<?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-1565183864484269314</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:47:15.977-07:00</updated><category term='2009 Scaddy&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Haley's World</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what is going on in my brain. Please do enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4852807850655764298</id><published>2011-12-09T17:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:57:01.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I was just thinking about all the funny stuff that happened on our wedding day and remembering what an awesome day it was.  I went over to Caleb's house early that morning so his sister Melissa could do my hair and when she finished I went to get into my car and could not find my keys  anywhere!  I had no idea where they were so Melissa helped me look and we found them locked inside my car sitting in the ignition...yeah I had no brain that day!  I just started laughing and sweet Melissa drove me home so I could finish getting ready.  Little things like that just kept happening all day, but it all ended up working out.  My mother-in-law called a key guy while we were on our honeymoon.  Luckily we didn't need my car for a few weeks.  Really though my favorite part of the day was the ceremony.  It was so sweet and both Caleb and I were crying and of course I can't cry without laughing at the same time.  It was fun and sweet.  After we were sealed I remember Caleb giving me a huge hug and I don't think I had ever felt that loved before, it was a great moment.  Anyway life is awesome.  I am blessed.  My husband rocks my world.  And when getting married, hold on to your keys. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4852807850655764298?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4852807850655764298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4852807850655764298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4852807850655764298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4852807850655764298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2011/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding.'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-800979460684397786</id><published>2011-11-19T12:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:59:24.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Funnies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Even though I haven't blogged in forever and a day I am sure that most of you already know that I have a new job doing marketing for assisted living. Since working with old people is probably one of the funniest jobs on the planet I have decided to share the humor and start a new segment on my blog called 'Old Funnies'. I haven't worked in this field very long but I know that we belong together. I love awkwardly funny moments and those happen all the time here. This one happened a couple of nights ago and is pretty inappropriate but it is hilarious all the same. A new resident that I will call June (for the sake of hippa) had just moved in and I needed her picture so that we could have it on file. I went looking for her at her room and when I got to the hall where her room is I saw that she was walking in zigzags back and forth down the hall. I thought she was struggling to walk or that she was about to fall down or something so I asked her what she was doing and she told me, "I don't want to wear down the carpet." I tried not to laugh and said that she could walk straight and that if the carpet got worn down we could just replace it. Later June told me that her son hadn't bought her a lamp yet and that she liked to read before she goes to bed so I told her that I would get her a lamp to use until her son bought her one. I went and got the lamp and took it to her room. When I got in her room I said, "It's looking real good in here June." She replied, "Yes except that my son brought my king size bed, now what in the world am I going to do with a king size bed?" I told her that it fits in the room just fine and that it should work good for her, she then said, "Yeah if i were going to have an orgy." I couldn't help it and I started laughing so hard. Most of the residents here are very conservative so I was not expecting her to say that at all. I think she was pretty proud of herself for making me laugh. Anyway I will save some for another time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;So for a quick update life is going great. I love my job. My husband is the best and he likes his job which makes us both happy. He is going to school to be a plumber and he is working in plumbing right now as well. He makes me happy beyond belief. Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-800979460684397786?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/800979460684397786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=800979460684397786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/800979460684397786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/800979460684397786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-funnies.html' title='Old Funnies...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-8438574585068391870</id><published>2011-04-19T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:19:08.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Wow I am graduating on friday...weird!! I'm so excited though. It feels like I'm just going to summer break, but no I'm done. Reality is starting to set in though with the wedding only being one month away!! Only one month! It feels like it is so close but it will never come at the same time. I still have so much to do it's crazy. I've kinda been laggin lately about getting stuff done with the wedding because school has been monopolizing my time, but now there are no distractions and I can actually get some stuff done. On sunday my uncle Rick took our groomals over at the Salt Flats and I think they are going to be awesome! I'm so excited to see how they turn out. Anyway that's all the update I got, but there is some exciting stuff goin on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-8438574585068391870?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/8438574585068391870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=8438574585068391870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8438574585068391870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8438574585068391870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2277204373085372924</id><published>2011-03-15T10:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:14:17.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbledore vs. Gandalf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hey ya'll so lately Caleb and I have been having Harry Potter and Lord of the Ring marathons. I even got him reading all the HP books! (that was my plan all along) In having these marathons though we have had a problem deciding who is the better and most powerful wizard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584339326045831282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5xXAQK5AWI/TX-PB6o0wHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Bl2sFWMG3To/s320/gandalf-the-white.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So Gandalf is pretty intense.  He is really limber for an old dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584339318231274770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAg-cVoPPKw/TX-PBdhsFRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b2VE8XlobJc/s320/Dumbledore3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dumbledore has all sorts of crazy spells that he knows.  His knowledge of everything is impressive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They both are humorous as well as crazy good wizards.  The question is which one would come out on top if they dueled?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any opinions because we both like Dumbledore better, but that doesn't mean he would kick Gandalf's trash (but i think he could)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha yeah this is how we spend our time. We're that cool. Have a nice day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-2277204373085372924?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2277204373085372924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2277204373085372924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2277204373085372924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2277204373085372924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2011/03/dumbledore-vs-gandalf.html' title='Dumbledore vs. Gandalf'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5xXAQK5AWI/TX-PB6o0wHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Bl2sFWMG3To/s72-c/gandalf-the-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4477544403820223471</id><published>2010-12-30T11:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:12:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gettin Married!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;BAH! Life is crazy isn't it? So on July 8th we went on our first date, which by the way was incredible and now we're getting hitched on May 20th. For those of you who don't know I'm marrying Caleb Michael Brinkerhoff (yeah I'm getting a super long and just as weird last name). So basically he's awesome. Here is our engagement story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;We both needed to do some Christmas shopping so we decided to go to the Layton Hills mall and finish up. While we were shopping around we were passing the santa booth where all the lil kids get their pics with santa and I was joking around and told Caleb that we should stop and get our pic with santa. He was totally for it which completely shocked me, but I still wasn't expecting anything at all. So we were sitting on santa's lap and santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I first thought A ring! but I ended up saying a basketball. When he asked Caleb what he wanted Caleb said I want Haley. I thought he was just being cute but then he said 'but really' and then he got down on his knee which shocked me and I looked at him and said 'Are you serious?'and he started laughing and then said 'Haley I love you will you marry me?' Whoa!! haha I was so shocked! but of course I said yes!!! When Caleb was putting the ring on my finger he was shaking so bad that Santa told him to stop shaking son and put the ring on haha! The funny part was that when he did get the ring on and we were hugging and kissin everyone in line started clapping and then I looked over and a lot of the ladies were crying haha! I didn't cry but I did get teary.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556552240786593890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TRzW0rf8WGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DIT0S0LjHUk/s320/kissy.jpg" /&gt;The reason why I wasn't expecting him to propose is because he had been doing the 12 days of Christmas for me and I thought that he did that to throw me off.  But he gave me the ring on day 8 and I thought if he did do it he would do it on Christmas, so I just didn't see it coming ha!He had planned to do it by santa in the first place and I just played into his plan very conveniently!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556552227496432162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TRzWz5_UkiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8_ERwnBL7tw/s320/engaged.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556552787133578978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TRzXUezNvuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9AJo487TLvg/s320/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Here is my ring :)  its a horrible pic but you can see that it is incredible!! I love my ring and Caleb so much!!!  It's still kinda weird to me that I'm getting married but I'm so excited because I can't picture the rest of my life without Caleb in it.  Anyway folks that's all I got for now but I'm sure I will keep ya updated with wedding stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4477544403820223471?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4477544403820223471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4477544403820223471' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4477544403820223471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4477544403820223471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gettin-married.html' title='I&apos;m gettin Married!!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TRzW0rf8WGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DIT0S0LjHUk/s72-c/kissy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4313217526453685841</id><published>2010-10-29T11:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:39:02.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNXswrfOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-v-ONvmQq8A/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533531267958275298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNXswrfOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-v-ONvmQq8A/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; I suck at blogging with pictures in it and so typically I don't, but here are some pics from what's been going on this fall. They aren't even close to in order, but at least you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNXJQgCFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Epl4PKorzC8/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533531258428065874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNXJQgCFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Epl4PKorzC8/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only get the kids to take a pic with me if we growled haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNWC8k3TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/HZ5b00oyiVw/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533531239554014514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNWC8k3TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/HZ5b00oyiVw/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMNWodyjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LiFs3IyPDKM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533529990707923506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMNWodyjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LiFs3IyPDKM/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMNEHtayI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bacufCZ8Qfg/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533529985738697506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMNEHtayI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bacufCZ8Qfg/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMMtgY5UI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oUy0Yg8--gY/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533529979668194626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMMtgY5UI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oUy0Yg8--gY/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMMeF_RVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/uKwy_VZBf5U/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533529975530931538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMMeF_RVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/uKwy_VZBf5U/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMLtUksNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6tHZAGKl6Uk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533529962438766802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsMLtUksNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6tHZAGKl6Uk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to go hang out with kiddos while Kim had her surgery. I had so much fun playing with my crazy beckham and sweet gwen. I miss them. Kim's surgery went well and all the cancer is out and everything (including baby girl) is looking good. For the record I didn't dress beck up in that fairy outfit, he did it on his own free will haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Tiya is so big! It's crazy to think how much she's grown. For some reason whenever I am watching her she gets messy. In that first pic aren't her thighs so stinkin cute? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Then Caleb's sisters had a halloween party and we decided to dress up as Mario and Princess Peach. He looks kind of like a creeper in that pic and one day I will get a normal pic and put it up here for everyone to see, but until that day here is a creepy one. It was a way fun party! We won best costume...yeah we're cool like that. So Kristi Kay I have to tell you that Caleb and I went to Lagoon and guess what? We went on the skycoaster!! It was so much fun and I was totally freaking out and Caleb was laughing at me and saying things like "What if the cable breaks and we land right onto the pavement and our guts go everywhere?" At the time it really wasn't funny, but now I can see the humor in it since I am still alive. Anyway it was so much fun it definitely got my adrenaline going. So Kris next time your up guess what we're doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;So it's already snowing and this is no good. Like tuesday night Tori and I were hanging out at her house and it was snowing soo hard, pierce told tori not to let me drive home because he saw so many cars slide off the road! Isn't that crazy? But it was a good excuse to have a sleepover and we made delicious cookies so while I hate you snow, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;School is basically insane. I should be doing homework right now, but I am so sick of it! I am taking nineteen credits so that I can graduate by may. I keep thinking that May is the date of my freedom! I'm excited for that! Oh so I was taking the shuttle on the first day of class(so a couple of months ago) and I actually got a seat which is so exciting. Anyway this girl that ended up standing in front of me had obviously never ridden the shuttle of death. She had one book in her hand and the other hand on her hip. I know that I should've told her to hold on or she was going to go flying into the person in front of her, but you know me. I couldn't help but keep my mouth shut and see what happens. Well the shuttle started and she went smack right into the person in front of her and it was pretty funny, but this girl just didn't get it!! She still didn't hold on until we went over a bump and she fell down onto the person sitting behind her! I was trying so hard not to laugh, but really I couldn't help it. She finally held on after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway that's some of what's been going on! Have a fantastic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- The Murray Scaddy's opened! It's awesome you should go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4313217526453685841?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4313217526453685841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4313217526453685841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4313217526453685841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4313217526453685841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/TMsNXswrfOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-v-ONvmQq8A/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-15458512987856455</id><published>2010-08-12T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:32:37.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm very good at stalling when trying to clean my room. I hoped by now I would have grown out of that, but I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When cleaning my room today I did more of a deep clean than usual. I looked in my closet and realized I only wear 4 pairs of shoes out of the 50 that are in there. So I threw away 14 whole pairs of shoes and gave away 13 to the DI. I don't think I even realized I owned that many shoes until I cleaned them out. That's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I went through all of my college stuff again that I haven't touched in 3 years since I went to SUU. Let's just say that I threw away enough expired canned food to keep me living for at least a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've been kind of obsessed with the show Hoarders that's on TLC (I think) and after the dejunking of my room today I diagnosed myself with a mild case of hoarderism. After realzing that I have an issue I wanted to throw everything away because the houses in that show completely disgust me and I don't want to end up like that and after seeing my crap today I know that I could end up like that if I'm not careful...sick... I don't want to think about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This background reminds me of the doodles I would draw...still draw on every page of notes from school. I'm super cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm dating a super cute guy. Yeah, that's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;School starts in approximately t-minus 12 days. I'm pretty sure its going to be ridiculously stressful and probably traumatizing. Oh I've missed it...like really though. I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw Charlie St. Cloud. I think I laughed through a good portion of the movie, teared up once, and vowed never to watch it again. Strange movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love summer so much. I wish it would stay a little bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;In twoish months I'm going to be turning 23. This freaks me out a bit. I don't feel mature enough to be older than 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm reading the book Fishers of Men, and I didn't think that I would like it, but really it is so good! I totally recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who wants to go see Eat Pray Love? I'm pretty sure I do. Let's go! (Hey was this originally a book? and if so was it good?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guess what? My brother can now get out of his brace and play on the floor! Woot Woot! Way to go dude! The progress may be slow, but at least now its coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Well folks thats all for now and probably a while until I find inspiration, but I guess shuttle riding will be coming up soon so stayed tuned for that fun stuff! ha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-15458512987856455?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/15458512987856455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=15458512987856455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/15458512987856455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/15458512987856455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-7155113787345934542</id><published>2010-05-25T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:15:36.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bad words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have to tell my disgusting yet hilarious experience of last night.  I was laying in my bed reading Fablehaven (which is an awesome book!) late last night and for some reason I started thinking about how sick spiders are..(oh I was laughing to myself about the Drew story...which I will sum up later) and then a sick black thick legged spider comes scurrying right by my face on my wall!!! I jumped up so fast and started giggling like a little girl.  This spider was hauling though I have no idea why it was moving so fast.  So I watched it for a second 'cause I wanted to know where it was so that I could find something to trap it in.  Well I couldn't find anything to trap it in, so I had to go to the disgusting second resort of squishing the dang thing.  Well I go into the bathroom and get a couple of kleenex, but of course when I come back into my room the ugly beast had disappeared.  The first thought that came to my mind was that I should just go sleep on Devin's bed.  Then the side of my brain that won't be pushed around by a spider kicked in and said No this is your bed you're going to sleep in it.  Then the two halves of my brain compromised and I turned my pillows and bedding around so that my face wasn't by a wall.  So I turn my lamp by my bed back on and turn off my light and right when I picked up my book again the dark arachnid sprang into life and zoomed right up my wall.  Once again I jump up and start giggling.  I was prepared this time though.  I had my kleenex at the ready.  My heart rate started spiking and I stood up on my bed, but the stupid thing would not go to its grave easily.  It put up quite a fight running all over my wall.  I decided the only way to defeat the beast would be to do a sideways swipe and move with its movements.  It started into a downward dive, I mimicked the move and started closing in, I swiped and I thought I had him but when the kleenex came up he was still on the wall which scared the crap out of me and I might have said a few choice words...maybe not (you'll never know).  Then I realized that it was just stuck to the wall, but the squishing had been quite successful.  I wiped up the rest of him and that ends the story.  But it was very intense at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now for the Drew story because I think it is hilarious.  I only read a facebook post of this so I haven't had the whole story, so please Ryan and Holly feel free to add on the comments.  All I know is that my hilarious little cousin Drew called 911 17 times in one minute because he saw a spider!!!  And the cops went by the house and everything!  haha what a funny kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway thats all for tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;P.s - Dev's doing pretty good, he's slowly progressing but is now able to crawl for a short amount of time, but that's definitely some progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-7155113787345934542?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/7155113787345934542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=7155113787345934542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7155113787345934542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7155113787345934542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-bad-words.html' title='Oh bad words...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4713994635329702183</id><published>2010-04-26T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:12:07.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I think that a lot of you already know, but others don't so here is another update on the lil dude.  Well he was home for approximately a day and a half and then his butt got hauled back up to the hospital, poor kid.  The day they took him back up my mom was noticing that he still wasn't acting quite right and that he had a mild fever.  So she got ready and she, pops, and tibs took dev back up.  Well since the doctors didn't quite know where to start they decided to re-x-ray his hip and make sure it was alright, so they did a full pelvic x-ray and while they were examing it they realized that there was an identical fracture on his other hip!  Ya, I'm serious.  So they scheduled him for surgery that night(friday) and he has been in recovery since then.  On sunday and saturday he was pretty out of it and his seizures were back to being horrible.  Today though he was more awake and playful but still fairly tired.  Well I hope I don't jinx the dude when I say I think we are finally out of the woods and are on to greener pastures.  I mean really there has to be a point when the crazy stops right?  We are thinking he will hopefully be able to come home tomorrow and just keep improving from there.  Really thank you so much to everyone who has come to visit, called, text, commented, and cared.  It means a lot to our family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4713994635329702183?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4713994635329702183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4713994635329702183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4713994635329702183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4713994635329702183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-goodness.html' title='oh goodness'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-412528559345693858</id><published>2010-04-22T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:29:28.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devin's HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright well I accidently did my dev update on my families blog, so I am going to send you &lt;a href="http://willardclan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-412528559345693858?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/412528559345693858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=412528559345693858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/412528559345693858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/412528559345693858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/04/devins-home.html' title='Devin&apos;s HOME!!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-6570901825869583728</id><published>2010-04-13T17:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:46:25.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Alright well there have been lots going on with our little dude.  The first three days we were here at the hospital we had not a clue what was going on.  None of the doctors seemed to have a clue even where to start with the poor kid.  Meanwhile he is still having at least 1 seizure every 5-10 minutes throughout the night.  Then on saturday dev's orthopedic doctor came in and within 3 minutes knew that something was wrong with his hip.  Although it sucks that he's hurt it is such a relief to know where the pain is coming from.  My mom calls the ortho doc Miracle Max(princess bride) and I call him Dr. Incredible.  So he got an mri that afternoon and Dr. Incredible thought that there was an infection in his hip which would be very painful and could trigger a lot of seizures.  well the mri also showed a possibly minor hip fracture, but they weren't sure if it really existed or not. A lot of doctors came in including: Dr. fancy pants, Dr. goody tu shoes, Dr. Incredible, and Dr. Compensate (ya we've got to entertain ourselves somehow) So they started him on an antibiotic and inserted a pic line.  Well we were thinking that we would be out of here by the end of the week hopefully.  We don't think that anymore.  Today a doctor ordered more x-rays and we didn't really know why.  Come to find out there is a definite fracture on his hip and it keeps getting worse and the only way to fix it is surgically.  Yeah.  So dev is going into surgery at some point tomorrow and they aren't sure when but probably tomorrow night.  Right now he still can't sit up and won' move his legs still (can't blame him).  The cute kid though is feeling better and is laughing and messing with the nurses.  As I type he is trying to push my mom off the bed and is giggling like crazy.  He is too dang funny and he knows it.  The nurses have all gotten to love the kid too.  One of them washed his hair with the no rinse shampoo and then spent like ten minutes styling his hair.  It was pretty entertaining.  So as it is we have no idea how long we will be here at primaries, but oh well, whatever gets the dude better.  Thanks so much to everyone who text, called and commented!  It means a lot to us!  I'll let ya know how the surgery went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-6570901825869583728?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/6570901825869583728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=6570901825869583728' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6570901825869583728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6570901825869583728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/04/devdog.html' title='Devdog'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5057636036475203195</id><published>2010-04-09T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:18:08.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So have you ever felt like your life is slowly spinning out of control? Well the last couple of days I have. Wednesday was probably the most traumatizing morning of my entire life. I don't really want to get into the nitty gritty details, but to sum up when Devin woke up he could not move his body at all. He could wiggle his fingers and that is it. If you know Devin you know that sitting still is not his thing so something is terribly wrong. After getting a priesthood blessing from my uncles since pops was already in Lehi my mom called the ambulance and they stuck him on a stretcher and whisked him away to primaries. So that is where currently my saintly mother and devdog are (and tibi, thanks so so much for being there!! you've been so great!). Then today after work I was on my way home to shower and then head up back to the hospital when I slowly realize that there is this horrible grinding noise coming from my front left tire. Yeah it really took me a whole minute to figure out that I had a flat on the freeway! So I turned on my hazards and went to the side of the freeway and called my dad. Luckily I knew he was at the salt lake store so he could come help. Meanwhile I figured it was a lovely day outside and I knew my dad wouldn't get there for a few minutes so I decided to sit on the cement barrier that I was parked next to. I started texting someone and then after a few minutes I looked up and a man is walking towards me. He told me that his name is Lance and that he has three daughters and wouldn't feel good about himself if he didn't stop to help me. I almost started crying because I thought that it was so nice of him to help me. I told him my dad was on his way, but he said he would at least get me started. He was really fast though because when my dad got there he was done. (I had never changed a tire before, but it doesn't look that hard so next time I think I'll just try to do it first.) So I thanked Lance a whole load and so did my pops and then Lance drove away. I just thought it was awesome of him to stop to help me, it's good to know that people are still nice! Then my dad gave me the look, the look that says "I've been telling you for a whole year to get your dang tires changed." and I smiled and then he smiled and gave me a hug and went on his way to the hospital. I took the back roads home with the spare. (Did I mention he opened a Scaddy's in Lehi? Well he did and it's awesome!) I went and got my tires changed and now I am here at home getting ready to go back to the hospital. So even though pops didn't change my tire I am so glad that I have a dad that will come help me whenever I need it, even if he is super busy! So ya. OH I think you may be wondering how devin is doing. Well I don't know. Yesterday he lifted his arms over his head so that was awesome! He still won't move his legs much though and still can't sit up. He got an MRI today and I guess we'll have to see if that shows anything. His seizures are really really bad right now, but they switched his medication and hopefully they will calm down soon. Well I better get going. I hope you don't blow a tire today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5057636036475203195?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5057636036475203195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5057636036475203195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5057636036475203195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5057636036475203195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/04/insanity.html' title='Insanity!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5034828274249629498</id><published>2010-03-20T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:39:30.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Right now I can choose to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Do all my homework that I have been avoiding since Spring Break started (which is quite a lot). or..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I could spend my last night of freedom being free and having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Rough choice, I know what I should do but don't know whether I'm willing to do it right now or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;In good news I have my school all figured out so that I can graduate next may!  Only one more year and I am done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5034828274249629498?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5034828274249629498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5034828274249629498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5034828274249629498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5034828274249629498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/03/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2367997450023818142</id><published>2010-02-07T21:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:47:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>luck continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I forgot to put the super awesome good luck that had originally inspired this post, but somewhere along the way forgot about. As far as my car goes I normally get screwed. I end up paying much more for parking tickets and for repairs then I would have originally thought, but all in one day I got lucky. I told you that I was running late for my test and parked in a spot which I don't have a permit for, but I didn't tell you that when I came out and I DIDN'T get a ticket!! Wahoo!! That has never happened to me ever!(I've done it a lot and have always gotten a ticket, I should just buy a permit I know) But I was sooo happy that karma gave me a break! Then my check engine light had been on for like three weeks so I decided to finally take it in. My mom and I went shopping while they checked it out and when we went back my car guy(I don't know his name, but I go to him for all car issues) he came up to me and was like "a tube popped off, but I just stuck it back on and I changed a blinker bulb so the keys are in the car and you're good to go" and I was like "Well that awesome how much do I owe you?" and he said, "Nothing your good" and I was completely flabbergasted because since when do car people give you anything free? so I asked, "Are you sure?" and he rolled his eyes and told me very nicely to get in my car and go home. I was so happy! What a nice surprise. Anyway, there was more good luck then i had orignally told you and I wanted to share. have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-2367997450023818142?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2367997450023818142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2367997450023818142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2367997450023818142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2367997450023818142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/02/luck-continued.html' title='luck continued...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1513819996953304364</id><published>2010-02-04T20:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:56:18.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ya want to know something? In the last two days I've had a lot of luck, good and bad. Yesterday morning was more bad luck, but funny bad. I didn't have school and I didn't have work until 12 so I could sleep in! That might sound lucky to most people and usually I would also, except that I have been on a waking schedule of 5:30 since this new semester began that that is exactly when I woke up naturally. Sad news. So I went downstairs to, i don't even know, do something and I saw that molly was outside so I let the poor puppy in thinking that she got left out there all night. *Remember that I had not turned on any lights at this point* So I went to go back upstairs when I stepped in something super squishy....sick. Come to find out molly had just been let outside but no one had seen her nasty misdeed. So I'm trying not to throw up and clean my foot up and then take care of the super nasty, apparently I was loud. So I woke up my mother and after all the crap was cleaned up, we watched pride and prejudice. That helped the morning. a lot. I then went back to bed at 7:30. (This was bad with a tidbit of good luck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is the good luck with a bit of bad. So this morning I was running late and decided to just get a dang ticket and park right next to the building that I needed to get to. So I got to my test on time!...then I'm pretty sure that I failed, but oh well. i then went to my psych stats class and was nervous because we were getting our test back and I got a 94!!!! I am still so estatic about this because I just wasn't sure. So great day oh and Project Runway tonight! good stuff....but then I did find out that I owe taxes and am not getting a refund which sucks, but its just money right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh and p.s. if you are a girl who likes goofy teen girl movies that are funny and semi scandalous I am suggesting you go redbox Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging. So funny if you are expecting a stupid goofy teen girl movie!(watching it with old roommates makes it super funny too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1513819996953304364?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1513819996953304364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1513819996953304364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1513819996953304364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1513819996953304364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/02/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4844716706564134169</id><published>2010-01-03T23:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:47:50.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Can I just say the last of 2009 was awesome!!! The holidays were so much fun even if scattagories got a little intense :) haha but New Years eve was awesome and I had a blast! Then new years day actually making a poached egg with my mama (eggs benedict) was delish. Good times. I will add detail later but I am just now saying goodbye to 2009 which was kind of a crazy hectic year for me, and hello to 2010 which I have started off in such a good way!! I am feeling good about the new year! Already having a visit from Kristi Kay and Derrick which was awesome to see them even if it was for a short while! Then Kimberley is coming! It has just been a really fun first couple of days in the new year! Too bad school starts on tuesday, but i'm trying to be optimistic about that too, so ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4844716706564134169?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4844716706564134169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4844716706564134169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4844716706564134169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4844716706564134169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-of-2009.html' title='The last of 2009'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4988147216728797679</id><published>2009-12-12T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:16:10.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Wonderful Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Every Christmas season I attempt to watch 'Its a Wonderful Life' and every year I remember how much I hate that movie.  The beginning and the end are cute, but the rest is depressing and gets me so tense that I can't enjoy the movie.  So after my once again failed attempt to watch what I call 'Its a horrible crappy life' I decided to watch 'Julie and Julia'.  I love that movie.  It makes me crave bruschetta.  I've only had my mom's version of bruschetta (which is delicious) but wow all that butter on the bread and those ripe tomatoes, I am drooling (If you didn't know, I love food.  I love trying new restaurants and new recipes).  My mom and I youtubed Julia childs and that lady was hilarious.  We watched her on a segment of David Letterman and she can bs her way through anything.  They ended up eating raw ground beef with melted cheese on it.  We were laughing so hard.  I now really want to try to make a raspberry bavarian creme.  Anyway that's my random thoughts.  And can I just say that I love Christmas!  I love Christmas lights, food, decorations, no school, the feeling of Christmas, and the focus on Christ.  Thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4988147216728797679?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4988147216728797679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4988147216728797679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4988147216728797679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4988147216728797679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-wonderful-life.html' title='Its a Wonderful Life...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5314210549089556745</id><published>2009-11-23T14:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:14:12.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Awkwardness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;I know, me and even more awkwardness...how could that have happened? I don't know why awkward things tend to happen to me, but oh well they keep life interesting right? So today I was in my microbiology class and I've already told you about the loud laugher right, so this story is about the same kid. I was taking notes and I got that feeling that someone was staring in my general direction so I look over and this kid is staring at my notes, which a normal quick glance would be fine, but he kept staring and staring. I finally just stared at him until he realized he was being weird and turned away. A minute later the girl sitting next to me started laughing I and I look over and he's staring at my stuff again! So I stared at him again and then he stopped ...again. Things seem to be back to normal and class was going on as boring as always when out of the corner of my eye I see him shove (this is not an exaggeration) his finger as far up his nose as possible and then moves his finger around for probably a solid minute and then wipes his finger on his pants! Sick! I wanted to puke! To top it all off we were talking about good hygiene and washing your hands a lot to avoid airborne illnesses. ha! what a strange day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5314210549089556745?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5314210549089556745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5314210549089556745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5314210549089556745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5314210549089556745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-awkwardness.html' title='More Awkwardness...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3776535495475013870</id><published>2009-11-21T10:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:14:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Alright peps I've decided what to do with my life for the next two years (once again) and I am going to stay with my psychology major and minor in family studies. I think those two go hand in hand (well with my psychotic family at least (: ), so hopefully I will be able to be graduated by May 2011!! Woot Woot! Thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3776535495475013870?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3776535495475013870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3776535495475013870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3776535495475013870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3776535495475013870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/11/alright-peps-ive-decided-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1053479186161935130</id><published>2009-11-06T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:35:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Nate and Gwen were here like two weeks ago, I don't really know sometime in the near past haha and it was so much fun to see them and mostly to play with Gwen (sorry Nate). She is such a crazy child and you never know what your going to get so she keeps life very entertaining. Anyway Gwen is obsessed with the swing in devin's play room. She could stay in there and swing for hours. So I was pushing her on the swing and she was having fun and we would spin and do under dogs(as much as you can inside), but then Gwen looked at me and was like, "Hawey swing me" and to that I replied, "I am swinging you honey" and she would look at me and then say "Hawey Pwease" and I said, "Please what?" and she would just say "Pwease". So I just didn't say anything and I spun the swing and she yelled, "NO Hawey SWiNg me!" and then I would say once again, "I am swinging you!" and she would get mad and yell "SWING ME!" hahaha so once again I just wouldn't reply and this time she didn't reply back to my silence. So we kept swinging and things were going well, then once again Gwen looked frustrated at me and said "Pwease Hawey!" and I was like, "I thought we were past this!" and then it started all over again. I need to work on my communication with three year olds. But It was also way fun to see Gwen and Tiya together. Tiya loved Gwen, but Gwen just didn't care unless Tiya was getting more attention. By the end of the trip though she would give Tiya kisses and call her 'baby Tiya'. Here are some pics of the cute ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401105994431729394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SvSVSSBWDvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RCiaJdfQ2vc/s320/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401105985316746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SvSVRwEKdUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5TltjzNtrt4/s320/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401105983047790738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SvSVRnnM8JI/AAAAAAAAASs/N4G8L4lXNfU/s320/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401105979726978690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SvSVRbPdXoI/AAAAAAAAASk/fJAzlXmoH4I/s320/173.JPG" /&gt;That was the best we could get of both of them, Tiya would attack Gwen and so Gwen would run away haha, but we tried to have a photo shoot, they just didn't quite cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1053479186161935130?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1053479186161935130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1053479186161935130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1053479186161935130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1053479186161935130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/11/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SvSVSSBWDvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RCiaJdfQ2vc/s72-c/175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-6283269419389281261</id><published>2009-10-03T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:51:24.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaddy's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Wow I've just realized that I never posted the final pictures of Scaddy's, I'm such a slacker sometimes!  So here are the highly anticipated pics that everyone has been waiting for for like six whole weeks oh the anticipation!  I think it turned out way good, and so many of you have come and supported!!!  Thats been one of the funnest parts is seeing everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Outside view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Ssfvmpp_zjI/AAAAAAAAASc/_Gv9VaQMmb4/s1600-h/100_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538926468156978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Ssfvmpp_zjI/AAAAAAAAASc/_Gv9VaQMmb4/s320/100_0529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt; The back dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvmHdM6uI/AAAAAAAAASU/Q01Hm0L4uW0/s1600-h/100_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538917287684834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvmHdM6uI/AAAAAAAAASU/Q01Hm0L4uW0/s320/100_0526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvlmSRgiI/AAAAAAAAASM/rZEiMmZau-E/s1600-h/100_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538908383478306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvlmSRgiI/AAAAAAAAASM/rZEiMmZau-E/s320/100_0525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvlGrJ0DI/AAAAAAAAASE/J1aKpDqTfw8/s1600-h/100_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538899897897010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SsfvlGrJ0DI/AAAAAAAAASE/J1aKpDqTfw8/s320/100_0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been so much fun!  but seriously I am so glad the painting and getting ready part is all done cuz that stuff was killer, but now its fun!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm lovin working with the family and seeing people that I rarely get to see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1565183864484269314-6283269419389281261?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/6283269419389281261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=6283269419389281261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6283269419389281261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6283269419389281261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/10/scaddys.html' title='Scaddy&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Ssfvmpp_zjI/AAAAAAAAASc/_Gv9VaQMmb4/s72-c/100_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5179212340616051787</id><published>2009-09-17T10:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:20:50.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I bet you all have wondered, "What does a lip look like when it gets a mosquito bite?" Well people your wildest dreams are about to come true because I now can show you exactly what that looks like:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382468814791606482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SrJe3phFgNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O-PdQTBf5s4/s320/150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382468804272460978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SrJe3CVIFLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8Ar5BDsymc4/s320/147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Last night I was attacked! I was lying in bed peacefully asleep when my foot and back both started itching. I of course being half asleep scratch them both and fell back asleep, but then my hand and leg started itching too. I semi-woke up and didn't know what was going on, but I tried to ignore them and was falling back asleep when I heard a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;buzzzz &lt;/span&gt;right by my face, I rose my hand in the air and sadly attempted to smack the maker of the horrible noise, but to no avail. It would leave for a second and then come back with a vengence. I was so groggy that it didn't occur to me to turn on the light and smack the terrible beast, so I kept waving my arm in the air and trying to go to sleep. I think then it found out my weakness in sleep because it left me alone to drift off and then I'm sure thats when it attacked my face. I don't know where the creature is now, but I hope it doesn't come back for round two tonight. I'm also hoping it wasn't a virus carrier...oh dang. Thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5179212340616051787?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5179212340616051787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5179212340616051787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5179212340616051787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5179212340616051787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/09/attack.html' title='Attack!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SrJe3phFgNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O-PdQTBf5s4/s72-c/150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-7803735172093274096</id><published>2009-09-09T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:08:10.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward moments in Shuttle Riding: #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So I have decided to start a new segment on my blog dedicated to all those awkward times on the shuttle riding from the Dee Events Center to Weber State.  Today's moment happened on my way back from Weber and I was headed to the DeeEv so I of course was one of the last ones to get to stand on the lovely shuttle.  Now I know this is very high school but there is a system of 'cool' when standing on the shuttle: A) If you hold on with both hands while standing up = loser with no balance. B) If you face the back of the bus = not okay. C) You step on someones foot = jerk. D) Try to talk to the person standing next to you = your done. E) Do all these things at the same time = you should probably just go fall in a hole now.  E is where I was today.  I didn't mean to be such a dork, but with me it just naturally happens, now when I actually realized I was doing all these things that should never be done (oh the shame! but really I did get some strange looks) I decided 'screw it I'm gonna have some fun' I like to entertain myself (have you noticed?) So I decided to play a game(which I'm sure I'll play many more times) I face the side of the bus, put one hand on my hip and the other one holding onto the bar for dear life, then plant my feet side by side and see how long I can stay balanced before I hit into somebody or move my feet.  I was doing way good, I would shift my balance beautifully although my arm was starting to get tired, but then the shuttle suddenly turned left and I smacked into the girl next to me, which of course made me laugh for unexplainable reasons.  I think I made it for two minutes out of playing for probably three, so not too bad.  Well thats all for today but i'm sure something new will happen on friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-7803735172093274096?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/7803735172093274096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=7803735172093274096' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7803735172093274096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7803735172093274096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/09/awkward-moments-in-shuttle-riding-1.html' title='Awkward moments in Shuttle Riding: #1'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2621978668371591236</id><published>2009-08-24T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:45:42.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I still am amazed that summer is over and I am already back in school. Its weird. My classes don't start til 9:30 so when I get there of course I already know there won't be any parking spots so I parked at the Dee Events Center and rode the shuttle over to campus. I was the last one to fit onto the shuttle so I was standing with one hand holding onto a bar above my head the the other one just hanging out across my belly haha I felt like the Statue of Liberty which of course made me laugh literally out loud so the kid standing next to me gives me a weird look when the shuttle suddenly stops and I then smack into him. Ya I didn't keep my balance very well...poor kid. So my first class there is a deaf girl in it and she has a sign language translator in there with her and I was completely fascinated by how fast she could sign, I really don't remember anything the teacher said. Then I went to the institute for a minute to register and then back up to the lind lecture hall...clear across campus thats not going to be fun. But I got to my next class way early so I sat in front of the building and was just watching how people walk because I was at leg level. It was hilarious! I totally suggest just watching people walk, there are the tough guys that have a limp and one guys was so bad I really started laughing...ya people probably thought I was a lunatic today cuz I kept laughing out loud about nothing obvious. Then there were the girls that wear high heels that look so ridiculously uncomfortable and they walk so awkward, really if you walk like an idiot in shoes don't wear them, some girls can manage the high heel walk just fine, but others have serious issues. Then in my microbio class there are one of those annoying guys that laughs long and loud about anything the teacher says...you know the type I'm talking about. The good thing about that though was that the girl sitting next to me also thought he was a lunatic so we became friends because of our shared annoyance that became entertainment throughout the class. So that was my first day back it was crazy, but it should be a good semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-2621978668371591236?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2621978668371591236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2621978668371591236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2621978668371591236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2621978668371591236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-back.html' title='First Day Back....'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-8899602500179833410</id><published>2009-08-05T16:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:23:30.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;No not the t.v show. Me. I am going to get a lot of crap for this but it was so funny haha today I was on my way to Scaddy's to do some more painting(of course) I was about to get off the exit when this car blocked me from getting over so slowed down to get behind it and it slowed down! I could not get over so I was ticked off and figured whatever I'll just get off at the next exit so I did. Go figure it was the exit for I-80 haha so I am going on forever! I pass an exit off I-80 because there was construction and i didn't see it til the last second so then I kept driving til I find another off ramp and finally I get off of I-80! It was the exit that takes you to Nordstrom Rack!!! I haven't been there in years but I guess I know how to get there now haha so now I have to figure out how to get back to Scaddy's and I know I am forever away from the freeway so thats not an option. So I'm clear up in Sugarhouse and I have to say I really like that place there are some way pretty houses! I'm just driving around trying to find a road that will take me way west when I run into Westminster college and it was the prettiest campus! the buildings are all old school and pretty. I was quite enjoying my ride even though I had not a clue where I was! So I got going west onto 1700 S because Scaddy's is on 1800 S so I figured it would take me all the way down. I hit 300 E and I turn left but it wasn't the right road, I was so confused for like ten minutes until I realized that Scaddy's is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;on 300 W. haha So I finally got to Scaddy's after a good crazy adventure haha, but I realized that I don't know much about that area or any cool places in Salt Lake so I'm going to try and get lost more often there are lots of awesome places around here.&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;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/1565183864484269314-8899602500179833410?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/8899602500179833410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=8899602500179833410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8899602500179833410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8899602500179833410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3546198167278249154</id><published>2009-07-31T23:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:39:29.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities Vs. Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;K so Tori (pierce's girlfriend) and I have been chatting and trying to decide which is better:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Tori believes that Celebrities are much more entertaining and provide more for the world than does HP. Her favorites are Gisele, The Olson Twins, and all such people. (We're talking more like their personal lives not movies or tv shows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364862568102855058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SnPSFNiPgZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/R8rnC1MbeYY/s320/gisele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I Haley believe that Harry Potter is great entertainment and shows people good ethics like picking Dumbledore vs Voldemort and doing the right thing regardless of how hard that choice may be.(By the way I'm talking more about the books because they are better than the movies, but either way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364862861269879682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SnPSWRqtS4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/h6hA8ulqKDw/s320/hp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3546198167278249154?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3546198167278249154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3546198167278249154' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3546198167278249154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3546198167278249154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrities-vs-harry-potter.html' title='Celebrities Vs. Harry Potter'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SnPSFNiPgZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/R8rnC1MbeYY/s72-c/gisele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2007452802712430824</id><published>2009-07-22T18:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:01:37.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 Scaddy&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Evolution of Scaddy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smey3US_9uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WA0Gk-EVoBs/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361450544818812642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smey3US_9uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WA0Gk-EVoBs/s320/100_0503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; So Scaddy's is definitely coming along! We have done a ton of work, but there is still so much to do! The building is set up really funky because there used to be two restaurants in one area so its been interesting trying to make it into one cohesive restaurant, with the pics you'll see that they didn't go together at all so now it is starting to match, the only ugly part is the periwinkle blue ceiling...sick. So here it is so far from the beginning to where we are at this point, and then I'll do a finale once the place is all set up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 637px; -MS-INTERPOLATION-MODE: bicubic; HEIGHT: 236px" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smeo8lyPv7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/f9oKP8EHTvI/s800/scaddys_2_1.jpg" width="800" height="237" closure_hashcode_da3x5z="175" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is the Taco Del Mar side of the building...that bamboo was the biggest pain to get off! Pictured are Trevy and my momma and others in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 666px; -MS-INTERPOLATION-MODE: bicubic; HEIGHT: 209px; TOP: 40px; LEFT: 6px" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SmepFe_XLMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LWwh1n8P9ik/s800/scaddys_2_2.jpg" width="800" height="320" closure_hashcode_jrikx0="175" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is the Slo Joe Side, it was a bbq place with the tackiest decorations that I think I have ever seen so nasty. But we ripped off the shingles and the picket fence and hopefully it'll look so much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 649px; -MS-INTERPOLATION-MODE: bicubic; HEIGHT: 336px; TOP: 53px; LEFT: 6px" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SmepNu7m4hI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xLf6gReUblw/s800/scaddys_3.jpg" width="800" height="294" closure_hashcode_vrav0l="175" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is where the two different ideas meet...precious. Oh and me and Tiya and the one dude named Doug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now we will get into how it is looking at this point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361447412440575602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SmewA_R1LnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A9bqoX_Ll3M/s320/100_0504.JPG" /&gt;So these are the colors...not the blue &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361450527878718946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smey2VMKpeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p7O5WiLmna8/s320/100_0498.JPG" /&gt;Here are Scottie and Daddy Scaddy painting it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below are Piercey and Trevy painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361447388817343554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smev_nRnREI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g1gI6k6Uhaw/s320/100_0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361447397721626562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SmewAIcj18I/AAAAAAAAAPA/HbuYEmaXdno/s320/100_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361447404224155042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SmewAgq4jaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1VOcOYDGrNQ/s320/100_0502.JPG" /&gt; Here I am thinking the painting will never ever end! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361450536437554626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smey21EwHcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WrRqB2iT3Eo/s320/100_0508.JPG" /&gt;Here is Tiya just chilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So obviously we still have a lot of work to do! but its getting there and when it does I will put up pics that actually show how sweet it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Some people have asked what we will be serving and the best way to explain Scaddy's is that it will be an upscale fast food. Everything will be fresh and delicious, its all about American food such as burgers, philly cheese, fries, chicken strips, milkshakes, and all sorts of yummy stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and nathy steal some of these pics and put them up on facebook because we need more than just the logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1565183864484269314-2007452802712430824?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2007452802712430824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2007452802712430824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2007452802712430824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2007452802712430824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/07/evolution-of-scaddys.html' title='The Evolution of Scaddy&apos;s'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Smey3US_9uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WA0Gk-EVoBs/s72-c/100_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-8513505541436107511</id><published>2009-07-15T22:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:50:33.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So tonight my madre and I went and saw HP6 (that means Harry Potter 6 by the way...I had to ask someone...I thought it was some type of a computer) and as I am almost done rereading the entire series (I still have half of the 7th left) oh and don't worry I won't give stuff away, but I did think it was semi-anti-climatic, like I needed more of a battle, but thats all I'm gonna say on that, but otherwise I thought that they did an awesome job! Some parts were so funny! There's this part where Filch the caretaker comes in and my mom and I just couldn't stop laughing because my cousins little boy once asked when he saw Filch, "Is that Jesus?" or something like that and I now think of Jesus everytime I see Filch so it is just funny. Anyway while my mom and I were walking back to my car I could not find the keys for what seemed forever and I just kept thinking "If I had a wand this would be so much easier!" I think that I have read too much HP lately because now whenever I'm doing something tedious or the lights are off and I need light I just think of the spell in my head and hope that something happens haha I'm seriously the biggest geek, but oh well I love me some Harry Potter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh and p.s my father is opening a restaurant called &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scaddy's&lt;/span&gt; and if you have facebook you should become a fan of it to get updates of when it is going to open and such! It'll be fun! I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-8513505541436107511?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/8513505541436107511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=8513505541436107511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8513505541436107511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8513505541436107511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/07/lumos.html' title='Lumos!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3473835350606196874</id><published>2009-05-15T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:48:56.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I never thought the day would come that I would announce proudly that I am a TREKKY! haha I went and saw Star Trek and totally loved it! The main dude is ridiculously good looking and the show itself was funny and intense, everything it needed to be! I do have to admit that when they first showed the "bad guys" space ship I started laughing, to me it looks like a flying squid, but the rest of the movie was soooo good. I loved all the eye candy it offered as well as how I was completely drawn in the whole time. Wow that was a great film, but Spaq (however you spell his strange name) isn't really attractive and can't really act, but it was still fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://thecinemasource.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/star_trek-chris_pine.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.thecinemasource.com/blog/2008/10/20/12-photo-stills-from-star-trek/&amp;amp;usg=__t9Jjkp_whiMiezVftgPLtRJwdK0=&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=23&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=kSC1oImYk_I_6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=93&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DChris%2BPine,%2Bstar%2Btrek%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108863603707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3473835350606196874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3473835350606196874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3473835350606196874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-happened.html' title='It Happened...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1924457799780669121</id><published>2009-04-26T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:19:57.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't think that the next two days could possibly come by fast enough!!! I have three more finals and after 2:00 on tuesday I should be home free(hopefully it doesn't take me longer than that)! So my brain is about to burst from learning about prejudice to the quadratic formula to the pharmacokinetics of ginseng....I don't think my brain can take it anymore, thank goodness for summer! I am so looking forward to it...please come and stay soon. thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S- How do you like the new look...I'm still not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1924457799780669121?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1924457799780669121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1924457799780669121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1924457799780669121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1924457799780669121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days.....'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2506293298139449618</id><published>2009-03-16T14:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:46:23.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;So During Spring Break I went to Iowa to hang out with Gwen girl while Beck was in the hospital  with this new illness of his. It was so fun to play with the kiddos and to see Nate and Kim, seriously it had been what seemed like forever!  But hopefully next time Beck will be feeling much better!  Even with this crazy stuff going on in his system he is still so stinking funny and cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love this one! Even with his bruises he's adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313882757386467426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60NrQX-GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/o8lMoN5kErA/s320/100_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313882759123779394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60NxulP0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/hIThReOSqk4/s320/100_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gwen was being a goof and wanted to play with the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313882772178443394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60OiXDnII/AAAAAAAAALE/dUaj2x6Et_w/s320/100_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yay! They shared!(Not normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313882776436292626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60OyONPBI/AAAAAAAAALM/VjGHC_SLUcI/s320/100_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;One day Gwen was being her crazy self when she is just in her diaper and went and grabbed her pillow and made this bed on the floor as the rug as her blanket, I was laughing so hard this girl is crazy!  Her doll wouldn't lay down flat and she would just scream at it hoping that it would listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb61bpxiDmI/AAAAAAAAAME/FyHfRfLzPkU/s1600-h/100_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313884097018465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb61bpxiDmI/AAAAAAAAAME/FyHfRfLzPkU/s320/100_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb609Zx53iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DZGSBz5OwkY/s1600-h/100_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313883577328983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb609Zx53iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DZGSBz5OwkY/s320/100_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;She loves finger painting, but mostly just putting it on herself and then she would look at me and say,"I made a mess, its messy" it was so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb609Dpfc4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/fWMs6MlCM1c/s1600-h/100_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313883571388117890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb609Dpfc4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/fWMs6MlCM1c/s320/100_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to play with water so I let her have a tea party everyday where she just dumped the water back and forth between the cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb608UEpywI/AAAAAAAAALs/I_5o16qeXLE/s1600-h/100_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313883558617139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb608UEpywI/AAAAAAAAALs/I_5o16qeXLE/s320/100_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ya I had fun doing her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb608COg7UI/AAAAAAAAALk/nq3Gzb8AYCQ/s1600-h/100_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313883553826663746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb608COg7UI/AAAAAAAAALk/nq3Gzb8AYCQ/s320/100_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She destroyed this slinky that was originally for Beckham and then carried it around with her everywhere saying that its her pack pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb607754WII/AAAAAAAAALc/pmoKIGVswKk/s1600-h/100_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313883552129505410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb607754WII/AAAAAAAAALc/pmoKIGVswKk/s320/100_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60PYLafpI/AAAAAAAAALU/A3LZHt_EYIA/s1600-h/100_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313882786625126034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60PYLafpI/AAAAAAAAALU/A3LZHt_EYIA/s320/100_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Here's Beck with his helmet! I think he looks so cute!  But it makes his head even bigger haha it made me laugh.  This kid really has a huge noggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313884106839600802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb61cOXErqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/742jgTa1src/s320/100_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313884108978316706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb61cWU-5aI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2yIVrOzn8DY/s320/100_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313884114741880418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb61crzH5mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Mg-j_AZW-C4/s320/100_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had so much fun playing with Gwen and then I would cook dinner and tried to make it on time for when Nathan got home. I felt so domestic! We also watched The Nightmare Before Christmas like 500 times because it is her favorite!  Its so cute to watch her dance and sing to all the songs and she really knows all the right moves and words! It was really fun though, but sucked that Beckham was in the hospital for it!  I sure hope he gets better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-2506293298139449618?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2506293298139449618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2506293298139449618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2506293298139449618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2506293298139449618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/03/iowa-baby.html' title='Iowa Baby!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/Sb60NrQX-GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/o8lMoN5kErA/s72-c/100_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3746979497240107622</id><published>2009-03-03T12:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:09:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This morning I went on a run. I know...me running not the norm because I have always thought that I hated running without proper motivation such as a soccer ball in front of my face.  What I figured out is that I actually love running once I get going, but getting stretched and ready and waking up that part of it just isn't my thing.  This morning though was so great!  I got up at nine and got ready and got Molly all jazzed up to go and off we went.  Molly is really great to run with except that she can poop while she is running right by my side so I don't even know she's doing it!  I looked back at one point and there was a line of crap just right in a row haha what a nasty weird dog!  But the point is I've decided to start working out so that my bod looks hot for summer and because I'm seriously out of shape!  This really was the first time I worked out worked out for like a year! I've done wii fit and such, but thats not like intense cardio.  I also realized with becoming a physical therapist assistant I'm going to need to be strong to help those people get better, it may require heavy lifting and with my noodle arms that just wouldn't happen!  So I figured I will put it out there and let everyone know that I am getting fit because if more people know what I'm doing the higher the expectations and the more motivated I will be...hopefully.  As far as food goes I don't think I'm going to change anything too drastically, just smaller portions and less junk, but mostly I want to focus on exercising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3746979497240107622?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3746979497240107622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3746979497240107622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3746979497240107622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3746979497240107622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/03/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-14097385972730932</id><published>2009-02-17T18:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:17:20.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am now going to do a little Picture dumping because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I haven't shown a lot, so here are some fun pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYiE5ERI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdu7lDlYQ1I/s1600-h/100_0357%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954353902129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYiE5ERI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdu7lDlYQ1I/s320/100_0357%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Baby Tiya was not happy with me for flashing lights at her, so she decided to karate chop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYfydcVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pPIUgYPPfZ8/s1600-h/100_0358%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954353287950674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYfydcVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pPIUgYPPfZ8/s320/100_0358%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; And stick her tongue at me, she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYNgDb8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/rGzDnK8AMQI/s1600-h/100_0349%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954348378910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYNgDb8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/rGzDnK8AMQI/s320/100_0349%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Lindsey and I after we decided not to eat sugar! haha that Lasted long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuXwY7-5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dxJqTMOGuyY/s1600-h/100_0346%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954340564433810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuXwY7-5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dxJqTMOGuyY/s320/100_0346%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Gwen girl and Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuXmHZ0VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/64rUcsi9UVU/s1600-h/100_0332%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954337806537042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuXmHZ0VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/64rUcsi9UVU/s320/100_0332%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Fake Happy Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtskj07GcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FhDOQhrvlOQ/s1600-h/100_0344%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952361507199426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtskj07GcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FhDOQhrvlOQ/s320/100_0344%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Gwen came and played with us for a while which was so fun to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtskQpsSwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BcV0c-_FAnM/s1600-h/100_0317%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952356359817986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtskQpsSwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BcV0c-_FAnM/s320/100_0317%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; I cut my hair!!! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsj613c-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZRhr8MxtE04/s1600-h/100_0252%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952350505300962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsj613c-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZRhr8MxtE04/s320/100_0252%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Me and the boys had an ugly picture taking contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsjiFnYMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z3kzM0C2y8I/s1600-h/100_0247%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952343860469954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsjiFnYMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z3kzM0C2y8I/s320/100_0247%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; This was good, mostly Drew just stuck his arms out, not gettin the whole point of the face, but this one is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsjczQabI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WxrWfuRdSq0/s1600-h/100_0226%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952342441290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtsjczQabI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WxrWfuRdSq0/s320/100_0226%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; On our way to Lake Powell!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1565183864484269314-14097385972730932?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/14097385972730932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=14097385972730932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/14097385972730932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/14097385972730932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-now-going-to-do-little-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SZtuYiE5ERI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdu7lDlYQ1I/s72-c/100_0357%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3867891125140005457</id><published>2009-02-17T18:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:31:01.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So I finally know what I want to do with my life! Wahoo! You people out there who know me best are probably thinking "Ya right give it a week and there will be something else"  Well while that is typically spot on I think that I really know what direction I am going now.  So here is what I want to do...drum roll please...I want to be a Physical Therapist assistant!  I know thats sort of anti-climatic but I'm excited!  So Devdog has been going water therapy since his bad breaking arm fall and he has loved it and he is also getting much stronger, so I went with my momma to observe and it looks like something that I would love!  I've always known that a desk job is just not for me so this gets me moving and while its work its still fun(for the most part), After dev's session was over I talked to his therapist and she said that I could shadow her and do all sorts of fun stuff to really make sure that its something I want to do!  YAY!  Its great to have something to work towards!  The end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3867891125140005457?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3867891125140005457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3867891125140005457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3867891125140005457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3867891125140005457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='LIfe'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-8333643783312737445</id><published>2009-01-20T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:09:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonestar</title><content type='html'>I have another job...I am now a waitress at wait...ya you guessed it Lonestar.  Training was really boring learning all about alcohol and how to serve it correctly and such which is way boring and then I got to train with other people aka I do their job and they get my tip!!! haha anyway on friday it was the first day I was somewhat on my own, I got to keep the tips and it was pretty fun nothing too bad happened.  Today training was officially over and I am now completely on my own with this one!!! AHHH! haha so I started off the night by placing the wrong order--which luckily she liked it better that what she had originally ordered so on that one I was safe, but then some cute old ladies came in and I was taking them some water and boooooshhhh I spilled a glass of water all over this poor old lady!!!! I was trying so hard not to laugh, but it was really hard!  She stood up real quick and I was able to get the water situation under control, but then she started exclaiming that she can't find her CTR ring and so I am crawling on the floor inbetween their legs trying to find this ring and I am not seeing it anywhere, we even got a flashlight to check all the cracks and such but then I stand up after like five minutes on the floor and it was right in front of my face...go figure.  When I gave her the ring they all just started laughing over the whole thing(luckily) and they ended up giving me a pretty decent tip.  I think it gave them more excitement then their used to.  haha so the rest of the night was pretty good ranging from funny drunk germans to the most adorable 9 month old twins.  At least it kept me entertained.  I think i'm going to like this job...the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-8333643783312737445?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/8333643783312737445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=8333643783312737445' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8333643783312737445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8333643783312737445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonestar.html' title='Lonestar'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-2340435973578136377</id><published>2009-01-08T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:00:24.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am now addicted to reading the Post Secret blog!  It's where people send in post cards that have their secrets on them and then they post them on the blog for everyone in the world to see.  Some of them are so funny and others are ridiculously sad, but either way it is something interesting to read about how other people view life. the link is postsecret.blogspot.com check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-2340435973578136377?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/2340435973578136377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=2340435973578136377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2340435973578136377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/2340435973578136377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-380882515808198</id><published>2008-12-22T13:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:11:00.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow...snow...oh no....</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure if any of you are aware of how much it has been snowing!!!! And working in Kaysville where they seem to think it a sin to plow the roads has been a little crazy.  I first started not liking snow because when it would melt it would turn to ice...then I would fall and break my arm.  That was my first winter living with snow.  Then I realized that its only pretty when its falling and when no one is driving.  Once a car goes over it, goodbye pretty white snow and hello ugly gray snow that sticks to my car and makes it dirty.  I do like snow when I'm playing in it though, I only last about ten minutes before I'm freezing, but still its a fun ten minutes.  Then you can drink hot cocoa and watch the snow fall.  Then really snow should go find the lakes and reservoirs and only fall there so that we can have enough water in summer to go boating! haha thats my little rant about snow....the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-380882515808198?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/380882515808198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=380882515808198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/380882515808198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/380882515808198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowsnowoh-no.html' title='Snow...snow...oh no....'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-366996208035244523</id><published>2008-11-17T18:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:38:40.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Singing in my Car</title><content type='html'>So I will post later some fun stuff that I've been up to but until then please enjoy this story.  The other day I found my Queen's Greatest Hits cd and I was so excited to listen to it!  It was wonderful for the long drive all the way up to Weber!  It really woke me up and made it so that I didn't fall completely asleep in my 8:00 class.  So school gets over and I get in my car and start to drive to work.  Then comes on my favorite Queen song...Fat Bottom Girls!  I was singing at the very top of my lungs and I was totally into it, then I got the feeling that I was being watched DUN Dun dun... and I was.  I looked over to my right(I was stopped at a light) and there are these two boys just laughing their heads off staring at me.  So of course I feel awkward, but at the same time I'm mad because they just made me forget about my favorite song that I was really enjoying singing to.  So the light turns green  and the driver is driving but still staring at me just waiting for me to start again  so I looked at him and just gave the biggest cheesy smile and then crusty. hehe  He stopped looking at me after that and then I put the song on again and went on my merry way.  Seriously what is so fascinating about someone belting out a sweet tune in their car?  I think it is very theraputic.  thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-366996208035244523?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/366996208035244523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=366996208035244523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/366996208035244523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/366996208035244523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-singing-in-my-car.html' title='Just Singing in my Car'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-3265700540532077007</id><published>2008-10-23T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:59:35.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great 8</title><content type='html'>8 Favorite TV shows...&lt;br /&gt;1. Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;4. Arrested Development&lt;br /&gt;5. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;6. Jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;7. Deadliest Catch&lt;br /&gt;8. Myth Busters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants...&lt;br /&gt;1. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy Sumo&lt;br /&gt;3. California Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;4. Arby's&lt;br /&gt;5. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;6. Coldstone...i love ice cream&lt;br /&gt;7. El Matador&lt;br /&gt;8. Doug and Emmy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to School&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch Harry Potter 5 with my momma&lt;br /&gt;4. played with Devdog&lt;br /&gt;5. Made Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;6. ate a whole load&lt;br /&gt;7. brushed my teeth&lt;br /&gt;8. almost did homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Halloween!!! Oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;2. Having money that isn't going to bills&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching Office tonight&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting Finals over with&lt;br /&gt;6. Making something of myself&lt;br /&gt;7. learning how to sew&lt;br /&gt;8. Cooking something yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I love about Fall...&lt;br /&gt;1. Pumkin pie&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing family&lt;br /&gt;4. Warm clothes&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretty Colors&lt;br /&gt;6. Halloween&lt;br /&gt;7. hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;8. Fall Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wishlist...&lt;br /&gt;1. BMW z8-oh baby&lt;br /&gt;2. travel the world&lt;br /&gt;3. one hottie of a hubby&lt;br /&gt;4. a cute old house with a monster of a yard&lt;br /&gt;5. to sleep as long as i want&lt;br /&gt;6. to know what to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;7. to do something productive and worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;8. to be oh so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag DUN Dun dun....&lt;br /&gt;all of my great family!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3265700540532077007?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3265700540532077007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3265700540532077007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3265700540532077007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3265700540532077007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-8.html' title='Great 8'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5389747777432384926</id><published>2008-10-09T19:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:13:36.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Tag</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules: I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only! Then I must pass it on to seven others.The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Blondie&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Funny!&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Brownies&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? crampy&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal?  blissfully happy&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? ghetto basement&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? spiders&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? family&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? catwalking&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? bashful&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? bmw&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? mormonville&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? laughed&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? deer&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? that's what she said&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? spastic&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? crappy&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? goofy&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? many&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? cherry smoke&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? deer&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? anthropology&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? rocked&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? sure&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? pink&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? currently&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? currently&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1-Kristin&lt;br /&gt;2-Tibi jr.&lt;br /&gt;3-Becky&lt;br /&gt;4-Whitney&lt;br /&gt;5- Anyone&lt;br /&gt;ya thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5389747777432384926?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5389747777432384926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5389747777432384926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5389747777432384926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5389747777432384926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word-tag.html' title='One Word Tag'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-8916354430699880365</id><published>2008-10-09T18:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:17:16.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Alright so this was a couple of weeks ago, but I can never manage to keep track of my camera and its usb cord at the same time. Now I finally have them both together so I can post a cute picture with a fun time attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255316763279141922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SO6iwJlorCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/euYlsxsbsrA/s320/100_0240%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my BEST friend in the whole wide world Kristi Kay Esplin. We have been best friends since we were 5 years old! Its so crazy how 15 years fly! ahhh! Anyway she has been having a rough couple of months so she came up for the weekend just to detox and hang out! So our fun filled adventure started with us going to Lagoon. We decided to start with the haunted houses because they were the closest to the entrance and so we could make good time on our rideage. So it was scary! haha we were laughing the entire time, but the nervous laugh that means that your really scared but trying to cover up! so ya screaming was definitely happening! Then we went on all the rides that really get your adrenaline going and I have never screamed for such a consistent stretch of time! First the crazy happenings of The Spider, followed by the freaky Wicked which I highly recommend! Oh man it was so funny! We would be so nervous that we'd just giggle before they went and then scream until nothing would come out!! Then came The Rocket. haha I love this ride but am highly afraid of it at the same time! When we were standing in line a little girl was about to blast off and she was just sobbing saying "Daddy don't make me do this!" With big ole alligator tears streaming down. It was heart breaking! But she blasted off and came back down with a big grin on her face! Well when we were sitting there waiting I felt exactly like that little girl! I really felt like I was hyperventilating! I wanted to turn to Kristi and say "Don't make me do this!" haha but what a thrill!!!! I love how the wind just rushes my face! So it was totally worth it! Then it started to sprinkle and we decided to try and find the car before we got drenched... too bad. We could not find the car for the life of us! (it is now pouring) We are searching that dang parking lot and now its been like ten minutes! (it starts to hail!) We hurry and hide behind this jeep laughing so hard that I can't stand straight and completely soaked through! We finally find the car after like 15 minutes and man it was so funny! So we got to my house and cleaned up and watched the best movies EVER! Hocus Pocus and My Best Friends Wedding. Then we decided to go on a walk and have fun chatting and what not...it rained again! haha we just couldn't avoid it! So we hung out on the porch with my momma watching lightening and laughing our guts out! Thanks for the fun Kristi! Love ya girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-8916354430699880365?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/8916354430699880365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=8916354430699880365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8916354430699880365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/8916354430699880365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-weekend.html' title='FUN Weekend!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SO6iwJlorCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/euYlsxsbsrA/s72-c/100_0240%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-9143997680972039560</id><published>2008-10-01T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:48:28.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Music Video EVER!</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite music video of all time.  To the right of this post is a link to YouTube and watch the top one.  My roommates and I learned this dance and all of the words to the song.  I only aspire to be as good as the real dancers, they inspire me to dance my heart out regardless of how embarrassing or how many people are watching you. So here is the amazing "I Wanna Love You Tender"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-9143997680972039560?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/9143997680972039560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=9143997680972039560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/9143997680972039560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/9143997680972039560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-music-video-ever.html' title='Worst Music Video EVER!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4698381546866907631</id><published>2008-09-30T12:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:24:59.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny kid</title><content type='html'>So my Grandma Willard told me the funniest story and I just had to share it with everyone.  She was substitute teaching for my aunt Liz's class and the kids where supposed to be writing in their journals.  She was standing by one of the kids when he looked up at her and said, "I bet you were kinda pretty when you were young." haha so funny! and then she told him, "Ya were not very cute when we're old huh?" haha I was laughing so hard! By the way you are cute even when your old! I love you grandma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-4698381546866907631?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4698381546866907631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4698381546866907631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4698381546866907631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4698381546866907631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-kid.html' title='Funny kid'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1045050477531708012</id><published>2008-09-16T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:58:11.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>So this isn't exactly an uplifting post so if you don't want to read it thats completely fine!  Anyway for a couple of months I have been dating a certain someone and I have had so much fun and we have done some awesome things, but I never felt completely right about it.  I just never thought, "This is someone who I could see myself with" so I was always a little uneasy about the relationship.  But even with that feeling I kept seeing him and never said anything.  One week(last week) he had become really clingy and I just was getting so annoyed that I knew that I had to talk to him and let him know how I was feeling.  The night that I had decided that I needed to talk to him he called me and asked me what was wrong because he noticed I had been acting differently.  So I told him that I didn't feel right about us and that I think we should just be friends. ahah I know the classic line, but I really meant it!  He got really defensive and mad because he didn't see this coming and he told me that he doesn't want to date other people because he would just compare them to me and they would suck after that. I had no idea what to say to that but I pretty much told him he would have to get over it because I don't want to go out anymore.   So then we talked for 3 hours!!! At the end we had decided that we would be friends and still hang out because we do have a lot of fun together.  Then on Sunday I got asked out by a guy that is one of his friends friends.  So I said okay and our date was going to be for tonight.  Last night I was talking to 'him' and he wanted me to go to his game tonight so I told him the truth that I was going on a date.  He seemed alright with it so I didn't think anything of it.  This morning the guy that I was supposed to go out with called and said "We've got drama" and I was so confused!  He told me that the guy I was dating called his friend and got really mad that they would give another guy my number.  So this guy told me that its okay and we should just hold off for a week or two until things settle down.  I thought that was nice!  But I was so mad! He doesn't have any claim on me anymore! I don't even know what he is thinking because I thought I made that pretty clear!  What can I say to make things more final? I don't understand it, but I just needed to get that off my chest because I don't think its right that he is interfering with my life.  I guess I need to confront him about it, but its not going to be pretty. I don't know what to do! haha well thats my life I hope all of yours is going better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1045050477531708012?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1045050477531708012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1045050477531708012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1045050477531708012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1045050477531708012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-6896127126400181167</id><published>2008-09-09T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:30:49.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Festival</title><content type='html'>Okay so my bishop called and randomly decided to put me in charge of making the ward video for a film festival that our stake is having!!!! aHHAHAHahaha! I have no idea what to do and the video is due on October 4th!  The theme is "You call THIS simpliying?" and I think that is not a very good theme, but I will have to get over it and figure something out.  But basically I am asking if anyone has any ideas of what I could do.  I am having people come over to my house tomorrow to help think of ideas, but if they aren't good I want back ups! haha! So If any ideas come to your head let me know! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-6896127126400181167?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/6896127126400181167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=6896127126400181167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6896127126400181167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6896127126400181167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/09/film-festival.html' title='Film Festival'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-319103504748326166</id><published>2008-08-30T11:36:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:02:01.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>Alright this one is a biggie!  I think I owe it to an amazing summer so I decided to post all of the fun things that I did!  I don't have pics of flaming gorge and bear lake but they were awesome and thanks pops for hauling my butt around on a wakeboard for so long!!! I loved it!  Now I'm not the best blogger so I hope this all makes sense, but these are not in any particular order, they just happened at some point!  This is my Salute to Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Chelsy, Jess, and I at Liberty park!  We started off on the ferris wheel and made our way to the paddle boats to go around the pond of death!(There were dead d&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWWJZSzzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zhfY64B9HYU/s1600-h/00000080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240384948645580594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWWJZSzzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zhfY64B9HYU/s320/00000080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWVXz8tRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i9htYQl39Sk/s1600-h/00000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240384935335605522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWVXz8tRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i9htYQl39Sk/s320/00000077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cks floating around!sick) And&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWWaRf_0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/lo9dJXZ027w/s1600-h/00000086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240384953176293186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWWaRf_0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/lo9dJXZ027w/s320/00000086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we went to Astro burger.  Chels and Jess got these amazing burgers.  I ordered salmon, and they brought it out raw!!! sick! I love sushi but I can't handle a huge chunk of raw fish! Thats just nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfCIBn2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-uA0g8dw2A4/s1600-h/00000044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240380703266414434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfCIBn2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-uA0g8dw2A4/s320/00000044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lindsey and I had so much fun playing at Newport beach in California! We went to California for my great aunt Virginia's funeral. She was such a sweet lady and will be greatly missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfcn0zOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-FAW4H8dd6I/s1600-h/00000043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240380710379113698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfcn0zOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-FAW4H8dd6I/s320/00000043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man big wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfiCSJUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qyts8PlF1eE/s1600-h/00000051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240380711832266050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSfiCSJUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qyts8PlF1eE/s320/00000051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the beach we were still excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSf-5IC5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zIz_Fyh-a4k/s1600-h/00000055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240380719578483602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmSf-5IC5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zIz_Fyh-a4k/s320/00000055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not get my eyes to open all the way!!! It was so weird so for like and hour that is how my eyes looked. I really think I look stoned, but I wasn't! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmReoFYY2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/b0bctNsFdvw/s1600-h/00000031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240379596764373858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmReoFYY2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/b0bctNsFdvw/s320/00000031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first night there we stayed at such a ghetto hotel! I found a nasty sock(below) in the sheets of our bed! ahhhh it was disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRe4DyGnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U2Nd7DJh4O4/s1600-h/00000035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240379601052637810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRe4DyGnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U2Nd7DJh4O4/s320/00000035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the lock we had to lock our door. Not exactly effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfFNckRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6XOa1O5F404/s1600-h/00000036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240379604582830354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfFNckRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6XOa1O5F404/s320/00000036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya we were freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfO7CgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0s5DCFtZlGk/s1600-h/00000038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240379607189979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfO7CgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0s5DCFtZlGk/s320/00000038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my funny grandparents with their tennis shoes on! haha What goofs! Notice that this is a much nicer hotel room! I didn't want to give up that bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfpnBXaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EZ_Fi4y03es/s1600-h/00000042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240379614353776034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmRfpnBXaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EZ_Fi4y03es/s320/00000042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmP7FblX9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/PqjE8KDjOL8/s1600-h/00000020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240377886655209426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmP7FblX9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/PqjE8KDjOL8/s320/00000020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenyon took me to see Brian Reagan at Thanksgiving Point. These were the best pics I got and they're pretty bad, but thats all I got! I thought he was pretty funny, but Kenyon thought otherwise. It was a fun night though! I slipped in a puddle and soaked my jeans and then we laughed and spilled all the mike n ikes. Oh man crazy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmP7Izq7cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dCOPGWHS7YU/s1600-h/00000030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240377887561543106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmP7Izq7cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dCOPGWHS7YU/s320/00000030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOpgGTYXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ic0f5ZuYzEw/s1600-h/00000009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240376485064434034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOpgGTYXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ic0f5ZuYzEw/s320/00000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day Devin and I were playing and laughing and such then we both just crashed! We were so tired! haha and my mom was there to get the picture of it! It's not a flattering picture, but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOp3OQkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xnFJOCE8pNs/s1600-h/00000016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240376491271819554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOp3OQkSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xnFJOCE8pNs/s320/00000016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess invited me to go play at her cabin for a weekend and it is somewhere in utah that is pretty! It was way fun! We went and found all of these little lakes and then we got lost on our way back trying to find her cabin! haha Oh man that was entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOqPhHxLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iPEH16uz-Xk/s1600-h/00000013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240376497793385650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmOqPhHxLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iPEH16uz-Xk/s320/00000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240374242854907282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmMm_N5LZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qA3kPhyjW8g/s320/00000005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kim, Nate, Gwen and Beckham came to see us! It was so much fun! Unfortunately these are the only pictures that I got of that. So here is Gwen barely awake! haha It was so fun to play with her and Beckham! I love them and I think that they should move back to Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmMnN5wPFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GUdFeFByPQ0/s1600-h/00000008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240374246796966994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmMnN5wPFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GUdFeFByPQ0/s320/00000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmLOZQSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nnv_kWdGC_M/s1600-h/00000110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240372720835897282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmLOZQSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nnv_kWdGC_M/s320/00000110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright this is me and Cecilia (my 'little sister') and we went and played at liberty park. She got a little camera happy. It was so funny to watch her &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmLODyTBuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hnrmtpYrnQg/s1600-h/00000108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240372715072980706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmLODyTBuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hnrmtpYrnQg/s320/00000108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;try to sneak up on the geese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJYNxT6XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r0tgrZ8OuOo/s1600-h/00000089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240370690528635250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJYNxT6XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r0tgrZ8OuOo/s320/00000089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the wakeboarding season began! I love the picture where my toenails match my board beautifully! So this is my first time ever wakeboarding and we went to Utah Lake. And then my momma boarded as well and did awesome and then decided to be a cowgirl on the tube! haha &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJYvd84aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6OZ4IGjEfo/s1600-h/00000090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240370699574239650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJYvd84aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6OZ4IGjEfo/s320/00000090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's so funny!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJY0Xq9bI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Eb8rWuouM_Y/s1600-h/00000096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240370700890076594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmJY0Xq9bI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Eb8rWuouM_Y/s320/00000096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1565183864484269314-319103504748326166?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/319103504748326166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=319103504748326166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/319103504748326166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/319103504748326166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SLmWWJZSzzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zhfY64B9HYU/s72-c/00000080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1679662771312293215</id><published>2008-08-28T10:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:19:09.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Oh man its weird to be back in school.  I really like most of my classes though and I think that I'll learn a lot!  But then there is my computer class.  It is a required class so I have to take it even though it is ridiculous!  The people in there seriously had to have grown up in the middle ages!  They know nothing at all about computers and they're my age, what is wrong with the world?  So yesterday I get to class and I sit down and turn on my computer and log in and all that fun stuff.  Then this kid comes and sits by me.  He is pushing the keys moving the mouse and clicking trying to get the screen to pop up.  I know that in this instance I could have been nice and just helped him, but I took the less noble road and I started counting in my head how long it would take him to figure out he has to turn it on.  I got to 46 seconds, which is a long time to be pushing keys, when he turned to me and was like, "Is there a trick to getting the screen to come up?" It took all I had to not laugh and then I said, "Well you have to turn it on."  I could tell that he felt way stupid, but I thought it was so funny!  Then throughout the rest of the class this poor kid just did not get it.   A lot of people didn't understand the things that I thought were mandatory to live in this age, like where the start button is on the computer.  Anyway weird, but at least it kept me entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1679662771312293215?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1679662771312293215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1679662771312293215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1679662771312293215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1679662771312293215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-4365390886814347430</id><published>2008-08-15T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:42:02.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Blueberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You Are a Blueberry Flavored Popsicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpopsicleareyouquiz/blueberry.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very unusual person. For you, summer is all about adventure and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant and bright. Your mind is always sharp and working at full capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out new and different experiences. You get bored very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very creative. Of all of the types, you're the most likely to invent a new popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpopsicleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Popsicle Are You?&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/1565183864484269314-4365390886814347430?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/4365390886814347430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=4365390886814347430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4365390886814347430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/4365390886814347430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/08/yum.html' title='Yum Blueberry'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-7027145713429361255</id><published>2008-08-07T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:53:57.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>Wow! That is all I have to say and for the sake of not ruining anything for other people I will give a very generic version of my thoughts on this!  First off this is the strangest book of all of them, seriously weird.  I loved it though and the end is great!  I will say though that I wanted certain characters to die and they just didn't!  Thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-7027145713429361255?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/7027145713429361255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=7027145713429361255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7027145713429361255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7027145713429361255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-6014701753070618740</id><published>2008-08-06T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:24:47.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman and Vampires</title><content type='html'>Last night Natalie and I went and saw Batman and wow I thought it was awesome!  There were some disturbing parts for sure but the crazy thing is The Joker would be killing someone and I would be sitting there laughing!  Man that got my attention.  He was hilarious but no wonder he went nutty in real life!  Then on Monday I went and bought Breaking Dawn and I am on around page 540 or something and all I can say since I don't want to ruin it for the rest of you is WHAT? Anyway once one of you out there finishes it give me a holler because I need to talk about this!  So that has been my mythological week so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-6014701753070618740?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/6014701753070618740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=6014701753070618740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6014701753070618740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/6014701753070618740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/08/batman-and-vampires.html' title='Batman and Vampires'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-7483166991454575665</id><published>2008-07-18T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:26:05.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristi Tagged Me... ya thanks</title><content type='html'>10 Years Ago- I was ten years old (nasty awkward stage!)  Kristi Kay was my bestest friend and we pretty much ruled. We were in love with the man in the yellow shorts!  We spent our days playing princesses with skirts on our heads and chain on the trampoline. Ya those were some good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago- I was 15 and lets see this would be ninth grade and that year ruled! Lets see my best friends at this time were Whitney and Kristin.  We had fun playing charlies angels and other such crazy things.  Boys were pretty much the only things on our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Months Ag0- Well that would be in February and I was in school hating every minute of physics and of course loving abnormal psychology!  It was snowing a lot and I am not so much a fan of snow, so I was fishtailing. Umm nothing too exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on my To-Do List-&lt;br /&gt;        1) Clean my room!! its so gross!&lt;br /&gt;        2) Get my hair trimmed of its nasty ends&lt;br /&gt;        3) Play with my niece and nephew who are here from Iowa!!!&lt;br /&gt;        4) Bake a dessert&lt;br /&gt;        5) Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I Enjoy-&lt;br /&gt;        1) Cereal&lt;br /&gt;        2) Fruit Snacks&lt;br /&gt;        3) Chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;        4) chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;        5) string cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I was a billionare&lt;br /&gt;1) First I would pay off all my bills and families bills so that we could all just chill&lt;br /&gt;        2) I would buy a sweet house with a pool and an awesome boat and wakeboard!&lt;br /&gt;        3) I would build a center for children who can't read good, haha jk(zoolander), I would do some form of charity, something to do with either transplants or families with disabled kids that need help&lt;br /&gt;4) I would travel the world with people whose company I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;       5) ya I don't know what else, but it would be awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Habits I have&lt;br /&gt;       1) When I'm in the car alone, or with devin I belt out whatever song is on as loud as I possibly can!  It totally entertains me&lt;br /&gt;       2) I am completely ocd when it comes to money, and debt scares the crap out of me so when I feel like I'm getting low on cash I always figure out every possible option for me to not have to get a student loan or whatever, but I seriously have a notebook just covered with numbers and budgets and stuff, I know I'm a freak!&lt;br /&gt;       3) After I biff it when I'm wakeboarding or somehow fall out of the boat or something, right when my head comes up i do a weird blowing whistle thing to get the water off of my lips&lt;br /&gt;       4) I am always quoting movies in normal conversation&lt;br /&gt;       5) I always double check the lock on my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I've lived before&lt;br /&gt;      1) Well First Bountiful is where I was born&lt;br /&gt;      2) Kaysville&lt;br /&gt;      3) Dixie Downs&lt;br /&gt;      4) Santa Clara&lt;br /&gt;      5) Centerville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;     1) Babysitting&lt;br /&gt;      2) Nanny for Dev Dog&lt;br /&gt;      3) Hogi Yogi dun dun dun&lt;br /&gt;      4) I was an outfitter at the Princess McKinley Wilderness Lodge in Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;      5) Administrative assistant at Fusion Imaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Tags- Kim, Holly, Kristin, Tibi, and anyone else who wants to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-7483166991454575665?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/7483166991454575665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=7483166991454575665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7483166991454575665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/7483166991454575665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/07/kristi-tagged-me-ya-thanks.html' title='Kristi Tagged Me... ya thanks'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-7439090856197229209</id><published>2008-06-23T12:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:32:19.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Oh man here it is:&lt;br /&gt;100- I really like to cook.  I don't very often, but when I do I really enjoy it, especially playing around with my own recipes.&lt;br /&gt;99- Ya I love Spice Girls, I don't know what it is but their music is really fun to dance around to.&lt;br /&gt;98- Boating is the most relaxing thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;97- It also kicks my butt when i wake board.&lt;br /&gt;96- I love pink&lt;br /&gt;95- I highly dislike mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;94- Rollercoasters make me happy&lt;br /&gt;93- Summer is what I live for&lt;br /&gt;92- I'm not so much a winter fan&lt;br /&gt;91- I love shoes, but I always buy the same kind&lt;br /&gt;90- I volunteer for Big Brothers Big Sisters and I really like it&lt;br /&gt;89- Ice Cream is the greatest invention&lt;br /&gt;88- Jelly beans are my favorite candy, especially the starburst kind&lt;br /&gt;87- I pretty much only wear jeans that are the brand Silvers&lt;br /&gt;86- In Alaska I drove a B-list movie star around&lt;br /&gt;85- Her name is Miranda Richardson and she didn't even tip, (Rita Skeeter-Harry Potter, The mom lady- Phantom of the Opera, and others) But other than that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;84- I can't roll my r's&lt;br /&gt;83- I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;br /&gt;82- When I get home from work almost everyday I immediately change into sweats&lt;br /&gt;81- I love Jane Austen books and movies&lt;br /&gt;80- I love to read in general&lt;br /&gt;79- Harry Potter is pretty sweet&lt;br /&gt;78- So is the Twilight series&lt;br /&gt;77- I love avacados&lt;br /&gt;76- Teletubbies scare me&lt;br /&gt;75- The Office is the greatest show on television&lt;br /&gt;74- I love to go on walks&lt;br /&gt;73- My niece and nephew live in Iowa and it makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;72- I have another niece or nephew on the way and I am totally stoked! Way to go Dain and Alyse!&lt;br /&gt;71- My family is the most important thing to me&lt;br /&gt;70- Pickles are so good&lt;br /&gt;69- These pretzels are makin me thirsty&lt;br /&gt;68- I like it when my boss randomly hands me a $50 bill&lt;br /&gt;67- I have a sunburn and it is starting to itch&lt;br /&gt;66- I have never been outside of the North America area&lt;br /&gt;65- My car smells like cigarette smoke and it makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;64- I love to drive around downtown salt lake and find little shops that I never knew were there&lt;br /&gt;63- I love to play in the fountains at Gateway&lt;br /&gt;62- I have a lot of favorite movies, but the one that I quote the most often would be  A League of their Own&lt;br /&gt;61- I quote movies a lot and people don't understand my jokes, but it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;60- My mom is my hero and best friend&lt;br /&gt;59- Sometimes I don't understand what she's saying either and then I laugh&lt;br /&gt;58- Flaming Gorge trips are what I look forward to the entire year!&lt;br /&gt;57- There is nothing cuter than Devin when he gets excited and does his high step and crazy arms&lt;br /&gt;56- I am not attached to my cell phone and constantly forget where I put it&lt;br /&gt;55- I hate it when I am hanging out with people and they can't put their cell phones away&lt;br /&gt;54- I love to randomly bust a move&lt;br /&gt;53- I can't sing worth crap, but I always try&lt;br /&gt;52- I still love to slide down the stairs with sleeping bags and card board boxes&lt;br /&gt;51- Long boarding is really fun&lt;br /&gt;50- I love to listen to music&lt;br /&gt;49- Les Mis is really fun to sing along with&lt;br /&gt;48- I love watching dance recitals, or professionals&lt;br /&gt;47- I really want to buy a hybrid car&lt;br /&gt;46- I think David Letterman is much funnier than Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;45- Football games are way fun to watch in real life, but I don't like watching them on TV&lt;br /&gt;44- During the last NCAA Basketball tournament I won $400 and the Willard Family Trophy, its pretty intense&lt;br /&gt;43- I like the word intense&lt;br /&gt;42- I don't like to cry because it gives me a heachache, so I don't very often&lt;br /&gt;41- I don't like going to school very much&lt;br /&gt;40- Being outside is the best&lt;br /&gt;39- I love to read outside on a hammock, too bad I don't have a hammock huh?&lt;br /&gt;38- I loved living in st.george because the weather was always perfect&lt;br /&gt;37- I only like snow on Christmas, and when I'm sledding, but then it should all just go away!&lt;br /&gt;36- Thanksgiving is always so fun and crazy!&lt;br /&gt;35- Anne of Green Gables movies are definitely high on my list of favorites&lt;br /&gt;33- I hate shaving my legs&lt;br /&gt;32- Every time I go bowling I break a nail&lt;br /&gt;31- I love to sleep, it is just so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;30- I used to get my brothers in trouble for things they didn't do, or did but not right then, i was a manipulative child&lt;br /&gt;29- I really had a fun childhood&lt;br /&gt;28- Roosters really scare me&lt;br /&gt;27- So do spiders&lt;br /&gt;26- I really just don't like bugs&lt;br /&gt;25- I don't like wearing shoes that require sock, I really just don't like wearing shoes, but I like shopping for them&lt;br /&gt;24- Sometimes I want to cut my hair off&lt;br /&gt;23- I never like my hair when i cut it short&lt;br /&gt;22- Its fun to work with my Dad and Trevor and Dain and uncle Terry&lt;br /&gt;21- I love sports drinks like gatorade and propel&lt;br /&gt;20- Watching golf is really fun, but I don't like playing it&lt;br /&gt;19- I love trampolines&lt;br /&gt;18- I still don't step on cracks on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;17- I never use sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;16- I don't like to wear necklaces&lt;br /&gt;15- Tadpoles are fun to catch&lt;br /&gt;14- Hansen Idaho at Zola's house is one of my favorite places&lt;br /&gt;13- I like to play tennis, but am not very good&lt;br /&gt;12- Picnics are so much fun&lt;br /&gt;11- I want to travel all around the world&lt;br /&gt;10- One of my life goals is to learn how to surf&lt;br /&gt;9- I don't get stressed very easily&lt;br /&gt;8- I work well under pressure&lt;br /&gt;7- I want to learn how to snowboard&lt;br /&gt;6- I am really excited for the Olympics to start&lt;br /&gt;5- My Ipod is truly amazing&lt;br /&gt;4- Working in Alaska was a great life experience&lt;br /&gt;3- I always have nail polish on my toes, but rarely on my finger nails&lt;br /&gt;2- I don't know how to drive a stick&lt;br /&gt;1- My favorite smell is freshly cut grass&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it and it only took me 4 days to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-7439090856197229209?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5642794040708731222</id><published>2008-04-03T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:24:06.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WppBJr2nI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NB_pOL6Vbg/s1600-h/adventures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185237068135783026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WppBJr2nI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NB_pOL6Vbg/s320/adventures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the promised pics!  They are in a strange order, but here is the main idea:  The Pics with Natalie and I are at her Apartment messing around, in the video we were trying to play the game where you keep moving your face and then take a picture and see how it turns out, but I accidently hit the video button.  The pics with Jensen and I are at the Alvin Ailey dance concert at Kingsbury Hall.  Thank you again Nicole and Lauren for the tickets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WppRJr2oI/AAAAAAAAADM/3H4JTNa1nz4/s1600-h/adventures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185237072430750338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WppRJr2oI/AAAAAAAAADM/3H4JTNa1nz4/s320/adventures+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WpphJr2pI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xk7B2XmF-P4/s1600-h/adventures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185237076725717650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WpphJr2pI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xk7B2XmF-P4/s320/adventures+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R_WokhJr2iI/AAAAAAAAACc/QiBb3M_D1mY/s1600-h/adventures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185235891314743842" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Well Lately I have been doing some fun things and soon I will post pictures of them but here is a little sneak peak.  I went to Logan and I stayed with Natalie up at her apartment and those were great times.  Then Jensen and I got to go to the Alvin Ailey Dance Concert and we had a blast.  Thanks to Nicole and Lauren for the tickets!!!  Now today at work I am sitting here answering phones and all that jazz and suddenly this bird just smashes into the window right in front of me!  I started laughing, but ten seconds later it did it again and again and again!  Right now it is still just smashing into the window I wish I had my camera so I could video it!  Well that is all for right now, but I promise to get pictures up soon!  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-3222293408754194733?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/3222293408754194733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=3222293408754194733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3222293408754194733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/3222293408754194733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-bird.html' title='Crazy Bird'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-1308252642769287214</id><published>2008-03-24T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:09:18.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Right now I am not doing anything too exciting.  I just got a 'C' on my physics test. Pretty sweet! haha at least I'm passing.  Then right now I am just chilling at work.  I have been watching a whole lot of the NCAA march madness!  It has been crazy!  I really hope Kansas wins it all because if they do then I will win something for once in my life! Wahoo! I guess I shouldn't be celebrating yet...oh well.  Today I have to go to an art gallery and really I am just writing that to remind me to go. I have to write an essay for art about a piece that I find in the gallery that I like.  Then on TV I saw a commercial for wedgiefree underwear and I am pretty stoked to try those out.  I will let you know how that turns out! haha Well that is my life right now if anything exciting happens I'll let ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-1308252642769287214?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/1308252642769287214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=1308252642769287214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1308252642769287214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/1308252642769287214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5967549506012381553</id><published>2008-02-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:24:09.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaskan Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I know that not many of you have had the chance to see pictures my my fun time in Alaska so this is an easy way to let you all know the basics of what I was up to for those fabulous 4 months of my life.  I did lose my camera in the process of coming back to Utah so these aren't my favorite, but are definitely do-able.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcnzSmCgI/AAAAAAAAABc/LQcXTvj5rNU/s1600-h/34130014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204535911156226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcnzSmCgI/AAAAAAAAABc/LQcXTvj5rNU/s320/34130014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is on Mt.McKinley with my chicka's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcpDSmChI/AAAAAAAAABk/POIM4Kh_lC0/s1600-h/Summer+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204557385992722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcpDSmChI/AAAAAAAAABk/POIM4Kh_lC0/s320/Summer+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only igloo that I saw in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcqDSmCiI/AAAAAAAAABs/42cRj0xCzqU/s1600-h/Summer+2007+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204574565861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcqDSmCiI/AAAAAAAAABs/42cRj0xCzqU/s320/Summer+2007+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance to our lodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcrDSmCjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q48U0FG4XTk/s1600-h/Summer+2007+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204591745731122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcrDSmCjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q48U0FG4XTk/s320/Summer+2007+289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcsDSmCkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxQBocZfjzI/s1600-h/Summer+2007+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204608925600322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcsDSmCkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxQBocZfjzI/s320/Summer+2007+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the train that I was on at least twice a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbWjSmCbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XX12nF2F1Nc/s1600-h/Fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203140046784946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbWjSmCbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XX12nF2F1Nc/s320/Fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lumberjacks!OU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbXDSmCcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w83BmlrR2GA/s1600-h/salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203148636719554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbXDSmCcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w83BmlrR2GA/s320/salmon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, I am riding a giant salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbXzSmCdI/AAAAAAAAABE/itPyhIodZHA/s1600-h/softball58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203161521621458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbXzSmCdI/AAAAAAAAABE/itPyhIodZHA/s320/softball58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbfDSmCeI/AAAAAAAAABM/LzFYhsiQNt0/s1600-h/Summer+2007+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203286075673058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbfDSmCeI/AAAAAAAAABM/LzFYhsiQNt0/s320/Summer+2007+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbhDSmCfI/AAAAAAAAABU/09gLBktFMSM/s1600-h/Summer+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203320435411442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dbhDSmCfI/AAAAAAAAABU/09gLBktFMSM/s320/Summer+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun on the Motorcoach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daFDSmCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bHUAXcwI44Y/s1600-h/34130019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201739887446370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daFDSmCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bHUAXcwI44Y/s320/34130019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a climber that just got down from the peak and he was eating pudding with an ice pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daFzSmCXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xQuri099OL0/s1600-h/34130182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201752772348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daFzSmCXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xQuri099OL0/s320/34130182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are nice ladies that came for a couple days&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daGjSmCYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1KpRCOHDKxs/s1600-h/34130224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201765657250178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daGjSmCYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1KpRCOHDKxs/s320/34130224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Talkeetna office, ya it's pretty ghetto, but the normal office at the lodge is freaking sweet&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daHjSmCZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-mSeT8UZvDU/s1600-h/34130238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201782837119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daHjSmCZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-mSeT8UZvDU/s320/34130238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We carved Watermelons, to the left of the barfing melon is mine, RoadKill, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ran over it with a mule&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daIDSmCaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cSdyU3F6a3M/s1600-h/ah+crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201791427053986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8daIDSmCaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cSdyU3F6a3M/s320/ah+crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More salmon...that was way fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565183864484269314-5967549506012381553?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5967549506012381553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5967549506012381553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5967549506012381553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5967549506012381553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/02/alaskan-adventure.html' title='Alaskan Adventure'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/R8dcnzSmCgI/AAAAAAAAABc/LQcXTvj5rNU/s72-c/34130014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565183864484269314.post-5349192747815924507</id><published>2008-02-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:59:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Dictators</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So yesterday I was watching the news and they were talking about how Fidel Castro was backing down and making way for his brother.  When they showed Castro being interviewed he was in an Adidas jogging suit.  I don't exactly know what I expected when I saw him but it wasn't that.  I don't know about you but when I get the thought of 'evil dictator' in my mind I don't expect them to be joggers.  I lost some respect for his role as a horrible person.  It was like seeing Hitler wearing flip flops, it just doesn't match up.&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/1565183864484269314-5349192747815924507?l=haleyrunae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/feeds/5349192747815924507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1565183864484269314&amp;postID=5349192747815924507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5349192747815924507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565183864484269314/posts/default/5349192747815924507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleyrunae.blogspot.com/2008/02/evil-dictators.html' title='Evil Dictators'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773882389656568483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CJD7lXYIrE/SqvykAkL8KI/AAAAAAAAARU/rO4Rl8LKNT8/S220/049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
