. DUN DUN DUN...... I know... its pretty bad.  Sure I may have played lacrosse in high school but really... I just played so I could wear this cute outfit and tie a ribbon in my hair.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TLdyLhaqokI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Rp7X1N24wUk/s320/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528012609894916674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. 4.... check it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it all comes down to reflexes and coordination... I have neither. I'm a champ at aerobics and step, just pumped out a half marathon, and really love working up a good sweat. Sports just aren't my fort-ay. Hiking sounds like a really good hobby for me to pick up. No coordination required. Now... i just need to make friends with people who like to hike so I can make it to the top of Provo's very own pride rock. Oh and wait 6 months for good weather again. Why do these realizations always come too late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6657249587144938991-7578712914703960260?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7578712914703960260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7578712914703960260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7578712914703960260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7578712914703960260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-lately-i-am-realizing-just-how-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TLdyLhaqokI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Rp7X1N24wUk/s72-c/DSC01251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2184464086749537094</id><published>2010-10-11T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:34:44.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>strange facebook and breast cancer collaberation?</title><content type='html'>So last year it was posting your bra color as your facebook status to raise awareness for breast cancer and this year it is where you put your purse. Not only do these status's sound dirty but after my previous post titled "gross" you realize just how dirty your friends are! haha Alot of people I know have there status set as I like it on the table/counter/couch.... ummm.... all I can say is that I won't be eating dinner at their apartment anytime soon. Gross!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2184464086749537094?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2184464086749537094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2184464086749537094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2184464086749537094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2184464086749537094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-facebook-and-breast-cancer.html' title='strange facebook and breast cancer collaberation?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6575011485214315866</id><published>2010-10-07T18:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:58:15.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of the time I wonder what I am really doing in college. In most of my classes I feel that I learn nothing, am given endless amounts of reading, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; finals,  and take dinky attendance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quizzes&lt;/span&gt; that fill in the gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, for the first time in 2 years I had a profound moment. I have this amazing professor who actually knows how to hold the attention of the class. Besides the fact that he doesn't use boring power points, utilize blackboard whatsoever, or give any tests/finals he still manges to keep the attendance and attention of his students. We come to class having read the text we discuss it for two or three days then take a simple 10 question quiz and the conglomerate quiz scores comprise our grade. Isn't that what school should be? I feel like it has gotten so technical lately that many teachers can't even function with out a power point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my profound moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a discussion on urban vs. rural areas and folk vs. pop societies. My professor told us to imagine that we'd broken both of our legs and we are lying in the hospital bed. He asked us (without posting in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status that you'd just broke both your legs or sending endless texts to multiple people) you how many people would know that this happened to you? How many people would actually stop what they were doing to come and see you in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part of our discussion is that besides family, not many people would come. We live in such a removed society that people wouldn't even be aware for quite some time as to what happened to you, and if they did know most likely they'd give their schedule the priority and wouldn't want to take the 20 minute drive to the hospital just to visit you. Sure a person may have 700+ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends but what does that even mean? Is it a competition of who knows the most people. In urban societies we have more relationships but less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt;. People who live in pop culture societies tend to feel lonely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; because while they may have all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends in the world... how many of their so called "friends"  truly care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compared this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; to a rural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. If you broke both your legs your whole town would know. Everyone including your teacher and their dog would be visiting you in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes my profound realization. I hate our modern technology and how it has distanced us from what really matters. I can't stand it when people are glued to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphones&lt;/span&gt; 24/7. Like they can't go 5 minutes sitting/waiting in silence just pondering, soaking in their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;, or actually holding a real conversation with a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, has its good and bad sides but I know it has altered the way that I interact with people for the worse. I hardly ever call my old friends from high school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; its just easier to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; them. I also feel like there is quite the competition to see who has the busiest schedule, and not just necessarily on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I used to feel that if every moment wasn't filled with some sort of scheduled activity or plan I was wasting time. Or that if I sat in my apartment for even two hours with nothing to do I was missing out on some huge party. Whatever happened to free time? We even schedule our fun now, sometimes even weekends in advance. For a long time now I have never felt pressure to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre-made&lt;/span&gt; plans for the weekend. Whatever happens happens. I get annoyed with people who are always looking for a party or the next best thing. Just be happy with where you are and make your own party. My wise sister Katherine taught me that long ago, and I think we have way more fun than those people who drive and hop around to different parties looking for their so called version of a good time. Lame! Lame! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always thought that I wanted to live in a large city someday but I think I'm changing my mind. We are here on earth for a reason... to experience it! Not live vicariously through electronic devices and search for the next best thing. Maybe living out in the middle of nowhere isn't as bad as it seems. Everything is so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; there. Am I the only technophobe that blogs? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this may be one of my longest rants ever.... sorry :) Peace &amp;amp; Blessings ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6575011485214315866?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6575011485214315866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6575011485214315866' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6575011485214315866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6575011485214315866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-428962727687108171</id><published>2010-10-05T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:36:11.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two posts in one day!!! I must have a lot to say.... that or my class that I am sitting in (ahem..... family processes) is excruciatingly boring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had this thought lately almost every time that I use a public bathroom. Just hear me out. You enter the bathroom, sometimes there is a hook on the back of the door but more often than not, the hook is gone or one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never existed in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where does your armadillo purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKuZwqjFobI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w8syD_MKcJI/s400/purse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524678429234274738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chewy backpack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKuZqNA4oJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fwmrO0s4Ow4/s400/chewy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524678318226972818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or Joey man bag go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKuZWFvs2pI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qSKbnh_S32E/s400/man+bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524677972678466194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; On the ground. Do you know how gross that is?  How many times have you walked past a stall where the floor was mysteriously wet and covered in toilet paper. Just nasty. And still.... every time we go to the bathroom we sit our backpack/ personal items on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when you get home you either sit your purse on the kitchen counter, your backpack on your bed or couch. So that means you are eating more than just your food for dinner. Dinner plus thousands of bacteria!!!! Oh and next time you go to lay down on the couch for a Sunday nap I wouldn't let your mouth drool all over the fabric, you pick up more than just slime on the side of your face. How about E COLI and Hepatitis!!!! Yippee Hooray!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I have sufficiently scared you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the solution to this problem: disposable backpacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm a genius. Dad how about we jump on this invention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-428962727687108171?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/428962727687108171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=428962727687108171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/428962727687108171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/428962727687108171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/gross.html' title='Gross'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKuZwqjFobI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w8syD_MKcJI/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1323067581427670243</id><published>2010-10-05T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:18:50.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Library Time</title><content type='html'>It's library..... It's library ---Ti iime!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to flight of the concords. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm back in the library for the first time this semester and just about as annoyed as ever. Not only have I seen just about every creature I remember avoiding last semester but a whole new crew. I must say I think this will be my last time up here on the fifth floor. The dynamics of this floor, though while hilarious... are slowing driving me mad. The volume is quite low today surprisingly but this place is truly an exclusive club. If your dad doesn't own a Bentley you may as well have grown up in a cardboard box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing about todays particular visit... there are far too many bird nest sized headbands and too many baggy beanies atop heads. Its like 75 degrees outside people. Come on now. Farewell fifth floor. You've driven me to insanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1323067581427670243?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1323067581427670243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1323067581427670243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1323067581427670243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1323067581427670243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-library-time.html' title='It&apos;s Library Time'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-9079074205245598427</id><published>2010-09-28T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:42:36.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKK0rtKexlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vKEIbr--C2I/s1600/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKK0rtKexlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vKEIbr--C2I/s400/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522174756060579410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am doing an experiment. Sad as it is... I can't go one day without checking my facebook. It has become an awful habit so I am abandoning my facebook for one week. Its truly sad but it will be one of the hardest things I've ever done. Boo Hoo Hoo. Now what will I do to procrastinate? hmmmm maybe actually my homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-9079074205245598427?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9079074205245598427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=9079074205245598427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9079074205245598427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9079074205245598427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-am-doing-experiment.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TKK0rtKexlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vKEIbr--C2I/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8813837464651489004</id><published>2010-09-26T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:27:40.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chica!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chica bonita is 24!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TJ_2MFCY2OI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Nzf5cFVKWsA/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521402355550574818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters.... Sisters..... there were never such devoted sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love You!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8813837464651489004?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8813837464651489004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8813837464651489004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8813837464651489004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8813837464651489004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-chica.html' title='Happy Birthday Chica!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TJ_2MFCY2OI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Nzf5cFVKWsA/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2340819722770705623</id><published>2010-09-24T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:10:01.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently I grew up on planet mars.  Ever heard of pogs? A little cardboard circle used in a slapping game of sorts... if you haven't please let me know because I seem to be the only child from the 90s that missed out on the phenomenon. How can this be? My parents remember, all my siblings remember, but not me!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TJ0deTm3vAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EUFf-qoTT5I/s320/bV1ofoXeMnztddndYiTwh820o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520601124722686978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is horrifically disgusting, its the worst picture I could find of pogs, so therefore it had to be used. Ever since I was a child ALF has scared the crap out of me. The mere sight of his image makes me ill, I hate him! Almost as I much as I hate this whole pog nonsense. Apparently, they were as big of a deal as nanos, giga pets, and furbees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest assured I owned plenty of those bad boys and still to this day have them. Koala Giga, Cat Giga, and two nano babies are all residing comfortably in my bedroom back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pog ordeal will most likely drag me to the looney bin. For months I have been trying to plan a childhood nostalgia night/party. But now who will come, I mean everyone will want to play pogs, and I don't even know what they are! I guess every kid didn't collect rocks and potato bugs like me, or give pretend blessings to their dog... yes Katherine and I did attempt to give Muffin a blessing long ago. But we also gave a potato bug a proper funeral with a headstone and all; go ahead.....you can call us crazy because.....we are.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know about pogs? Enlighten me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2340819722770705623?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2340819722770705623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2340819722770705623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2340819722770705623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2340819722770705623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/pogs.html' title='Pogs'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TJ0deTm3vAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EUFf-qoTT5I/s72-c/bV1ofoXeMnztddndYiTwh820o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-10490155364138578</id><published>2010-09-16T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:00:49.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm... another quarter life crisis... that sounds good... I'll have that&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just when I think I have my whole life planned out... graduating in April, floral design school, possible Skywest internship, my world has been turned upside down yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream study abroad (which as of one week ago was not being offered in 2011) is now open and set for applicants! I would kill to go on this study abroad. Its the art history one, only this time it is only going to Italy, France, and London and we'll be there for a lot less time than the previous study abroads have been! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also the most competitive study abroad to be accepted to at BYU.. 26/82 people were accepted last year and only 6 non majors and I'm not an Art History major! So now I am considering becoming an Art History minor to bump my chances, which isn't bad at all as I love the subject. But that means delaying graduation even further and taking another 12 credits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do. I've always wanted to go to Europe and see my favorite works in person and this is my ticket!!! I need advice people! Especially from the previous study abroad folks who read this blog! Is it worth it? More school, tests, finals, and enduring horrible whistlers at BYU for a possible 2 extra semesters just to go to Europe for 20-30 days? I'm lost. Help me. Should I graduate and go to Europe on my own or delay and go with BYU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-10490155364138578?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/10490155364138578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=10490155364138578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/10490155364138578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/10490155364138578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-595330230145651119</id><published>2010-09-13T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:39:32.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guilty Pleasure #6&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is well known that the Wheatley's enjoy quoting movies... a little too much. Those who are not apart of our family have no idea what we are saying half the time... I love it when people mistake quotes for my own original jokes...and hate it when people think "this girl probably needs help". Anyhow, if you are not apart of the elusive club that can decode our lingo here's a glimpse at beginners guide to Wheatley Speech 101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know every funny moment from: ( I've given only one of the many favorite quotes next to each)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father of the Bride 1 and 2&lt;/b&gt;- "Two Vasnics!!??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Return to Me&lt;/b&gt;- "Goodnight Nurse!!! He's just a man!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautician and the Beas&lt;/b&gt;t- "Svetlana!!! Svetlana wait up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/b&gt;- "now you do plan on having dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleepless in Seattle-&lt;/b&gt; " you don't want to be in love, you want to be in love in a movie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/b&gt;- " I love black underwears!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Night They Saved Christmas&lt;/b&gt;- "Gotta be ready by Christmas Eve and its gotta be made with love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only You&lt;/b&gt;- "el freewayo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Burbs&lt;/b&gt;- " it came with the frame"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groundhog Day&lt;/b&gt;- "Look out for that one its a dooooosie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What About Bob&lt;/b&gt;- "Who's Betty? I'm Betty... ahhhh.... so you're Betty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Vacation&lt;/b&gt;- "And why is the carpet wet Todd... I don't know Margo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of this whole quoting situation is that this summer I was driving in the car with Katherine... and I knew I was quoting a movie when I said "I agree... I agree" I just didn't know exactly what I was quoting. So I ask her... "what is that from again".... Katherine replied.... "you're quoting me!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy... the joys of making movies in high school... Party For Nine, Dinner for One will go down in history. "Tally Ho!!!"  "is that you're wedding ring?"  "you have a crumb on your lip" "Daniels!!! I'm gonna kill him!!!" "That won't do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't understand any of that... you so obviously need to buy Wheatley Speech 101 on Amazon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-595330230145651119?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/595330230145651119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=595330230145651119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/595330230145651119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/595330230145651119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilty-pleasure-6-it-is-well-known-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8890857704016079750</id><published>2010-09-07T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:24:33.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Disney Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>Before I get to the race, there must first be an shoutout to Whitney Picklesiemer ( I'm sorry if I mis-spelled your last name) as she got married this past weekend!!!! The wedding was gorgeous! Love you Whit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIb0PaT527I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8afaf-9DljA/s1600/P1000643.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514363339359771570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIb0PaT527I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8afaf-9DljA/s320/P1000643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok... onto the race. We had to be at the meeting area in the morning by 4:30 am. I woke up at 3:15 because I couldn't sleep from the anticipation. We waited around until the race started at 6 am. We were in one of the last corrals so we didn't officially start running until maybe 6:30ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmbXnmKTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/uEJwRjycD1I/s1600/P1000648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348151632701746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmbXnmKTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/uEJwRjycD1I/s320/P1000648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was feeling good until mile 5 when my knees started hurting, so I slowed my pace and slowly the pain went away. We got to run through both Disney parks and Angels stadium (which was totally awesome). There were Disney characters as you ran through the parks that cheered you on and you could stop to take your pictures with. There were so many spectators!!!! They spanned the entire race! There were high schools from all over S. CA there to cheer us on. They even cheered me on by name "come on Abby you can do it" "Go Abby!!!!" I felt like a celebrity. No big deal. I finished with 2:35 as my time, not bad for only training by running 3 miles max on the treadmill the week of the race. I am so stoked I could do another one. Of course I'm sore but its bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmatweg3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/3_CJpSjQrX4/s1600/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348140395660146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmatweg3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/3_CJpSjQrX4/s320/P1000680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how many pictures I have of me in 3D glasses after all of my Disney days but we had to take one while we were waiting for Captain EO. Which rocked.... literally. I was bouncing in my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmaOUUANI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y_YY--QWftg/s1600/P1000686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348131956031698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmaOUUANI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y_YY--QWftg/s320/P1000686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sported our medals all day long at the park... we're some of "those" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmZkWw1bI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N1lk2X1kNVU/s1600/P1000689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348120692020658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmZkWw1bI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N1lk2X1kNVU/s320/P1000689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Liz calls this photo... "our after party at the Hollywood Tower Hotel" and we stayed at the park till midnight to watch the new water show at CA Adventure. Thats right folks... up in the morning at 3:15 and to by by 12:30.... plus running 13.1 miles in between... it was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to this awesome antique district called Orange Circle and they had some amazing stuff. They had this amazing turquoise piano for $300!!!!! I wanted to take it home with me in my carry on. I definitely want to come back to this district next time I'm in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmZPqhuEI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yMJ_R663Oxw/s1600/P1000696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348115137771586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIbmZPqhuEI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yMJ_R663Oxw/s320/P1000696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also want to do another half marathon!!!! Anyone want to do the Princess half marathon in Orlando at the end of this coming February???! I am dying to do it! I get to run around my old home of 8 months and escape the cold of Utah!!!!! And if you do one in Florida and one in CA in the same year you get a special Coast to Coast medal!!!! Thats 3 medals for two races!!!! Seriously a half marathon was one of the most fun things I have ever done in my entire life! And I can't imagine a better one to do than Disney. So people..... do one with me! You won't regret it!&lt;br /&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/6657249587144938991-8890857704016079750?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8890857704016079750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8890857704016079750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8890857704016079750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8890857704016079750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/disney-half-marathon.html' title='Disney Half Marathon'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIb0PaT527I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8afaf-9DljA/s72-c/P1000643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-9009177923149982243</id><published>2010-09-01T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:20:17.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Mayer Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are way too many John Mayer haters in this world. He is amazingly talented and I don't care what anyone else thinks. He is on of the greatest musicians and is a brilliant beyond brilliant guitar player. He has actual raw talent as opposed to so many other wanna be's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jdOoaSpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/PXGsRSbE1aU/s320/P1000576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512022716487191186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owl City opened for him and they were really good. I love that this is just a kid from the plain states playing the keyboard in his basement who was randomly discovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jfhbOzMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AP9l4Z0wqGA/s1600/P1000608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jfhbOzMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AP9l4Z0wqGA/s320/P1000608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512022755891924162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um.... yeah..... we had pretty darn good seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jfDjP-NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DvOJPrT5hGU/s1600/P1000621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jfDjP-NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DvOJPrT5hGU/s320/P1000621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512022747872491730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had an amazing jam session of sorts with a clarinet of all instruments. I love it. Who else but John Mayer would combine a clarinet and uke? His concert had none of the stupid flashy cheese.... just straight up good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jeSx5yRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a8jaAoRfiLU/s1600/P1000607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jeSx5yRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a8jaAoRfiLU/s320/P1000607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512022734780614930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were a little unsure of what he was wearing though. Sear sucker capri-flood pants with suede shoes/boots, and a bandana as a headband. He said "this is what happens when I dress myself, no one chose this for me, I may have a death wish on my love life but at least I feel good." Some what of a quack in his personal life but I still love his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jdpdBXkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/XnyO-B6TBRE/s1600/P1000596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jdpdBXkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/XnyO-B6TBRE/s320/P1000596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512022723687177794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New John Mayer covers he played .... sitting on the dock of the bay and journey's don't stop believen'. Great Concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Side Note: USANA you make my parking lot phobia practically inflate to an all time high. Avoid that parking lot at all costs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6657249587144938991-9009177923149982243?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9009177923149982243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=9009177923149982243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9009177923149982243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9009177923149982243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/john-mayer-concert-there-are-way-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TH6jdOoaSpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/PXGsRSbE1aU/s72-c/P1000576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8740484896121660941</id><published>2010-08-30T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:01:33.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>Blurg! Blogging identity has been compromised!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8740484896121660941?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8740484896121660941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8740484896121660941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8740484896121660941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8740484896121660941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8860300808247627564</id><published>2010-08-10T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:49:08.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flashy not... Trashy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely am in love with this TV show. I think that after the amount of episodes I have watched over the past couple weeks ... I am slowing morphing into Fran Drescher. This is the epitome of a classic 90s sitcom.... although thankfully with none of the mushy gushy sentimental moments as witnessed in full house (katherine will kill me for saying that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TGHUjhfqt3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wJFMke81Bn8/s320/The-nanny-the-nanny-6462937-438-473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503913926375159666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's not to love....Grandma Yeta, Fran's crazy mother, the fact that they eat cake in almost every episode, and Fran's outrageous outfits. I admit my favorite is her matching shirt, jacket, and pantsuit all camouflaged to look like a brick wall... who else could pull that off but the nanny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feel free to come watch some episodes with me.... I ordered the full season online (totally not what I was expecting.... bootlegged  and shipped all the way from China) ... but it works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's your favorite sitcom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8860300808247627564?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8860300808247627564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8860300808247627564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8860300808247627564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8860300808247627564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/flashy-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TGHUjhfqt3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wJFMke81Bn8/s72-c/The-nanny-the-nanny-6462937-438-473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8439913841646041876</id><published>2010-08-06T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:12:45.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little piece of heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No this isn't a picture of Muffy (although I'd say these pooches could be her twin)... Lately I have been looking at page after page of google search images for Maltese dogs (what else is new?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFzDSgUCivI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cJ31IPVw7y0/s320/maltese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502487567418952434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Oh so wild... Oh so free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which was a mistake because the next day I couldn't resist the urge to go to Incredible Pets (my favorite pet store) and hold a little puppy that looked exactly like this! It broke my heart to leave him all alone, his sad little eyes followed me out as I headed to my dogless home. I've decided that I will never be single and alone over 30... because by that point I will have this little roommate and companion. The best kind of roommate really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFy_uG_Us8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/hqMfZML-hfU/s320/muffy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502483643611001794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; no arguments, no dirty dishes, and he'll even give me free tootsie rolls!!!!!!!.... then maybe next time my tootsie pop doesn't have a surprise inside I'll have reinforcements. There is a bright side to everything! &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/6657249587144938991-8439913841646041876?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8439913841646041876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8439913841646041876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8439913841646041876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8439913841646041876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-piece-of-heaven-no-this-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFzDSgUCivI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cJ31IPVw7y0/s72-c/maltese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6088360795857274577</id><published>2010-08-02T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:59:10.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Pop was found Tootsieless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Tootsie Pop's are one of my favorite candies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFdMzLsXyDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gu4aBDbwi5I/s320/377291216_4baadbf724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500949912052287538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I am bitterly disappointed in the one that I ate today :( For the first time ever I found that my tootsie pop had no tootsie surprise inside! How could this happen to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6088360795857274577?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6088360795857274577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6088360795857274577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6088360795857274577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6088360795857274577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-pop-was-found-tootsieless-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFdMzLsXyDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gu4aBDbwi5I/s72-c/377291216_4baadbf724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1656680090197080876</id><published>2010-07-30T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:14:47.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guilty Pleasure #5&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time since I posted one of these. In middle school I had a strange obsession come over me, there was a certain genre of music that I became obsessed with... which leads to guilty pleasure #5: Showtunes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered Showtunes Saturday Night on Cozy 106.5 when I was 13 and became an avid listener learning all the new musicals. Thankfully this obsession has died down a lot, although I did just go to Las Vegas solely to see The Lion King... so maybe the obsession isn't quite gone yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les Miserables twice, Wicked, Mama Mia, The Lion King, and countless musicals seen at Hale Theater. I can't get enough. I really want to see Mary Poppins, and if Uncle Jesse is still starring in Bye Bye Birdie than sign me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFLuOZKPNJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PrJT1XbyNiE/s320/New+York+125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499720026012202130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I say earlier about this obsession dying down? ha ha It still very much exists! Katherine wearing her $60 Wicked sweatshirt, me in my wicked T and us copying the playbill cover. It doesn't get more &lt;strike&gt;pathetic&lt;/strike&gt; hilarious than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1656680090197080876?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1656680090197080876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1656680090197080876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1656680090197080876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1656680090197080876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/guilty-pleasure-5-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TFLuOZKPNJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PrJT1XbyNiE/s72-c/New+York+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4962784057052137792</id><published>2010-07-13T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:50:20.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's a Monster!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is the phrase that my loving and adoring sister Katherine has whispered into the young  innocent ears of my nieces and nephews for years now...funny funny Katherine. Sometimes I am a monster I'll admit.... today...... I ate a Green One!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDylvh4-ldI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mPmp6O3d1kE/s320/IMG_9280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493447881454949842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, a big, filled to the brim, in your face spinach Green Monster! What did I think of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDymSOHYDLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gbNxwa35wgM/s320/IMG_9281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493448477442051250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no explanation will be necessary. just yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4962784057052137792?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4962784057052137792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4962784057052137792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4962784057052137792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4962784057052137792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/abbys-monster-this-is-phrase-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDylvh4-ldI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mPmp6O3d1kE/s72-c/IMG_9280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2046253171523511281</id><published>2010-07-12T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:00:38.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Divinity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you getting a load of this picture? Isn't it a beauty? Unfortunately I did not take it but I sure did eat it, I gotta give props to Angela from ohsheglows.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDs5zxHRZJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I-FmWdLpUJo/s320/Cherry+Bomb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493047732028400786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for this delicious creation. Cherry Chocolate Bomb Vegan Overnight Oats!!!!!! It was quite possibly the most delicious thing I have ever eaten! It tasted like dessert for breakfast but it is healthy! You can check out the recipe on her webpage! You will NOT regret buying the ingredients for this because I guarantee you you'll want to eat it every day! Angela is so inspiring she has changed my outlook on a lot of health related topics. She instigated the green monster movement--- haven't heard of it? Green Monsters= Spinach Smoothies. I've got to admit I am a little skeptical but I am going to try one sometime this week so expect a follow up post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2046253171523511281?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2046253171523511281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2046253171523511281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2046253171523511281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2046253171523511281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDs5zxHRZJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I-FmWdLpUJo/s72-c/Cherry+Bomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-208526742358763853</id><published>2010-07-07T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:56:54.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its all coming back to me now!!!!! (thank you Celine Dion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So for the past few days I have taken on a major assignment... organizing the thousands of photos in our house and putting them into albums. Challenge? Yes!!!! A definite Yes!!!! Even trying to figure out how old I am in the pictures is hard enough let alone ages of my  4 other siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been so comical coming across hilarious photos of everyone in the family... mostly funny pics of my dad, he's quite the hysterical being. Categorizing holidays is just a plain nightmare! Especially since I was an Angel for about 3 Halloweens in a row and Katherine was a bee for (count em) 4 years straight! The missing teeth in photos are my only clue to age! I just love this photo, especially since I am still friends with Angel #1 in the photo! Shout out to Whitney Simons! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDTj89YBk2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/NzGl80YYoBE/s1600/sc02c7192502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDTj89YBk2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/NzGl80YYoBE/s320/sc02c7192502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491264482078462818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I may have taken on more than I can handle but don't fear mom, I will eventually finish this project! And clean up the basement which is now covered in thousands of photos!!!! Literally the whole floor is my own photo archeological site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-208526742358763853?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/208526742358763853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=208526742358763853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/208526742358763853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/208526742358763853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TDTj89YBk2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/NzGl80YYoBE/s72-c/sc02c7192502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5979905550727994950</id><published>2010-07-01T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:14:28.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Organic Schmore-ganic No More!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was always riding the train that said why do people pay so much for organic food? It isn't that much different and costs leaps and bounds more than regular food... but lets just say that after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TCyzfsH1XnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ISZwtRoDWSk/s320/master-your-metabolism-the-3-diet-secrets-to-naturally-balancing-your-hormones-for-a-hot-and-healthy-body-0307450732-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488959402859126386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading this book and a whole heap of health blogs..... I may be making some dramatic changes about what I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yep, thats right! I am actually going to give up all my fake foods... and I sure do eat plenty of them. Sugar Free Jam, Sugar Free Syrup, White Splenda, Brown Splenda, Low Fat Peanut Butter, Low Fat but sugary yogurts, Artificial Butter Spray, fat free mayo, 45 calorie bread and various other health hazardous food. It had never occurred to me that these "free foods" were actually playing tricks on my metabolism fooling it into thinking it didn't have to do any work because the food was covered in so many harmful and disguised chemicals that my body naturally can't recognize.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have become addicted to reading food labels now and trying to pronounce all the ridiculous names of chemicals listed in the ingredients... It cannot be healthy to eat such processed foods and sadly that is all children do eat today. Blue Box Mac and Cheese (which don't get me wrong is sadly delicious) with all its artificial coloring and taste ( powered cheese isn't natural right?) I don't even want to begin to research what is in hot dogs, or the lacking nutrition of breaded frozen chicken nuggets. I don't think that it is any mystery why our society is so so so unhealthy;  I really believe that a big part of this comes from processed foods and what foods we teach our children to love. So I'm about to go on this low processed journey and see how it feels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Three pieces of advice that I pulled from this book are to stay away from processed meats, artificial coloring, and harmful plastics. Some of the absolute worst preservatives are found in processed and prepackaged deli meats, hotdogs, and diet hamburgers; they are extremely harmful and raise cancer risks by 42%!!!!!!! And also avoid artificial colored products, artificial coloring has also been linked to skyrocketing 5 kinds of cancer!!!! How to avoid it? Choose color- free medications for your kids and also choose popsicles made with real fruit as opposed to rainbow freezy pops. Also did you know that even nalgene bottles contain harmful plastics? I had to throw 3 of mine away after looking on the bottom to see that they were the harmful kind!!! So look at the bottom of your water bottle and if it has #3,6, or 7 throw it out!!! Jillian also says that you should hand wash your plastic water bottles just to be safe and if they ever get a cloudy appearance replace it!!!!!  Thank you Jillian for changing yet another person's life! Oh.... and Happy Canada Day to one and all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-5979905550727994950?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5979905550727994950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5979905550727994950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5979905550727994950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5979905550727994950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/organic-schmore-ganic-no-more-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TCyzfsH1XnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ISZwtRoDWSk/s72-c/master-your-metabolism-the-3-diet-secrets-to-naturally-balancing-your-hormones-for-a-hot-and-healthy-body-0307450732-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7374241328174342863</id><published>2010-06-21T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:21:20.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TB8Capy6cbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JLzo18GrUSw/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TB8Capy6cbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JLzo18GrUSw/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485105528079806898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is right about how I feel right now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STRESS. It is something that I do not handle well, as witnessed by my parents this evening. I think they now know the cause of my heart palpitations that sent me to the ER this fall. I don't like stressful situations and I HATE confrontations. Both of which I was forced to face this evening. I wanted something so badly earlier this spring, and once I got it... it turned out to not be what I expected in the slightest. I don't like letting people down, which is the hardest thing for me to get over, but I know that I will be much happier in the end. I wonder if I will be able to get any sleep at all over this whole situation... and it doesn't help that my first day of classes start at an entirely new school tomorrow! ahhh first day jitters....but looking at that cat above makes a lot of things better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7374241328174342863?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7374241328174342863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7374241328174342863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7374241328174342863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7374241328174342863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-right-about-how-i-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TB8Capy6cbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JLzo18GrUSw/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6452782180487424026</id><published>2010-06-11T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:15:49.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May 2010......best month ever&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty much the month of May was perty darn exciting. Israel, Orlando, Canada, and now I am currently in Idaho. Wowee!!!! A traveler's dream! I haven't blogged in so long because I really hate loading pictures from my camera to my computer... simple task I know but somehow it is one of the most painful tasks for this Miss Abigail Wheatley. That... and the feeling of  filing my nails.... ugh the thought repulses. So while pics may be limited at the moment maybe I'll be a good sport and upload some later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing can be said though is that Israel was AMAZING! 10 days of straight up church lecturing wasn't as bad as it sounds. And I loved the fresh food... all I ate was fresh fruit and eggplant---- literally! I practically turned into a vegetarian which quickly changed as soon as I went to Canada where I ate more meat than I have in this entire year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I will try to stay on subject. After Israel I was off to Disney to pick up my hours and get my new ID! Mission accomplished... 46 work hours later and a heap of hilarious guest stories and I have my Disney benefits for one more year... so the question is anyone want to go to Disneyland for free? Thats all I'll be doing until the end of the year, making trips until all my passes expire. I forgot how hilarious working in a theme park is- people say the craziest things to me. Alright I can't help myself I have to reveal some tiny hints as to what these stories relate to.... restraining orders and the police, house parties at University of Wisconsin 40 years ago,  being called a babysitter, and a father thanking me for a bag of garbage. Please ask and I will tell all. Shout out to Beth, Shaun, Michael, and Liz for making this trip so magical.... ha ha Oh and to Ridiculously good looking Charles from Montreal at the Canada pavilion...mmmm mmmmm  good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the real Canada! For the record, now even after my trip, my urge and yearning to live in Canada is greater than ever. I was overwhelmed with its maple goodness and am already dying to return. Canadian flags were everywhere!!!!! Even in the McDonald's arch and IHOP O! I stayed with my good friend Ainsley and her family and my friend Leah from Pittsburgh also came for a little reunion. Ice skating, lobster fest, getting caught in the rain, laying by the pool, bonfiring it up,  and eating more meat than I could possibly imagine made for a great stay. And for all the Wheatley's out there guess what Ainsley's next door neighbor's name was? ...... drumroll please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smulchtz family!!!!!! And on this note I shall end this post... I know I promised to post some pics back at the start of this literary rant... but sorry... I'm just this lazy... Get one of these to chase me and maybe I'll do it.... Come to think of it a dinosaur would make the best personal trainer ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TBMKfPo3weI/AAAAAAAAAWo/G9_c1g2SiRo/s200/tumblr_krffts1vxm1qzdhiko1_500_large_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481736703330206178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6452782180487424026?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6452782180487424026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6452782180487424026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6452782180487424026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6452782180487424026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TBMKfPo3weI/AAAAAAAAAWo/G9_c1g2SiRo/s72-c/tumblr_krffts1vxm1qzdhiko1_500_large_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7036731215476686995</id><published>2010-05-07T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:16:53.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boutiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a frugal person by nature, however I visited well over 20 boutiques this week and found myself wanting items that were far out of my reach. Boutiques are known to inflate and overcharge for items, however this is sometimes worthwhile just to achieve the "experience" of high end retail. Naturally I was drawn to the kitchen section of this one boutique. Do you see all those multi colored colanders? I couldn't resist! I've already placed an order on overstock where they are much cheaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T62HFNTZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oD46TiP3TrY/s1600/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T62HFNTZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oD46TiP3TrY/s200/P1000243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468771655055396242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How else do I spend my time in these boutiques but taking pointless pictures that I will most likely never use except for in this blog post, pictures such as beautiful bedrooms I wish I could've had as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T61twztFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4yvfwyIbFAY/s1600/P1000240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T61twztFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4yvfwyIbFAY/s200/P1000240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468771648258946130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable baby rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T61NRa5HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/SOEiklf6U_w/s1600/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T61NRa5HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/SOEiklf6U_w/s200/P1000239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468771639537362034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the Shangrilah of latte bowls. I found my beloved latte bowls at anthropologie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....... ah......... I'm so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T60XxgjnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MoW4d1CqTTg/s1600/P1000155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T60XxgjnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MoW4d1CqTTg/s200/P1000155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468771625176436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7036731215476686995?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7036731215476686995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7036731215476686995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7036731215476686995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7036731215476686995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/boutiques-i-am-frugal-person-by-nature.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S-T62HFNTZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oD46TiP3TrY/s72-c/P1000243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1876099338845647322</id><published>2010-04-27T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:22:01.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Inappropriate Man Crushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Stamos- 47- Sold from even the good ole mullet days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9hrEkRbtXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/d5C7u_sIYTk/s200/John+Stamos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235874014541170" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Lauer-53- As a Today show addict I can't get enough of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9hrFM90kLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-TwD2m1SqLo/s200/Matt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235884938137778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Dean- RIP- Tis is shame as he was probably the most attractive man that ever lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9hrEeRWwYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mu9O87erqgs/s200/Dean1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235872403603842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom Brokaw- 70- He's a handsome devil that has aged better than any man alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9hrD42OLPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ufhXPncCmzA/s200/brokaw-tom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235862357683442" /&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/6657249587144938991-1876099338845647322?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1876099338845647322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1876099338845647322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1876099338845647322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1876099338845647322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-inappropriate-man-crushes-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9hrEkRbtXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/d5C7u_sIYTk/s72-c/John+Stamos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5678178185553564824</id><published>2010-04-23T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:42:12.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember doing this as a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9KByVlIGOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/C1PcQjxFRjI/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463571999740139746" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always purposely wanted to miss this day of school; the worst one of the entire year. It terrified me to death - watching terrible videos of bus accidents, having the bus driver slam on the brakes while we screamed BRACE YOURSELF! Then the jumping out the back... I might as well been jumping off the empire state building. This poor girl's knees are headed straight for the asphalt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-5678178185553564824?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5678178185553564824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5678178185553564824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5678178185553564824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5678178185553564824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-remember-doing-this-as-child-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S9KByVlIGOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/C1PcQjxFRjI/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6320847339087402005</id><published>2010-04-18T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:45:02.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things about me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of lately I'm addicted to blogging. Seems the only thing that enjoys listening to me is my trusty electronic device.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like grapefruit, wasabi, horseradish, or milk, otherwise... I'll eat just about anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I daydream more than what is mentally healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch The Today Show every morning, even if for only 5 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I've ever gone a day without eating breakfast... its a must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only one person I confide in... lets call her Katherine S. no, make that K. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could look at the ocean for hours... beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still watch episodes of Arthur on TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is always a song in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having long talks with people, one of my favorite things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ALWAYS the last person to fall asleep, in any situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love beautiful cinematography- The Painted Veil- gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being embarrassed, which happens all too often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when people play with my hair. LOVE IT&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to waste money, I think out all my purchases throughly even at the grocery store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a grandma and love staying in on the weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oatmeal, fruits, veggies, and peanut butter are my food groups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Europe is my impossible dream and it seems it will never happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch Barney's Christmas every year, think thats weird? Its not, its awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know more showtunes than Michael Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate raunchy humor; classless dirtbag comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I detest common and nonchalant swearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You whistle around Abby? next question.. Do you have a death wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I don't conform, nor do I plan to. I'm a nerd. I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6320847339087402005?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6320847339087402005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6320847339087402005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6320847339087402005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6320847339087402005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-things-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8212698905530238467</id><published>2010-04-15T12:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:17:46.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peanut Butter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ode to Peanut Butter&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love peanut butter. You can pretty much eat peanut butter with anything. Oreos, vanilla yogurt, granola, honey, oatmeal, crackers, bread, celery, marshmallow fluff, jam, any kind of chocolate, apples, bananas, or my favorite method straight off the spoon. I've tried nearly every kind of peanut butter and have found my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7t6YGCJyAI/AAAAAAAAATs/P3WQLFy2zIk/s200/peanut+butter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457089927844579330" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been known to collect jars of peanut butter from people as they move out... ok so I only did this once... but I ended up with 8 jars of peanut butter, therefore that makes me pretty legit! Skippy Super Crunch is my favorite, Skippy Natural is quite good too. However I do not like the kinds you have to keep in your fridge... nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Co brand intrigues me. I've been dying to get my hands on this mighty maple flavour but can't find it anywhere. They have other crazy flavors too like... The Bee's Knees, Dark Chocolate Dreams, White Chocolate Wonderful, and Cinnomon Raisin Swirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8212698905530238467?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8212698905530238467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8212698905530238467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8212698905530238467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8212698905530238467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7t6YGCJyAI/AAAAAAAAATs/P3WQLFy2zIk/s72-c/peanut+butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2805545005083366778</id><published>2010-04-12T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:20:31.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoe Me Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have many theries about life but my shoe theory is one of my favorites! I believe that if you were to walk around all day only looking at peoples feet you would find that attractive footwear=attractive person. A good dresser is a wonderful thing that is much appreciated and if you have good taste in shoes then the rest of your look will naturally be put together as well.&lt;/div&gt;I'm not saying that I've always had good taste in shoes... everyone makes mistakes right? The basis of the philosophy is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to walk around BYU's campus and looking at guy's feet before looking at thier face. I've become pretty good at finding a shoe and stereotyping the face and personality that goes along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example... a guy wearing running shoes is most likely wearing simple jeans with a logo sweatshirt, "running" shoes have thier name for a reason, come on now. However, these are probably the nicest and smartest guys on campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy wearing vans is most likely wearing a plaid shirt or polo paired with a well fitted jean; don't forget the square framed glasses. Sometimes artsy sometimes not, they usually have quite good hair...he's got style, he knows it, but unfortunately thats not a desirable duo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy wearing rectangular long dress shoes is likely to be wearing snug Beatles pants with a preppy sweater or a nice business shirt with a dashing belt. He also doesn't use a back pack, a shoulder bag is more suited to fashion needs. These guys, while they may be overdressed--- I hate to admit... look real fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy wearing tivas or chacos is a back to nature, tanned arm and leg, rock climbing, guy who most likely has an awesomely technical backpack and an even more high tech water bottle; and from previous experience- these people are really high energy and fun to be friends with. So don't be hate'n on the tivas. Ya hear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who wear neon high top nike dunks usually have very bold personalities and are ballers. You know, they've developed thier own strut and are all thug-like with thier hoodie shading thier brow and one hand in their pant pocket. I secretly aspire to be like that... which is why my good friend Liz took about 100 pics of me trying to be thug- unfortunately as you can see below...it didn't work out. I guess I'll stick with my mary janes, pearls, and apron which I'm perfectly content with.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S8PYC9PEmII/AAAAAAAAAUk/n4IVjXjh1QM/s320/P1000034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459444718612289666" /&gt;Take the shoe philosophy for a test drive sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2805545005083366778?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2805545005083366778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2805545005083366778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2805545005083366778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2805545005083366778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/shoe-me-life-i-have-many-theries-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S8PYC9PEmII/AAAAAAAAAUk/n4IVjXjh1QM/s72-c/P1000034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6047094099456370667</id><published>2010-04-09T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:19:11.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have...eh.. how you say? - not been myself. Skipped three classes. Did no homework. Watched movies every night of the week instead of writing my 2 eight page papers. Didn't go running... at all. Can you say I lack motivation? At least I'm responsible &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to make it to work. However I did do some math today and discovered I only have one more fall and winter semester to trudge through until I graduate next spring! Can you believe it? Done with school forever? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; for that! Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6047094099456370667?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6047094099456370667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6047094099456370667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6047094099456370667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6047094099456370667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/finals-this-week-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4545584575486434291</id><published>2010-04-06T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:22:22.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tEQR2J9lI/AAAAAAAAATU/D_Vh-LhOm9M/s1600/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tEQR2J9lI/AAAAAAAAATU/D_Vh-LhOm9M/s200/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457030419948631634" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tEQR2J9lI/AAAAAAAAATU/D_Vh-LhOm9M/s1600/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Guilty Pleasure #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its no secret that I'm obsessed with food, therefore its no surprise that #4 is my love of buffets. I am the buffet champion. Literally. I've had many eating competitions and I always come out on top. If the buffet had bread pudding... well then you better be prepared to witness something amazing. I've frequented the Rio and Bellagio in Las Vegas, The Chuck and its sticky buns of coarse,  The Roof, Golden Corral (FYI worst buffet ever.. will not be going back), Crystal Palace, 1900 Park Fare, Cicis, Pizza Pie Cafe, Biergarten, The All American Never Ending Pie Buffet, not to mention two cruises and 6 trips to Boma, and Trails End thrice. You would think that with this eating record I'd weigh 300 lbs. Which is why I'm going to claim my fame on Biggest Loser 2020! The picture above is bread pudding from Crystal Palace... it is adequate but no where near the majesty of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tGIyHprdI/AAAAAAAAATc/6YgVbFz0FWs/s200/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457032490196250066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOMA's bread pudding with chocolate rum sauce. The picture on left is just me counting my plates on one of my MANY trips to Boma, I think I made seven food plates before moving onto dessert. Boma is always a 2 hour dining experience... at least! I am going back to florida in May and already have my reservation to eat at this most wondrous of buffets. Because I eat so much food people used to ask me where I put it all, as really... I can out eat anyone. Anyone who denies that, I will challenge you... Anyhow the food has started to slowly find its way to my thighs and abdomen but no worries... I think that Shaun T's Insanity will fix this problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tKQM7IMlI/AAAAAAAAATk/B4bk7xhp8dg/s320/CIMG0829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457037015697076818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time Bon Appetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4545584575486434291?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4545584575486434291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4545584575486434291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4545584575486434291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4545584575486434291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/guilty-pleasure-4-its-no-secret-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7tEQR2J9lI/AAAAAAAAATU/D_Vh-LhOm9M/s72-c/DSC01687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4793602553155058648</id><published>2010-04-01T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:23:10.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shaun T.... Your the Man.... No.... You're just INSANE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've already posted today but I'm indulging! Library Time was a whim post... I really wanted to blog about Insanity! For those who don't know, it is a workout DVD. It is the hardest thing I've ever done. It put me into an unhealthy medically indused state last night. I lied in bed for close to an hour feeling as though I was either going to pass out or throw up... mind you this is three hours after I completed the workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally decided it would be a good idea to eat something.... which cured me! I discovered I had used to much engery I had made myself sick! Holy Smokes... Shaun T you're a killer! If I actually stick to the 60 day program... I will definitely be ripped. I just need to be able to do a push-up first. Wha wha wha... way to go Debby Downer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7TnD6feuvI/AAAAAAAAATE/Jhm8-GM8bb0/s400/bowls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455239103079430898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I wanted to share my love for these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am truly convinced that eating out of these bowls makes food taste so much better. They make me strive to make my food look pretty too. My roommate has some bowls like this and I try to use them as often as I can. I will be sad when I move out because then I will have to buy some of my own to keep me happy. They are the best bowls for oatmeal, soup, veggies, ahh.... everything tastes better in them. Yummo! I have often said that I would only get married at a young age just so that I could register for my very own kitchen supplies sooner... Kitchen aid ( Red or Yellow can't decide... its like picking favorite children), my own food processor, these bistro bowls, oh boy I may have to hit up a Willams Sonoma sooner than I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4793602553155058648?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4793602553155058648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4793602553155058648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4793602553155058648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4793602553155058648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/such-difference-i-know-ive-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7TnD6feuvI/AAAAAAAAATE/Jhm8-GM8bb0/s72-c/bowls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2721800208588572242</id><published>2010-04-01T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:23:44.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library Time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's Library Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Meant to be sung to the tune of "Its Business Time") Its Libraaary.... Its Library Tii- ime!  Like I've mentioned before, the fifth floor is purely a social club. I've kept my distance from this awful place for about two weeks now, today was my first return. Mistake? Affirmative. As I sat down at an empty table I was soon en-swarmed by three males... all friends.. all really noisy = highly disruptive and annoying. Not five minutes ago they proceeded to steal a girls cell phone off another table while she was in the bathroom and hid it in the ceiling. When she returned they proceeded to call her number numerous times while it was buzzing and her annoying ringtone kept going off through the ceiling. This continued for a solid five minutes until she finally discovered where it was coming from.  I know it sounds like April Fools, but this is only typical for 5th realm. They really are that annoying.... until next library moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2721800208588572242?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2721800208588572242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2721800208588572242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2721800208588572242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2721800208588572242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-library-time-meant-to-be-sung-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3881370533781283678</id><published>2010-03-26T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:24:23.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilty Pleasure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Can you say Guilty Pleasure? Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided that every so often I will post a guilty pleasure... things that although I may be embarrassed about, are the essence of my being. And as this is the first post I shall indulge by revealing three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilty Pleasure # 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Singing at the top of my lungs. Ever since I was about 14 I've enjoyed singing at the top of my lungs while I was alone in the house. I've been caught singing many times and have been truely embarrassed. I love to sing.. but don't let others hear me. I am actually better about it now, ever since American Idol... but thats another story. Now since I don't have an empty house to sing in.. the only place to sing is my car. I am the girl you see singing with all her might alone in her car as she's headed down the freeway... to what? You guessed it... Taylor Swift. I'm actually somewhat of a Taylor Swift hater as she previously stole my main Jonas Brother, yet I have to admit... her songs are great for pity parties to spill your tears on your steering wheel to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilty Pleasure # 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jo Bros. I can't help it. I don't know why, but the Jonas Brothers ensnared me with their Christian charm around two years ago. I was convinced I would see them while at Disney, but alas I was disappointed. Is it their music? no not so much... they really aren't good. Is it their voices? no--------Nick has the most winey voice on planet earth. Because they've been to the year 3000? no.  Their hair? He-----ck No. I can't explain it, but one of my most prized possessions is my JB metal lunch box. Don't judge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7EZWed5cjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u_yHpYqwGLY/s200/the-j-bros-the-jonas-brothers-758475_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454168497648661042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them even when they look like this.... It is something that can't be justified so I won't even try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilty Pleasure #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Reality TV. You name it I've watched it. Period. American Idol, Big Brother, Survivor, The Amazing Race, Biggest Loser, The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Dancing with the Stars, America's Best Dance Crew, So You Think You Can Dance, Beauty and the Geek, Keeping Up With the Kardashians... I could even go on but I figure I have already made myself appear as quite the dweeb so I'll put my marathon list at its finish.     &lt;/div&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/6657249587144938991-3881370533781283678?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3881370533781283678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3881370533781283678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3881370533781283678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3881370533781283678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-say-guilty-pleasure-holla-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S7EZWed5cjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u_yHpYqwGLY/s72-c/the-j-bros-the-jonas-brothers-758475_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-9059968420521376751</id><published>2010-03-21T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:59:25.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate uncertainty, I hate fear, I hate stress, I hate waiting, I hate confusion, I hate mis-judgement, I hate age,  I hate lies, and I hate deceit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all things that made last week one of the gloomiest and strangest I've had in quite some time. I can't even explain why I felt exactly the way I did, but one thing was my saving grace... my family and my home. Its been true when since I was little... when you get hurt, if someone kisses it better, puts a band-aid on, and tells you it will get better, it will. Home is healing. I took a much needed mini vacation last Wednesday to a lovely resort on Timoney Road AKA the Wheatley Residence. Provo is a vacuum and anyone who judges Utah by that machine of a town has another thing coming. It feels so good to get out of that con-finery and breath.  Everything that made last Tuesday the worst day I've had in a long time was miraculously fixed by Wednesday... I think St. Patrick worked some magic for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love home, I love parents, I love cupcakes, I love running, I love Great Harvest, I love fabric, I love sisters, I love good friends, I love movies, I love the gospel, but most importantly... I love Costco ( hee hee... If you don't think that is funny than you obviously don't know me well enough)&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/6657249587144938991-9059968420521376751?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9059968420521376751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=9059968420521376751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9059968420521376751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/9059968420521376751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-day-i-hate-uncertainty-i-hate-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4996918420125230425</id><published>2010-03-16T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:25:48.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rex Lee Run 10K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I ran in my very first race this saturday and I am quite content with the results. It was challenging, I'm not going to lie. Especially since I have been running every morning inside on the tredmill instead of outside...its just not warm enough yet! And this was also the longest distance I've run in a while since I hurt my knee skiing...but a doctors visit, two x-rays later, and 800mg of Ibprofen I am good as new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Results:  I finished 58/146 in my age division and 286/535 overall. Which means I'm pretty average I guess. However I am quite proud of my time- 6.2 miles in 49:47 minutes which averages to about 8.2 mph. Most likely a personal best from me so I am rejoicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait to do another race... and I am weighing my options as to which one I will do next. I really want to do the Utah Valley 1/2 marathon on June 12- it starts in Vivian Park and ends at Provo Towne Center Mall. Could you ask for a better race? With The Sweet Tooth Fairy as my end location you know I'm going to run fast! This makes getting up before 6:30 am every morning and hauling it to the gym in the bitter cold for the past three months worth every lost minute of shuteye.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4996918420125230425?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4996918420125230425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4996918420125230425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4996918420125230425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4996918420125230425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/rex-lee-run-10k-so-i-ran-in-my-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6057652382016921704</id><published>2010-03-14T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:47:51.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I've been doing a lot of introspective thinking. I'm notorious for always having having some new idea practically every month of what I want to do with my life... BYU Hawaii, Art History Study Abroad, London Study Abroad, Canada, Disney, Flight Attending- all ideas that have circulated in my head over the past year. But I have come to the conclusion of what I want to do...Culinary School.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may have a slight obsession with baking as I stock food blogs every waking moment, read cookbooks like novels (over and over again), wander around Borders and Barnes and Noble in the cooking section, and fantasize about sweets 24/7. I was discussing with a friend at work what vocation I would be happy with doing for the rest of my life..... the only thing that I could think of that would make me truly happy was cooking. I don't have too many other natural talents to my name so I guess you've got to work with what you've got right? And you can't exactly make a career out of quilting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've already inquired into some schools and now they won't leave me alone! I haven't yet decided whether to focus on culinary or patisserie- I already know how to bake desserts well enough and I'd love to learn more, yet I also could use the knowledge when cooking actual meals. I'm not looking for anything fancy, but that meets this criteria.... cheep, warm location, somewhat close to Utah. I discovered that living across the country doesn't award you many visitors. California, Oregon, Washington, or VANCOUVER would suffice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as for now my life plan is as follows... Conquer BYU, master the culinary arts, bask in the light of my Disney benefits, and become Giada! Yes... this is me in approximately three-four years... hmm I look pretty happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S53AaIXC9cI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7EWk6LOm_Z8/s1600-h/giada_delaurentiis180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S53AaIXC9cI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7EWk6LOm_Z8/s200/giada_delaurentiis180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722679341446594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6057652382016921704?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6057652382016921704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6057652382016921704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6057652382016921704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6057652382016921704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreamland-lately-ive-been-doing-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S53AaIXC9cI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7EWk6LOm_Z8/s72-c/giada_delaurentiis180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7320274319899571482</id><published>2010-03-10T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:03:28.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that's what I call FaSHioN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5iGUSO8oLI/AAAAAAAAARs/qe97v9Ba4mE/s1600-h/Angel+Wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5iGUSO8oLI/AAAAAAAAARs/qe97v9Ba4mE/s400/Angel+Wings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447251432354652338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just I photo I snapped as an Angel flew down onto the treadmill in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7320274319899571482?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7320274319899571482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7320274319899571482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7320274319899571482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7320274319899571482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-thats-what-i-call-fashion-just-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5iGUSO8oLI/AAAAAAAAARs/qe97v9Ba4mE/s72-c/Angel+Wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3000161718820912149</id><published>2010-03-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:27:15.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run For a Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news that my sister had cancer, standing in a Princess Store in the middle of the Magic Kingdom... needless to say even Disney could not make this moment a happy one.  My sister Ang is so strong and is such an inspiration to me. Pulling through a painful operation, eating a sodium free diet for weeks! Rabbit Food... yuck!  Starting a successful business and caring for two toddlers through it all, oh and one gentleman named Vince too... hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am running in honor of  Ang this saturday the the Rex Lee 10K run where all proceeds go to cancer research. I love you sis! As Beyonce (the greatest artist of all time!!!) would say... You're a survivor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5b-IyiSFNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SPifkTTIONs/s1600-h/Ang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5b-IyiSFNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SPifkTTIONs/s400/Ang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446820226309166290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3000161718820912149?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3000161718820912149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3000161718820912149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3000161718820912149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3000161718820912149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-for-cause-i-remember-exactly-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5b-IyiSFNI/AAAAAAAAARc/SPifkTTIONs/s72-c/Ang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3219276185822684069</id><published>2010-03-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:48:14.295-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5BEVMgSIDI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_J9TK8Fkx4/s1600-h/Maple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444927080415502386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5BEVMgSIDI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_J9TK8Fkx4/s400/Maple.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I constantly browse food blogs and was put into shock when I discovered this treasure... one of the most delicious looking pictures I've ever seen. Maple Cupcakes.... Send me to Canada with these and I'll be in heaven. These will most likely be made and taste tested this weekend... they better taste as good as they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3219276185822684069?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3219276185822684069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3219276185822684069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3219276185822684069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3219276185822684069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-constantly-browse-food-blogs-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S5BEVMgSIDI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_J9TK8Fkx4/s72-c/Maple.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3643788633877398285</id><published>2010-02-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:29:06.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library Time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Its Library Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4gnaUM6LaI/AAAAAAAAARE/nD7uzbQeqEI/s1600-h/images.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4gnaUM6LaI/AAAAAAAAARE/nD7uzbQeqEI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643482730180002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love life... and I'm pretty sure that life loves me because the hilarious things always choose to happen to me. This beautiful red sweatshirt is identical to the one I am wearing right now. I love it! So simple... reminds me of the 90s...Barney's Christmas....no hood to get in the way..... extremely comfortable. I thought I was the only one who wore these anymore but APPARANTLY NOT as a boy just walked into the library wearing this exact same red sweatshirt as the one I am wearing right now. I literally laughed out loud as I saw him...I don't know which is worse, that I was wearing the same thing as this guy or that this guy was wearing the same thing as a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On a new topic... I was thinking about how much I love free samples and thought they they needed to be highlighted on my blog! I love Costco more than some mothers love their children. I'm there at least twice a week. Doing what you might ask? Filling my car with inexpensive gas, buying my weekly dosage of fruit and veggies, ( which can I say that I've started buying mangos and am simply addicted to them... I've already eaten two today... so sue me), scoping out the newest clothing selections, and of coarse SAMPLING!!!!! I love free samples. I lived off of them for eight months while I was in Florida. I am the Queen of free food... If something is free I most likely know about it. Just this week I ate at Tucanos with a free coupon, that is what I call a good deal! I really think that with all my visits combined I have nearly sampled almost every product at Costco... Does Sam's Club have samples... if so I need to hit that up too. I don't abuse the system, samples are there for the customers and if I make the effort to go than I deserve a sample. Free lunch at Costco the Abby way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-3643788633877398285?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3643788633877398285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3643788633877398285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3643788633877398285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3643788633877398285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-library-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4gnaUM6LaI/AAAAAAAAARE/nD7uzbQeqEI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4551992251585569957</id><published>2010-02-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:10:40.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4RDvl0Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OGfSfOkh4gE/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441548734655022962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4RDvl0Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OGfSfOkh4gE/s320/thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Free Pancake Day at IHOP! I will be at work for the next six hours, and I have nothing to eat. My poor little stomach is rumbling like Mt. Vesuvius. I feel like Sabrina in the episode when she's addicted to pancakes... great episode by the way. This photo is the only thing quenching my unbearable hunger. My IHOP run this evening hopefully will not dissapoint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4551992251585569957?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4551992251585569957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4551992251585569957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4551992251585569957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4551992251585569957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4RDvl0Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OGfSfOkh4gE/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1175732470700561835</id><published>2010-02-21T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:30:18.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pictures as Requested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5v3AOUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GPp-sTMU_J8/s1600-h/P1000096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5v3AOUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GPp-sTMU_J8/s320/P1000096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904425454326306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here are just a few of the cupcakes I made for the dessert party my roomies and I threw on Valentines Day... Yum! Good thing for lent I decided to give up sweets... again.........36 days to go&lt;div&gt;Don't worry I'm allowing myself one cheat day, and technically Sundays aren't even counted in the countdown to Easter so really its 42 days left... I'd say that allows for a cheat day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5vdgT9uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2wema8TX1Gs/s1600-h/P1000088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5vdgT9uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2wema8TX1Gs/s320/P1000088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904418609592034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Disneyland the first week in February and look who came back with me! That is one yummy sandwich I'm glad to be in the middle of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5uqqwlZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QGACQZHGulY/s1600-h/P1000057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5uqqwlZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QGACQZHGulY/s320/P1000057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904404963202450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found these Jack Skelington gloves in a store and couldn't believe how freakishly creepy they were... so naturally I had to put them on and do a little dance then post it on here for widespread pleasure and enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5uFKT5cI/AAAAAAAAAQc/V41Qio_fb5U/s1600-h/P1000074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5uFKT5cI/AAAAAAAAAQc/V41Qio_fb5U/s320/P1000074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904394894992834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monte Cristos and mint julips at the Blue Bayou.....sigh..... can life taste any better? This is me pretending it was my birthday to get a free dessert. Oh... my parents should probably be concerned at the extent I'll go to in order to receive free things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1175732470700561835?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1175732470700561835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1175732470700561835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1175732470700561835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1175732470700561835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-as-requested-so-here-are-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S4H5v3AOUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GPp-sTMU_J8/s72-c/P1000096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7670274081113583376</id><published>2010-02-18T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:31:11.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoutout to Johnny Weir!!!!!!!//////////// Johny Queer!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3255GLowvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8qTrzLaAPA/s1600-h/Weir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439708315496530674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3255GLowvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8qTrzLaAPA/s320/Weir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a long (most likely unhealthy) relationship with competition figure skating, and the Olympics is certainly the time of year when it is at its peak. Johnny Weir is not to be missed representing the good ole USA. If you missed his performance on Tuesday evening tis shame....  quite the hilariously dramatic display complete with hot pink flare, shifty eye gestures, and he even blew kisses as a cherry on top. I'm pulling for Evan Lysacek tonight however, Sorry Johnny but I'm not sure America is ready to see that sass on a Wheaties box quite yet. And Plushanko.....honestly? How are you STILL able to compete in another Olypmics!!!!!???? If you win gold.... I can't even think about it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a lighter note, I could not be happier because for the next two weeks my most favoritist things in all the world combine! Canada, Olympics, Figure Skating, Matt Laurer, maple,  the today show...can life get any better?  Its a real big problem actually as I don't leave my apartment because I will miss one of the many competitions I'm dying to see. I think I may be among the few who can resite the Olympic Oath who is not an Olympian.... I take great pride in that. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently been asking people if they'll disown me if when I move to Canada to gain my Canadian citizenship... the answers I received..... yes. I'd ask these individuals to please reconcider. Canada can't help it that she is just THAT awesome. Happy Olympic Watching!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7670274081113583376?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7670274081113583376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7670274081113583376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7670274081113583376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7670274081113583376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoutout-to-johnny-weir-johny-queer-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3255GLowvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8qTrzLaAPA/s72-c/Weir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5297035410051784763</id><published>2010-02-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:32:35.371-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sesame Street Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3HHHw5fHWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B8D6Jpkknt4/s1600-h/ernie_bert_dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436345161411927394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3HHHw5fHWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B8D6Jpkknt4/s320/ernie_bert_dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't quite know how this happened, but as I was standing at work (not 10 minutes ago) I suddenly realized... What am I wearing? I litterally look like I belong on Sesame Street today. I have my Ernie shoes on (that always make me feel like a cartoon character), bright play dough colors, and a bow in my hair to top it off. It's quite commical I'll admit... but the worst part is I'll be stuck in my Sesame get up for the rest of the day.... so to all the folks who'll see... I hope you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6657249587144938991-5297035410051784763?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5297035410051784763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5297035410051784763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5297035410051784763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5297035410051784763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/sesame-street-blues-i-dont-quite-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/S3HHHw5fHWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B8D6Jpkknt4/s72-c/ernie_bert_dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5701758509403975764</id><published>2010-02-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:33:18.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" ;font-family:courier new;font-size:16px;"&gt;Time for an Awkward Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Out to BYU!!! A university like none other.... Awkward BYU shoutout awarded to guy in the wilk praying over his taco and in the square dancing in tight white pants to "shake your groove thing" In case anyone wants to witness this for themselves he is out there on Tuesdays or Thursdays at 1pm!!! Way to go white spandex boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my life isn't already a conglomerate of awkward situations, I experienced a truly blog worthy encounter last night. So as of late my life hasn't been anything but hectic...(except for the two hours I wasted yesterday watching a two hour true hollywood story of the entire full house cast, which I actually considered to be quite educational)... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running from one class to a review for my marketing class yesterday and I was late walking in so I conveniently slipped into a seat on the back row as I have anxiety about walking down stairs in front of large groups of people. I sat down and asked the random guy next me a random question about what the TA just said. It was merely a "question seeking an answer" type of question... I think he mistook it as a "hey i want to get to know you so I'm going to ask you a question to start conversation... type of question. Needless to say for the rest of the review he continued to talk to me and tell me stories about things I didn't care to hear at all...I came to review for the test not have creepy older guys pick up on me... And to sum it all up he awkwardly and out of nowhere asks for my number and if he could take me out sometime...&lt;br /&gt;Many problems with this senario&lt;br /&gt;  #1. Anyone who asks you out after two minutes of talking to you is mearly only attracted to you superficially...I CLEARLY I'm not attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;  #2. I did not give any signs of interest toward this person... In fact I was quite rude. I believe when he asked for my number I said "ummmmmmmm...... sure"&lt;br /&gt;  #3. He has no idea of what kind of person I am, I could be one of those people who wander around campus and the HFAC singing opera and showtunes.&lt;br /&gt;  #4. He surely made it a point to get my first and last name...information I deeply regret giving out.&lt;br /&gt;  #5. He quite creeplily somehow found where I was in class this morning and decided to sit next to me, as I sat cringing and avoiding eye contact the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;  #6. The best part of this is that I don't remember his name or really what he even looks like at this point... maybe that can work to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants to be my boyfriend in Marketing at 8 am on tuesdays and thursdays or knows any good body gaurds to protect me from my new stalker... I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-5701758509403975764?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5701758509403975764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5701758509403975764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5701758509403975764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5701758509403975764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-for-awkward-moment-shout-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5361314197505909429</id><published>2010-01-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:34:07.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library Time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;An Interesting Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is really no other place on earth like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;.... how can I emphasize this... (WARNING!!!! This blog post will be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt; as I am in one of those moods!!!) So currently I am sitting in the library. Libraries are supposed to be quiet are they not? No... not here on the fifth floor where the students have about as much interest in their studies as they do in helping the homeless or disabled; which = none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be writing an essay that is due tomorrow but this post just could not wait.  I am currently seated next to some of the most obnoxious persons that the library may have ever come in contact with.... lets just call them Sweet Bro and Sweet Girl, because that is exactly what they are. I know anyone who reads this blog already knows the infamous definition of a guy who can coin the name "Sweet Bro" but "Sweet Girl" is a new term, and something that I really can't fully express my frustration with. Sweet Girls wear designer jeans...ALWAYS...Sweet Girls are from California... Sweet Girls wear odd fashions that they think are in style but really.... are they? Sweet Girls only wear brand names.... Sweet Girls talk with Valley Girl accents....Sweet Girls try to fake a Bohemian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; back style of dress but you know that "Sweet Girl" took at least an hour and a half to get ready in the morning and will change her outfit approximately three time throughout the day just for good measure. Most of the "Sweet Bros" and "Sweet Girls" live at Alpine Village. The two characters sitting next to me fit these exact descriptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Bro at my table is currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chonking&lt;/span&gt; on his fresh stick of minty gum like a 10 yr old little girl would, and has been continuing to brag for the past hour about how Kristen Bell came to his cabin in Park City this weekend. The "Sweet Girls" at the table continue to ask him about it and are receiving texts from friends saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe you met Kristen Bell!!!!!" He is presently showing one of the girls a pic of Kristen Bell he has on his phone with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look around the room I notice that the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor of the library is filled with this stereo type of people because people at every table are talking "loudly" to one another. The fifth floor is literally like a club. Everyone walks in and already knows each other. "sup bro?" "hey man!" "love you long time" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;duuuuddddddeeee&lt;/span&gt;" are just the common phrases that I simply refuse to hear anymore!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would readily venture elsewhere but it wouldn't be the first time I've gotten lost in the library! I must say I feel much better venting.... hold that thought... just as I wrote that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; cell phone went off... I don't think I even need to mention what the ring tone was... If you can think of the most annoying song in the world it will probably fit the bill. I really need to find a new place to study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-5361314197505909429?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5361314197505909429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5361314197505909429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5361314197505909429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5361314197505909429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/interesting-place-there-is-really-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-680992527786314780</id><published>2010-01-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:35:03.583-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BaCk iN tHe SwinG of ThIngS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of a new year means the beginning of a new semester. I don't do well with change and its alot to handle right now... new apartment, new roommates, new ward, new classes, training for a half marathon, living on an opposite side of provo.... it will take some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much change that I have become very spaztic and forgetful.... for example I only discovered last night that I have no toothpaste at my own apartment.... definitly an essential i would think... and also my new apartment doesn't have any paper towels or napkins (which i need to buy but haven't found the time) which would have come in handy in many situtations yesterday.... like when i was unpacking and realized that my bottle of maple syrup had opened and drenched everything in the same bag as it with maple goodness, or when our garbage dropped gross green goop all over the floor (it honestly looked like toxic hazardass waist), or when my oatmeal overflowed in the micro wave this morning! Has anyone ever had that happen? It drives me crazy when it overflows!!!! ah..... I have never realized how gratefull I am for paper towels.... two gold stars for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far classes have proved to be commical as well. Wanna know what class requires 8 text books, a 10-15 page paper and three tests?....... History of Tourism!!!!!! Come on, that is supposed to be a sleeper class right? New Testement is actually going to be good I can already tell. My professor lived in Jerusalem for five years and he's already talked alot about the sights and history so I'll probably learn alot about it before I go to Israel in May! My Leisure in Comtemporary Society class is just as it sounds... a real bore, its two and a half hours and all we did was watch youtube videos.... easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that my new apartment has a beach theme... pictures of paridise and the ocean everywhere!!!!! It makes it even harder to to live in this slurpy!!! (Anyone who has seen Meet the Deedles will appreciate that comment) I was already in warm sunny florida this time last year.... I was not made for snow and cold weather...period  The only thing I am looking forward to throughout the remainder of this awful winter is the olympics!!!!! Too bad my dreams of becoming a professional figure skater were crushed over the break as witnessed by my family... so uh hey mom and dad how about those private lessons I've been asking for since I was six. Lesson #1 learn how to stand up on ice with skates on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-680992527786314780?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/680992527786314780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=680992527786314780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/680992527786314780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/680992527786314780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-swing-of-things-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2623861409139267700</id><published>2009-12-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:35:44.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to the Mundane....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess finals made my life a little hectic this week... (a little is a grave understatement) I guess I learned this semester that you can't slack off for three months and try to learn everything in a week.... the end result is not rewarding or enjoyable to say the least... its so unlike me to procrastinate and not care about grades, but I can't explain a lot of a lot of my behavior lately... for example.... For about the past two weeks I have had ipod dance parties by myself in my room... (depressing? strange? what the?... these are all valid questions) my last dance escapade lasted until 2 am. Don't even ask me how that happened!!!!!! I really think I am going insane. I also can't explain why I've been feeling sympathy lately towards our apartment building's ferrel cat AND when ever anyone says anything I seem to turn it into a thats what she said..... Ahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that Christmas Break is here I am back to the same old same old. No more tests, no work, and hopefully no more late night dance parties!!!! I wonder if my roommates wonder what all the ruckus is in my room? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2623861409139267700?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2623861409139267700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2623861409139267700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2623861409139267700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2623861409139267700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2401842921606238875</id><published>2009-11-05T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:38:22.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What's going on here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I don't know what is wrong with me... for three weeks I've been having quickened heartbeats and for the past two days I haven't been able to breath or take deep breaths. Yesterday I went to the ER, if you know me you know I don't do hospitals, until 24 hours ago I never had to have my blood taken. It wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be so I guess that's a plus. But after being in a germ infested hospital for three hours they said they couldn't find anything wrong with me... yet I still feel horrible like a huge textbook is on my chest preventing me from breathing. Today in my living prophets class I couldn't even make it through the opening hymn I was so out of breath. Every time I watch the news someone new has died from swine flu, while I don't have the flu bug I somehow feel that I am next... :( I am freaking myself out... It may be anxiety attacks but I don't have anything to be anxious about and this anxiety attack is lasting almost a whopping 48 hours!!!! All you doctors who are reading this please diagnose me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2401842921606238875?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2401842921606238875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2401842921606238875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2401842921606238875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2401842921606238875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-going-on-here-i-dont-know-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5905386305880461596</id><published>2009-10-25T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:38:50.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Post Disney Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh..... I am so sad all time. I miss my life at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; so much it is even quite painful to talk about it write now. And it doesn't help that every time I am on face book people ask me when they can see me again and when I am coming back to visit, when I am not going back. :( Utah is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt; boring.... yes I said it. Everything costs $. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;. The only people who will know what I am talking about are the people who did the program too. No matter how much I tell people about Florida no one will ever understand how great it was except those who were there with me. I miss getting into the parks for free! I miss always having new people to hang out with (not a luxury here i might add)! I miss getting to tell people what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mormons&lt;/span&gt; are all about and explain our church to them! I miss getting to wear my 1900s plaid skirt! I miss rude guests who have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt;! I miss hiding out and goofing around in the stock rooms! I miss getting paid $7.21 an hour! I miss working 54 hrs a week! I miss the humidity! I miss the wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; cookies? I miss having church at a hotel with the world's largest python slide! If someone reads this and would like to console me it would be much appreciated!!!!! ha ha As it is much needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-5905386305880461596?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5905386305880461596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5905386305880461596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5905386305880461596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5905386305880461596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-disney-depression-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-485730607920692954</id><published>2009-09-13T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:39:32.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Feral Cats, Overalls, and Whistlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Sq2oNOt8cBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vXYVroDhl1g/s320/11369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381142075020177426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why is it that every apartment complex I've lived in has been infested with feral cats? I have always been afraid of cats (this isn't a joke). Ever since i saw my cousin get nearly scratched to death by my grandma's scary cat... things just haven't been the same. These cats like to sleep under the stairwells and in the parking garages of every complex I've lived in and scare the living daylights out of me. Yet what puzzles me the most is who is the girl who leaves out the open cans of cat food by the stairwell to lure the cats even closer! College students barely have enough food to feed themselves let alone wild felines! Ugh... on to my next item of business. This week a very strange thing happened while on BYU campus... I saw two, yes two, grown men wearing overalls in the same day. A rare sight, I felt like a was missing out on something...I still haven't figured it out yet. Now onto my last item... Anyone who knows me knows that I do not do well with people who whistle to themselves in public. Lets just say alot of people (oddly enough it's always guys) find it enjoyable to whistle to themselves as they walk around campus in between classes. This week the one that really caught my attention was the tune of the disney classic The Bare Necessities. Why do these people think that everyone wants to listen to their whistling. You'd think they'd get the idea to stop when everyone walking around them stops to scope out who the noise maker is. The only time whistling should be aloud is during the Andy Griffith's Show theme song, and only when done with heart. Maybe if that were whistled on campus, I'd be ok with it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-485730607920692954?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/485730607920692954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=485730607920692954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/485730607920692954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/485730607920692954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/09/feral-cats-overalls-and-whistlers-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Sq2oNOt8cBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vXYVroDhl1g/s72-c/11369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6978453269210097299</id><published>2009-09-03T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:39:59.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;So I'm Back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hmph... back to the same old same old mundane life of Abby. Needless to say, I want to go back. :( I miss it too much. While I did absolutely dread going into work everyday (ahem 6 days a week, ya that's right) There were too many things to love about it. Like these hilarious things guests would say to me... (these are from actual real encounters... I'm not making this up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Are you the nurse?" ( What the?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Will this fit my 3 yr. old back home?" (how should I know aren't you their mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" If that fell on his head it would've been a LAWSUIT!!!" (Said very bitterly and angrily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Do you work here?" (I'd honestly get asked this about twice everyday... do you think I'm &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;wearing this 1900's get up for nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Woman! Woman! Woman! How much this cost?" (This was said by a foreign little boy &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;around the age of eight... yes I was highly offended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Where's that green guy...Oh....what's his name... Shreck!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've also been asked where's Bugs Bunny, Ruggrats, Daffy Duck, Teletubies, Clifford, pretty much any Looney Toons or Nickilodian character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My personal favorite though has to be when anyone would see my name tag, which says Brigham Young University. Many things would happen after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Most common response: "Brigham Young Eh?" (As they'd eye me down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Pretty Common: "Ah, that's a good school, good sports program." or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;" There are lots of people here at Disney from &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;    Brigham Young." or " your a long ways from home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Least Common: Only happened once... and is probably one of my most &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;      hilarious experiences ever. " Ah, so you're mormon ... so &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;      isn't this like your usual get up?" Oh what I wish I could've &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;      said to these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Other hilarious encounters include...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hen a member of the RLDS church stopped me and started giving me a history of his church, uh, a little uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just finished ringing up a middle aged woman and her elderly mother, handed them their receipt, was putting the money in the till when I looked up to find the middle aged woman dumping out all the merchandise I just put into the bag so the elderly woman could um... how you say... get sick in it. Ha ha all in front of me. To make this night even better not even 5 min. after that someone fell right outside the door and split their head open, I had to go get the help, and about 3 mugs shattered with 15 min of all of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh and then there's the night that someone decided to poop in our store. Oh yes, not a child (we've had many a child not able to control their bladder) this was a grown middle aged woman.  Took a squat during the evening parade... and who had to place and remove caution signs around it... round of applause for me. Oh did I mention that custodial didn't show up for hmm TWENTY MINUTES to clean it up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then there are the embarrassing moments such as breaking a guest's mug as you are wrapping it for them, so you have to go get another... that's not too bad though.  What about this one... saying to a little kid "hey how ya doin there goofy" only this little boy isn't wearing a goofy hat he's wearing a pluto hat. So to fix my little blunder I awkwardly say "ohh, that's Pluto, not Goofy" followed by one of those awkward laughs that fades out. The boy only stared back. Oh, and then there's the time that a lady came in and was looking for the ariel dress... I was pretty positive, no make that positive, that we did not have it. She kept on saying are you sure, and I told her about 4 times that we don't carry it. Well wouldn't you know five min. later I see her holding an ariel dress across the room! Guess I don't know everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6978453269210097299?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6978453269210097299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6978453269210097299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6978453269210097299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6978453269210097299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5000926987222658893</id><published>2009-07-13T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:40:55.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;O Canada!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPhdh5bTI/AAAAAAAAANg/vbSqyEkv4Ok/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPhdh5bTI/AAAAAAAAANg/vbSqyEkv4Ok/s320/DSC02347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963617968418098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So recently I have developed a new found love for Canada. Maybe because the Canada film at Epcot is completely awesome, maybe because I have made some Canadian friends here, or maybe it is because it is gorgeous and I want to visit there like none other! Either way my Canadian friend Ainsley and I spent Canada day at the Canada pavillion at Epcot which meant for an awesome day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPhu61YtI/AAAAAAAAANo/2oK1RS-lxbo/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPhu61YtI/AAAAAAAAANo/2oK1RS-lxbo/s320/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963622636413650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the Canadian version of M&amp;amp;Ms only a million times better. The only way to describe them is that their taste is similar to sixlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPiDUECxI/AAAAAAAAANw/mt0kgsK_Eno/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPiDUECxI/AAAAAAAAANw/mt0kgsK_Eno/s320/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963628110940946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainsley on the job at the Canada pavilion! They have the cutest costume... one of the best. On Canada Day the pavilion was throwing a party for it's cast members so Ainsley went back and got some food and brought it out so we could enjoy it together. This is what she came back with... Poutine ( a Canadian favorite which is basically cheese fries with gravy on top), a bag of chips, lemonade, tootsie pops, a mickey ice cream bar, and a free disney Canada pin. This may not excite anyone else but me but compared to what I got on the 4th of July from the emporium, ah hem........ nothing, this seems like the Taj Mahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So since I was working at the Emporium on the fourth I somewhat celebrated on the third. I somehow gave my shift away for friday and was able to see the 4th of July firework show that they did for two nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPiUzn2uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tXkN_7ZUxDM/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPiUzn2uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tXkN_7ZUxDM/s320/DSC02371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963632806714082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went with Ainsley and here was our spot to watch them, from the polynesian beach. which was the perfect choice. They were so amazing. Fireworks were going off from the magic kingdom, the lake, pretty much everywhere. I tried uploading a video but it wouldn't work. Then afterwards we went to the Grand Floridian and did one of my favorite things, smores! Which reminds me, I watched The Sandlot the other day and forgot how hilarious that movie is. The great Bambino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPivtnhAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EHYju2pLfw0/s1600-h/DSC02386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPivtnhAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EHYju2pLfw0/s320/DSC02386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963640029283330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways....they were showing the incredibles that night so we watched a little bit but we discovered that we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes so we left! I ended up with about 15 mosquito bites on my feet which made for a week of uncomfortable itching but hey, it was worth it. &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/6657249587144938991-5000926987222658893?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5000926987222658893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5000926987222658893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5000926987222658893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5000926987222658893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-canada-so-recently-i-have-developed.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SltPhdh5bTI/AAAAAAAAANg/vbSqyEkv4Ok/s72-c/DSC02347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-6576517740974565694</id><published>2009-06-30T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:41:19.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6h0uPNGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dMCrG6GJPpE/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6h0uPNGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dMCrG6GJPpE/s320/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353225828590105698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Aren't birthdays the greatest!!!! Well.... I think most everyone knows how I feel about birthdays, but at least this one practically perfect in every way! It started out at 12 am with a late run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;, which led to these fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funfetti&lt;/span&gt; cookies above, which if you haven't tried they are pretty much the best cookie ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6iFnY82I/AAAAAAAAANA/8_T_ozt8v7I/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6iFnY82I/AAAAAAAAANA/8_T_ozt8v7I/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353225833124787042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then some wonderful roommates of mine made me a very special breakfast!! French Toast! Complete with warm syrup, bananas, strawberries, and cool whip!!! Everything should be served with cool whip!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6iVp0BkI/AAAAAAAAANI/inrb6QJcZOI/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6iVp0BkI/AAAAAAAAANI/inrb6QJcZOI/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353225837429917250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with any birthday, the Cheesecake factory was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incorperated&lt;/span&gt; for lunch!!!! Yummy, my favorite restaurant. Then later Liz and I went to see Illuminations, the firework show at Epcot which surprisingly even though I have been here for 6 and a half months I hadn't seen yet!!! Amazing!! Then we went to see the Proposal. I think I built that movie up way to much in my head because I did not enjoy it that much! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how I feel about most every movie I see lately. Then it was time for Birthday Cake and Ice cream!!! This is the before picture.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6imcJHyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xtqD_v9qoWY/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6imcJHyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xtqD_v9qoWY/s320/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353225841935982370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the after picture!!!!! Wow food coloring can do some crazy things!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6i_aeK9I/AAAAAAAAANY/I_YBqP5iwJM/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6i_aeK9I/AAAAAAAAANY/I_YBqP5iwJM/s320/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353225848639859666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, thanks to everyone who contributed to my birthday day of fun!!!! Thanks guys you are awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-6576517740974565694?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6576517740974565694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=6576517740974565694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6576517740974565694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/6576517740974565694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-yay-arent-birthdays-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/Skp6h0uPNGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dMCrG6GJPpE/s72-c/DSC02151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1962320716836568503</id><published>2009-06-01T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:41:45.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP4zjWFb0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/m1YhESt2H9w/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP4zIZ9XSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/USRJJWUKDLA/s1600-h/4419_101777564257_512134257_2697278_6568127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ShWTpRbhmZI/AAAAAAAAALY/u4YYiRLgzjA/s1600-h/DSC07655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ShWTpRbhmZI/AAAAAAAAALY/u4YYiRLgzjA/s320/DSC07655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338335270580361618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been a long time coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I seem to never have time to post on my blog, it is all to time consuming and I can never figure out the layout of my posts, but I made an effort this time because too many exciting things have happened. The family visited at the end of April and beginning of May, which was awesome. They got to experience the craziness of Disney! If they thought they were tired from their trip... Welcome to my everyday schedule and life. On the go 24/7. Then Chelsea and I left on our Disney Cruise!!! We have been so excited to go, and eat yummy food. And we did just that! We ate all and whatever we wanted and when we wanted it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ShWWjr4oR9I/AAAAAAAAALg/uePeFCSzn5U/s320/DSC07645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338338473137424338" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have been on one Carnival Cruise previously and now this Disney Cruise. Let me tell you... Disney wins all the way!!! They had three amazing shows and I mean broadway  quality no lie. The ship has a movie theater, places to meet all of your favorite Disney Character, adult only areas, 3 pools, 4 different clubs/lounges, tons of fun activities, a movie screen above the swimming pool, and a kid center. It rained for two of the days on our cruise one of them being the day we went to Castaway Cay which was supposed to be our beach day but it was still fun. We watched some movies in the theater, Earth and the first 5 min. of the Hannah Montana movie which we just couldn't handle anymore of! Just let it be known that disney knows how to make a good panini. They had this onion pesto panini which we indulged in every day along with all of our other food. Disney is also introducing two new ships in 2010, so I hopefully will be cruising again! Well as long as I still get my awesome Disney discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP2ibrdZCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/58_ILZghgtQ/s1600-h/DSC07855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP2ibrdZCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/58_ILZghgtQ/s320/DSC07855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384654397563938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out!!! It's Pirate Mickey coming across the ship on a zip line to save us from the evil Captain Hook! How awesome is this. They even did fireworks off the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP2iHXoHlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1dK3fmEzJ3s/s320/DSC07611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384648945671762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Chelsea in our snorkel best for out Catamaran sail and snorkel while in Nassau! We also made a trip to the straw market, you know what that entails... I now have a new purse! Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP4zIZ9XSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/USRJJWUKDLA/s320/4419_101777564257_512134257_2697278_6568127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387140304919842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So a lot of the other College Program employees I worked with have gone home because their programs ended, this isn't even half of the ones who left, so they let us go out one night at work after hours to take pictures. I will miss you guys!  Don't we look smashing though!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SiP4zjWFb0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/m1YhESt2H9w/s320/DSC01886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387147536428866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Insider!!!! Whoever is reading this blog will get to see something that no other guest at Disney gets to see. You might ask what does she speak of? Just look at it, a PERFECT plush Mickey Wall. I hope that next time you go into any store with your children you will take into consideration to put things back that your child touches. For example if your mischievous child were to come to this Mickey wall and swipe an entire row of Mickey and Minnie onto the floor ( something I have witnessed) you could stop and at least try to help put them back, instead of saying oh someone will clean it up! As mom would say, "it's job security". Ugh! that statement makes me so outraged its even hard for me to talk about right now&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And now for two hilarious stories from work. Guests are very demanding, this we know. They save their money for years and years to come and visit us, so naturally when they come they expect the best and when they don't get it, they get mad!!! So I have dealt with many a mad guest in a bad mood, but these are more funny and frightening instances. So I was stalking plush and an older Indian couple approaches me. They had very thick Indian accents. Here's how the conversation went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guests: "Do you have a picture of Niagara Falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me:( thinking in my head did they really just say Niagara Falls) "Niagara Falls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guests: " Yes Niagara Falls. We want a picture of Niagara Falls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: " I'm sorry, we don't have any pictures of Niagara Falls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guests: (They give me nothing but a blank stare back, looking at me as if I were an &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;idiot, so i ask again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: "The Niagara Falls in Canada?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guests: (In unison) Yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: No I am sorry we don't have any photos of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The guests gave me another blank stare looking at me as if I had no clue of what I was talking about. They must have had no clue where they were in the U.S. I then proceeded to the back room and told this story to just about everyone, who in turn thought it was pretty hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Story #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I was stocking Ladies Clothing one day and I was standing in the middle of the Ladies section sizing the racks when another Indian woman approaches me with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Woman: "Where are your woman's T shirts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: (Thinking in my head.. Hello lady you are standing in the middle of the ladies section! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are T shirts everywhere around you! But we get asked strange obvious &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;questions all the time so I answer politely) " Well, you are actually in the middle of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;our Ladies Clothing room where all the Ladies T shirts can be found."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Woman: ( take note she practically screamed these next words at me) "IM FROM &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;BOSTON! I CAN'T WEAR TANG TOPS I NEED A T SHIRT!" ( I am still very &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;confused because the rack I was straightening was a row of T shirts not tang tops, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but she obviously had something different in mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: "Ok, well we do have some collared polo shirts over here." Showing her a nearby shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Woman: She just lifts her hand in the air and walks away mumbling under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You may ask why was this story even funny? The shear fact that she yelled at me IM FROM BOSTON! as if I am supposed to know what that means almost made me burst into laughter right then on stage. Oh the things people say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Story #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know I said I only had two stories but I just remember a good one. The other day I was on register and I saw a family walk through the store, a very INTERESTING family. They were quite frightening actually. The husband was very tall but only maybe 110 lbs. He wore an oversize white cotton turtle neck( you know what I'm talking about what we wore in the 90s) with the neck pulled up over his nose( for some strange reason who knows why). He had long blonde scraggly hair with an oversize hat, skinny long legs, and it appeared as if he were walking on stilts. I was standing there with my friend and he agreed it was the scariest thing he'd ever seen. The man looked like a mix of Robin Hood in the Disney version when he disguises himself as a bird at the bow and arrow event and the crazy chainsaw man from looney toons How I spent my Summer Vacation. If you know what these two things look like then you know just how scary this man was. So then they send me to baby care later on that night, when I got over there my friend Alison was there too. As she was about to leave she said be careful there was the scariest family in here earlier. No lie 10 seconds later the scary man from before pokes his head in the room and then walks the TV room in Baby Care. Alison whispered that's the family! Then she bolted to save herself, leaving me very frightened and all alone! Don't worry I was fine. I wish I could've taken a picture of them though! Quite the sight to be seen!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1962320716836568503?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1962320716836568503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1962320716836568503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1962320716836568503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1962320716836568503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time-coming-so-i-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ShWTpRbhmZI/AAAAAAAAALY/u4YYiRLgzjA/s72-c/DSC07655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1357934146385083983</id><published>2009-03-20T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:42:03.534-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All In One Week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSDJL0mySI/AAAAAAAAAKE/riN-MwCzU2I/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSDJL0mySI/AAAAAAAAAKE/riN-MwCzU2I/s320/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315517654019524898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alright, so let's begin with last saturday. Here is a picture of me at the Hoedown!!! That's right, I am practicing cracking the whip! WaPshh! After the hoedown, which had amazing barbeque food, amazing, I had quite an adventure, riding on an airboat and catching alligators was included!!! It was awesome. Here is us on the airboat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSEVHIyd4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RQPeXqyA3CU/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSEVHIyd4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RQPeXqyA3CU/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315518958432057218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And here is something that was on the airboat with us !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSFErT__QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MQHhbT0KfoA/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSFErT__QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MQHhbT0KfoA/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315519775596608770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was all very exciting!!! I have touched a wild alligator, the biggest one we saw was 6 ft, but they say that the biggest ones seen in this area can be 12 ft. Holy Cow. It was amazing! For St. Patrick's Day my roomies and I and some friends made a green breakfast and then headed of to Magic Kingdom all decked out for St. Patricks Day! We were a sight to be seen in green, and also thank you mom for the socks you sent us, they were utilized to their fullest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSGdIQzJBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5VbFj8TzSJQ/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSGdIQzJBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5VbFj8TzSJQ/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315521295196300306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then me and chelsea got to go wake boarding for a day and we also got to try some deep fried southern gator!!! It really was good, but what isn't good that is deep fried. I have never eaten so much fried food in my life as I did at this place, but hey even though it made me sick later, it was worth it to say that I have eaten fried gator and catfish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSHisQh-SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W4qRpqXJs4w/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSHisQh-SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W4qRpqXJs4w/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315522490269825314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And tonight we went to the beach of the Grand Floridian resort and roasted smores, if you bring your own mallows and crackers, it is free fun. Plus they show a movie every night right there on the beach with a campfire for free!!! They were yummy smores, then after the smores when we all smelt like smoke and campfire, we decided hey why not go to the Single Adults Dance they were having that night, I mean who doesn't like a girl who smells like the great outdoors eh? So we danced the night away. Wow, now doesn't that sound like a good week or what? By the way, check out my mallow? I mean it is practically perfect in every way, but hey that is how I roll, why else would my blog's name be merry bobbins, well until next time!  As Kip would say Peace Out!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSI33itd2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/XT26C_EbrtI/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSI33itd2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/XT26C_EbrtI/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315523953587746658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1357934146385083983?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1357934146385083983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1357934146385083983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1357934146385083983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1357934146385083983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-in-one-week-alright-so-lets-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/ScSDJL0mySI/AAAAAAAAAKE/riN-MwCzU2I/s72-c/DSC01351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8903526783559366241</id><published>2009-03-13T06:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:42:22.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SbpSDBD1CcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1t8uFCU_hRg/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SbpSDBD1CcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1t8uFCU_hRg/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648922214500802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I Wish I Never Had To Leave This Magical Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ha Ha, I think only Wheatley's will know what song my blog title is from. I love it here in Florida and am having a blast, it is so hard for me to blog because I just don't have the time, that and the fact that I get very frustrated when I try uploading pictures and they don't turn out how I want them. April is coming and that only means three things... Easter, current BYU students will leave and new ones will arrive, and my family is coming to visit!!! I can't wait. I visited the beach for the first time here in Florida two days ago. We went to Cocoa Beach. It was nice and the weather was perfect! Epcot is getting ready for the Flower and Garden festival which will continue into May, in the picture above are some of the gorgeous flowers that are just starting to bloom. Work is still work, and very hard and extremely stressful. The hours are late and long, I usually end up coming home at two in the morning but in the end I think it will all be worth it! Here I am with some of my friends! Ha Ha, how cool is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SbpUabzYbqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D9JzQDYhEuA/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SbpUabzYbqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D9JzQDYhEuA/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312651523553521314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Family don't worry, the itinerary is constantly being updated, I now can tell everyone what attractions are actually worth riding and waiting for at Walt Disney World. I can't wait to see Josh and Savannah experience the rides and shows. I have decided that the shows are the best thing at Disney. Philhar Magic, Fantasmic, Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast, The Lion King, and Finding Nemo are all amazing! And the weather is finally starting to get warm and act like Florida weather. Hooray.  Family I can't wait for you to come and experience all of the fun I have been enjoying! See ya soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-8903526783559366241?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8903526783559366241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8903526783559366241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8903526783559366241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8903526783559366241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-never-had-to-leave-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SbpSDBD1CcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1t8uFCU_hRg/s72-c/DSC01316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3953566276260285675</id><published>2009-02-03T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:42:40.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhe0CTQtwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/z25ZejFr2ek/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhe0CTQtwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/z25ZejFr2ek/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298589209665255170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Tinker Bell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do can see that little fairy in the picture just to the left? Well if you can you are looking at my new roommate Tinker Bell! Or as we call her Chelsea. She is moving into the spare bed in our apartment! I love the new Tinker Bell movie it is so so cute, for those of you who have not watched it yet, it is a good one! Meeting the fairies here at Disney World requires you to wait in a 75 min. line, but not for us. We got special celebrity treatment and were taken straight into Pixie Hollow. It is so cute in there. And Tink, aka Chelsea, did an amazing job as well. It seems to rain here on all of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhgZk5dJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zrAert-T90s/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhgZk5dJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zrAert-T90s/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298590954119047106" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;my days off, but it didn't get me down yesterday. My friend Jenica and I still braved the rain and went to Hollywood Studios, where I discovered they have a really good chicken curry bowl! Yum. Then we spent the rest of the evening warm in our apartment. Jenica has a TV so we watched The Little Mermaid and then Aladdin, two great classics! There are so many fun things to do here, there is so much I still haven't done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, here is a picture of me being soaking wet! This wasn't yesterday this is what happened on my way to the outlet malls! It sure does know how to rain here. I can't wait until I have some visitors to share all of this Disney joy with! The Itinerary is still constantly being updated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhiX3b2aiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mWVo4sLoVRI/s1600-h/n1534980069_30195963_4069.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhiX3b2aiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mWVo4sLoVRI/s320/n1534980069_30195963_4069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298593123758664226" style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/6657249587144938991-3953566276260285675?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3953566276260285675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3953566276260285675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3953566276260285675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3953566276260285675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/02/tinker-bell-so-do-can-see-that-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYhe0CTQtwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/z25ZejFr2ek/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-7327622282213743625</id><published>2009-01-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:43:14.484-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMQefaq40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/owdffZgAmC4/s320/n756948823_2002539_9779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297095702733316930" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything here in Florida is great! And the weather is finally starting to warm up. Today is my one day off where I thought I was going to have a chance to lay out by the pool and of course, it rained and was cloudy. Oh well, today has also been the longest amount of time I have spent in my apartment during the day, a whole 4 hours! Yeah! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes it is a major accomplishment. Ever since I arrived everything has been go go go. But that is a good thing. Work is fun and I get to interact with some fun and not so fun guests. I feel though that after this experience in retail, I could work in any store in America!!! I have seen it all. Yesterday a man was shoving trading pins by the hundreds into his bag and left the store before security could get there, that was a sad story. Anyways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMTY6hUlcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B9_lVf8u7XU/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMTY6hUlcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B9_lVf8u7XU/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297098905464640962" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have still been compliling&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;some lists and itineraries of the must sees of Disney World. I can now say that so far the Tiki Room, The Country Bears, Stitches Adventure, Buzz Lightyear, and various other rides can be skipped. Also I have been tempted by all of the good food here at Disney! And oh boy is there a lot of it. When you are surrounded 24/7 by tourists who are constantly eating junk food, ice cream, cotton candy, and popcorn, you start to want to eat that 24/7 too!!! I think I have already put on 5 lbs. If not more! Yes those are the glorious Disney Land cookies and they can be found just about everywhere in the park! Are they trying to kill me!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok so to prove my point this might sound a little confusing but, I just wrote that first half of the blog yesterday, now it is Friday morning. Let me show you what I did last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMUrBJcSAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yXgLZNTOxkI/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMUrBJcSAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yXgLZNTOxkI/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100315992803330" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes I did partake of this huge monster. 8 scoops of ice cream, a whole can of whipped cream, cherries, strawberries, pineapple, caramels and peanut and fudge, snickers, brownies and Oreos, all combined into one huge and massive Sundae called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;“The Kitchen Sink”!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Don’t worry we split it between the six of us. It was delicious though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Life here is pretty dang good, I can tell you one thing, it is going to be really boring when I come home and there is nothing to do on the weekends but go to a movie at Jordan Commons or something. Ha ha, the old life! I have made so many new friends here from all over the world, literally! It's awesome I always meet someone new everyday. Well I best be going, the gym calls, especially after what I ate last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-7327622282213743625?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7327622282213743625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=7327622282213743625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7327622282213743625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/7327622282213743625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/01/supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SYMQefaq40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/owdffZgAmC4/s72-c/n756948823_2002539_9779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-3575111496926814416</id><published>2009-01-17T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:43:46.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Updates!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SXIY0yIAbWI/AAAAAAAAACs/E9DTa3JSlI4/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SXIY0yIAbWI/AAAAAAAAACs/E9DTa3JSlI4/s200/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292319807201373538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All is well on the Disney home front. I had my first day on the job without a trainer yesterday and I didn't do too bad. By the way, this sweatshirt I am wearing is my pride and joy. It was a children's sweatshirt but I just bought the biggest size. It is so cute, and comes in very handy since the weather here in Florida has been really really cold. Burr!!! Last night I waited 40 min. for a bus home from work in the freezing cold and had to stand the whole 30 min. ride home on the bus! Lets just say I am just like my mother and blow dried myself for a good 1/2 hour when I got to my apartment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SXIaqMbWiII/AAAAAAAAAC0/zMB16yNXv5c/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SXIaqMbWiII/AAAAAAAAAC0/zMB16yNXv5c/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321824306530434" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I finally found Mary Poppins! There is a face character audition this Wednesday and I am debating about going, but I also have to work in the later afternoon so it is still up in the air. I have been to all the parks now and can't decide which one is my favorite. They are all very exciting and completely different. The world showcase, yummy food, and soarin at Epcot, the Safari at Animal Kingdom, Philhar Magic at Magic Kingdom, and Tower of Terror at Hollywood Studios. There are must sees in every park, so for those of you coming out to visit, be prepared for a Danny Tanner style itinerary of fun!!! I should have everything down pat by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I had the fish and chips at Epcot once again in England and may I say they are the best fish and chips in the world. So, so, so good. You can expect to see that on the itinerary!&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/6657249587144938991-3575111496926814416?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3575111496926814416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=3575111496926814416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3575111496926814416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/3575111496926814416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-all-is-well-on-disney-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SXIY0yIAbWI/AAAAAAAAACs/E9DTa3JSlI4/s72-c/DSC01013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4306413574975381606</id><published>2009-01-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:43:59.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SWdT2IKCFnI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YOjY_AW5pg/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SWdT2IKCFnI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YOjY_AW5pg/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289288476737541746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's Put On A Show!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok!!! So I am here in Florida! I am sorry but I haven't had time to breathe let alone post pictures on this blog. In just about five minutes I head off to my first day of training working in the Emporium on Main Street USA, in this costume mind you. I am very excited! It is the busiest and largest store however on any Disney property so it is going to be insane. Wish me luck, and have a magical day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4306413574975381606?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4306413574975381606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4306413574975381606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4306413574975381606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4306413574975381606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-put-on-show-ok-so-i-am-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SWdT2IKCFnI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YOjY_AW5pg/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-1062627500861055174</id><published>2008-11-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:44:22.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;Disney On Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SR20-FXZXlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ng3I3N7nLuk/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SR20-FXZXlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ng3I3N7nLuk/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268566117778546258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy oh boy! This past Wednesday the whole Wheatley clan, with the exception of Ang and Vince (we missed you guys), had the privilege to attend Disney on Ice. I had been once before, when Liz was in high school I tagged along with her and her friends, but I don't know, this Disney on Ice seemed so much more magical than I had remembered. Maybe it was because I was sitting in the audience thinking soon I will always been surrounded by Disney joy! I think I enjoyed the show more than anyone else in the entire building, no lie.  To put it in the words of my father, he leaned over to me during the show and said, "Abby, it can't get any better for you, ice skating, dancing, and Disney!" He could not have been more correct. My family all knows my weird obsession with professional ice skating but I only like it so much because I know I could never do it myself. Maybe someday I will get over this obsession, if the leotards, corny music, gruesome falls, and highly feminine men don't get to me soon, then there is most likely a serious problem that needs to be paid attention to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SR235ymLwII/AAAAAAAAACU/t9ihI5cO7Ac/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SR235ymLwII/AAAAAAAAACU/t9ihI5cO7Ac/s320/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268569342555701378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-1062627500861055174?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1062627500861055174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=1062627500861055174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1062627500861055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/1062627500861055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-on-ice-oh-boy-oh-boy-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SR20-FXZXlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ng3I3N7nLuk/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2380457411546586015</id><published>2008-10-27T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:44:48.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SQYexiCzz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/rglnOVLH3k8/s1600-h/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SQYexiCzz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/rglnOVLH3k8/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261927050930016130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our annual Wheatley halloween costume party this Saturday.  I had to be minnie of coarse. And mom went over the top as usual. But do you want to know something I don't appreciate, people who sing Disney songs on BYU campus. What makes them think that they can sing out loud while walking on campus? I am currently listening to some girl singing Beauty and Beast and Jacob and Son's from the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. These people need to stop with their unwanted public singing, seriously, it is so weird. Only at BYU. I don't care if it is Disney. Please stop singing!!!!! Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2380457411546586015?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2380457411546586015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2380457411546586015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2380457411546586015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2380457411546586015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-we-had-our-annual-wheatley.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SQYexiCzz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/rglnOVLH3k8/s72-c/IMG_2752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-54924662075291647</id><published>2008-10-20T10:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:45:19.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPyvMfd6EJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YwBXdCKSFj4/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPyvMfd6EJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YwBXdCKSFj4/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259271094002126994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we drove to Rigby to visit the newest addition to the Wheatley clan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brookelle Abby Byram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so precious! I couldn't stop holding her. I guess with the name Abby we have a special bond. Wink! Wink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is adorable. This new addition sizes up the Alan Wheatley family to a whopping 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her locks. She has more hair than any baby I have ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-54924662075291647?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/54924662075291647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=54924662075291647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/54924662075291647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/54924662075291647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-brooke-this-weekend-we-drove-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPyvMfd6EJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YwBXdCKSFj4/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-8978762418584528616</id><published>2008-10-14T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:45:55.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Going To Disney!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPWBUrcYTVI/AAAAAAAAABs/i9sc2LAu8wM/s1600-h/walt-disney-world.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPWBUrcYTVI/AAAAAAAAABs/i9sc2LAu8wM/s320/walt-disney-world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257250332284046674" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going to Disney World!!! My letter came today, much sooner than I expected. My dad had to read it to me over the phone to tell me the good news since the letter was shipped to my house. I will be working in merchandise and I am really excited about it. I will leave sometime in January, so Christmas could not come any sooner this year. I am so happy words cannot describe. Me &amp;amp; Whitney celebrated with some delectable sherbet, honestly I think it was the best sherbet I have ever had and not just due to the disney joy!!! Let the countdown begin. Oh and as for the picture above, they are just some of my best disney pals extending a welcome to me!!! Or at least that is what I believe they are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6657249587144938991-8978762418584528616?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8978762418584528616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=8978762418584528616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8978762418584528616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/8978762418584528616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-to-disney-i-am-going-to-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SPWBUrcYTVI/AAAAAAAAABs/i9sc2LAu8wM/s72-c/walt-disney-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-4984032809799897721</id><published>2008-10-07T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:46:15.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disney Fever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SOu2MkKUXTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zlb0OLf36Ho/s1600-h/Abby%27s+pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SOu2MkKUXTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zlb0OLf36Ho/s320/Abby%27s+pictures+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254493717239455026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and keep this blog thing rolling. Currently I am waiting to hear back from Disney! I want to know now! Moving to Florida for eight months is a big deal and I want to plan! Not to mention I will be scrambling to sell my housing contract! But for now keep your fingers crossed. (friends and family will reap the benefits) Only two more weeks. I can't stop thinking Disney so many more Disney posts are to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-4984032809799897721?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4984032809799897721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=4984032809799897721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4984032809799897721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/4984032809799897721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/disney-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SOu2MkKUXTI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zlb0OLf36Ho/s72-c/Abby%27s+pictures+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-5728489172423686231</id><published>2008-10-06T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:46:49.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready Set Bake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SOqJxe9s-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYu1NjLEQpc/s320/DSC_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254163398499563698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am new to this whole blog thing, I don't have any idea of what I am doing or who would read this but I figure, why not. Plus I actually have some things to write about.  Conference weekend was full of concocting yummy treats and meals to photograph for my cookbook project. Lets just say I have never made so much food before in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all started when I couldn't sleep and woke up at 6 on Saturday so i started to make these sweet rolls.  Next was cowboy salsa, cornbread, chili, and peach cobbler.  Then on Sunday it was cherry cheese cake, creamy orange salad, and cheese fondu. Whoo! We had a lot of food. The funny thing is I don't cook at my apartment at all but when I come home you would think I was Rachel Ray! Who'd of thunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6657249587144938991-5728489172423686231?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5728489172423686231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=5728489172423686231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5728489172423686231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/5728489172423686231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-set-bake.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/SOqJxe9s-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYu1NjLEQpc/s72-c/DSC_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657249587144938991.post-2178703813157506435</id><published>2008-07-17T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:22:51.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldredbarnco.blogspot.com" target="_blank" title="Win A Quilt At www.oldredbarnco.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Win a quilt at www.oldredbarnco.blogspot.com" src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t152/danabol/79121-vertical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657249587144938991-2178703813157506435?l=merrybobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2178703813157506435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657249587144938991&amp;postID=2178703813157506435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2178703813157506435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657249587144938991/posts/default/2178703813157506435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrybobbins.blogspot.com/2008/07/win-quilt-at-wwwoldredbarncoblogspotcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312276793232220635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-Xs3SvVxdQ/TIh-rF_sPXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DcxLiEK9l48/S220/P1000348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
