<?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-7878478458902958090</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:27:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie Lyn</title><subtitle type='html'>LiFe Is LiKe A mIrRoR, yOu GeT tHe BeSt ReSuLtS wHeN yOu SmIlE aT iT :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-4064931847855222308</id><published>2011-03-20T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:59:46.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>Last week our bishop told us in sacrament meeting that this week we would be meeting an hour early for sacrament meeting and then coming back at two with four other wards for an "important" meeting. They didn't tell us what it was for, but I automatically knew that it was for a ward boundary change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too upset because I thought that we would still be in a ward with a lot of people from our same ward. Well, that wasn't really the case. It was just our street that got moved out of our ward into another ward because our ward was so big. I only knew like 5 families in our new ward now. It was kind of a hard change because I just BARELY got to know everybody and to get close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike change... a lot. Eventually this will be a good change, but it's going to be hard adjusting and meeting new people all over again. The Lord knows what's best for everybody, and I know that this is what he wanted. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my life might be changing a lot more soon. I need to decide whether to move back to emery/price area and go to CEU, coach tennis, and TRY to find another job OR if I want to stay here, keep my full time job, and go to SUU.  I was set on SUU, but everything keeps on changing. I need to know soon because I need to apply for school and for housing. I've prayed about it and I still just don't know what to do. I will continue to keep praying, fasting, and getting blessings. I know whatever happens will workout and it will be good, but it's going to be super hard either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-4064931847855222308?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4064931847855222308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=4064931847855222308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4064931847855222308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4064931847855222308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-4561191834387205864</id><published>2011-02-27T23:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:40:11.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Life has been super crazy lately! I got a job finally! I now work at Convergys. It's a pretty good job. I work there full time and I get paid pretty good, so I'm excited to work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life schedule:&lt;br /&gt;*Wake up at about 7 sometimes 3 in the morning depending on what time my brother works to watch the kids.&lt;br /&gt;*Stef gets home from work at about 1 so that's what time I shower and get ready&lt;br /&gt;*Go to work at three-thirty&lt;br /&gt;*Get off work at midnight and come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my life basically consits of so I don't get much time to do anything, I hardly get time to sleep. I have Saturdays and Sundays off which is good because that's the time I have to catch up on my sleep unless I babysit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of off topic but it has to do with my life. I LOVE my ward in Cedar City. They're so welcoming, loving, and kind! I go to a family ward so that I can take Rachel. I also just don't really like singles wards. Singles wards are basically like seminary for 3 hours. You get those people who text constantly or talk constantly, those people who make smart remarks because they don't want to be there, and people who think they're better than everybody else and have to comment for like an hour about everything! I also hate how singles wards are basically to push you to get married. I go to church to better myself and to feel the spirit, I don't go to church to find a guy to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared at first going into a home ward because I thought I was going to get a visiting teaching partner who was like 80 who I had to drive around. My visiting teaching partner is actually only 21 and we visit teach a girl who is 19 so it's pretty exciting. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than church, work, and babysitting I really have no life! I love my life nonetheless and I wouldn't do anything to change it. I have awesome friends and family who are always there to help me and support me when I need them! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-4561191834387205864?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4561191834387205864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=4561191834387205864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4561191834387205864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4561191834387205864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3807272938371680890</id><published>2011-02-16T15:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:41:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGtEMxa0YqI/TVxPw8WUt2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rqP-zXyFLP0/s1600/tiffandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGtEMxa0YqI/TVxPw8WUt2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rqP-zXyFLP0/s320/tiffandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574418141029906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the best picture of me and my sister, but it's the only one I have on my computer right now! I love my sister! We are five years apart, and yet so close. Growing up she was always the bossy one. She definitely played the "big" sister role. She always wanted the bigger stuff, she gave me the things she didn't want, and she bossed me around A LOT. I was the little annoying one who didn't ever want to help her clean our room, I just wanted to run around and play. I always wanted to hang out with my sister and her friends which she didn't always like. She wanted her alone time alot, but I loved my sister. I looked up to my sister a lot. She started playing tennis, and so I started playing tennis. Almost everything that my sister did, I wanted to be just like her. Sometimes we were the best of friends, and sometimes we were the worst enemies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg1cFUvEtAo/TVxQs7oiJzI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fS_o-mZltxk/s1600/rileyrachel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg1cFUvEtAo/TVxQs7oiJzI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fS_o-mZltxk/s320/rileyrachel.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574419171629999922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley and Rachel are about the same as me and my sister. They're about four and a half years apart. Riley is the bossy older sister. She controls what she gets, and gives Rachel what she doesn't want. Rachel won't help Riley clean their room, she just runs around and plays! Rachel just loves her sister so much. She wants to see her all of the time. Whenever they're together they always fight, but whenever they're apart they whine that they want to see eachother. Rachel looks up to Riley so much. Every time Riley does something or everytime she has a toy, Rachel wants to be just like her. It's crazy how these two are so much alike me and my sister! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3807272938371680890?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3807272938371680890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3807272938371680890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3807272938371680890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3807272938371680890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/sisters.html' title='SISTERS'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGtEMxa0YqI/TVxPw8WUt2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rqP-zXyFLP0/s72-c/tiffandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2907995424793606444</id><published>2011-02-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:01:10.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE &lt; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUIOubPs-TI/TVoj3THuYpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aqcnStnSr80/s1600/pinkheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUIOubPs-TI/TVoj3THuYpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aqcnStnSr80/s320/pinkheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573806921756861074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frist of all I don't like Valentine's Day for the fact that a lot of people just give their lovers flowers because they feel "forced" or they feel guilty that they don't give their lover flowers because it's a holiday. I don't even like to call it a holiday, it's just another day. Valetine's day is actually the day that Saint Valentine was murdered, so there you go, let's celebrate somebodies death by giving each other flowers! I would rather get flowers and be loved on some random day than get flowers on the same day as everybody else. It's not as special, and not as unique. I would want it to be special for me, not shared by everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't like to celebrate Valentine's Day, I do believe in love. I would just like to dedicate a post to the people in my life that I love, even though I tell them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents. My dad has been my biggest supporter through everything. He always encouraged me to get good grades and to do my best in life. He played tennis with my countless number of hours. He always helped me with my homework and my computer problems. My dad is truely amazing. My mom has helped me so much in life. She is the strongest person I know, and she has the most faith of everybody I know. My testimony grows stronger everyday because of her. She makes me want to continue to better myself. I love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my siblings. Travis, Jeremy, Tyler, Nathan, Tiffany, Justin, and Adam. I love them all. We have faught, laughed, smiled, cried, yelled, and loved each other. I love them for different reasons. They have all supported me and I love them for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my nieces and nephews. Little kids just bring such a light into my life. They make life seem so simple! I love spoiling each one of them. One day I would love to be a mother, but for now I get to enjoy spoiling and loving my nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. Jessica Colby has been my best friend since I was very young! She has been there for me through some of my hardest times in life! We have gotten into so many fights, but nothing can ruin our true friendship. I love her to death! Jennifer Jensen is such an amazing person. I met her in high school. I love talking with her, shopping with her, and running with her. Naomi Snow is such an amazing example to me. She has such a strong testimony and I look up to her for that. We are very similar and I love that. I just love her. (:. I love all of my tennis girls! I loved our time working hard, having fun, talking, laughing, messing around, and our bus trips. My tennis girls have supported me throughout high school and they've always been there to cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I have such a huge family and I love it! I love getting together with all of my family. We love to play spoons, scum, and smash. We are very voilent. We have broken bones, ripped a blanket, and broken a table while playing spoons. Even though we have a huge family, I have a special and different relationship with each one of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-2907995424793606444?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2907995424793606444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2907995424793606444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2907995424793606444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2907995424793606444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-3.html' title='LOVE &lt; 3'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUIOubPs-TI/TVoj3THuYpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aqcnStnSr80/s72-c/pinkheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-4923693316867803989</id><published>2011-02-01T22:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:07:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Ann Frisbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjxDnM76dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1ZWScjFfKaI/s1600/elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjxDnM76dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1ZWScjFfKaI/s320/elizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568965983608760786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an aunt again! YAY! On January 17th my sister-in-law had her baby. Nathan and Amanda decided to name her Elizabeth Ann Frisbie. She is named after both grandmas, and two aunts. My mom's and my sister Tiffany's middle name is Ann, and Amanda's mom's and her sister's middle name is Elizabeth. Also, my niece Riley's middle name is Elizabeth so she was really excited.(: Elizabeth looks exactly like my grandma Christofferson (my mom's mom). I love her so much! Compared to Rayson she is so tiny! She is way sweet, I could hold her all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzQn6uJ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/XcpieFRuuag/s1600/xanderandelizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzQn6uJ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/XcpieFRuuag/s320/xanderandelizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968406162352050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander just loves his little sister! Most youngest kids will get jealous because they're not getting as much attention but Xander is just the opposite. He absolutely adores his little sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzMGR9HjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-af5iTxwVsI/s1600/pappaandelizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzMGR9HjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-af5iTxwVsI/s320/pappaandelizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968328413519410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Elizabeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzE9dbULI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HbSy68T5g-4/s1600/nateelizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzE9dbULI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HbSy68T5g-4/s320/nateelizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968205786632370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is so excited to be a dad. I am so proud of my brother and the steps that he had to take to get to this place in his life. He had to turn his life completely around. He is a great dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzExzypsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iXyTnLrhBlc/s1600/momandgrandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzExzypsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iXyTnLrhBlc/s320/momandgrandkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968202659210946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and the babies. She just loves them so much. Even though she can't get up a do a lot of things she is still an awesome grandma and an excellent mom! The kids absolutely love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzERdHuwI/AAAAAAAAAds/jceQ0cLgbME/s1600/melelizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzERdHuwI/AAAAAAAAAds/jceQ0cLgbME/s320/melelizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968193974188802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her lots! Compared to Rayson so is so tiny so I could hold her all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUj0bPId8SI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JorH0nCVbHY/s1600/grandmaelizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUj0bPId8SI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JorH0nCVbHY/s320/grandmaelizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568969687999312162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. My mom would NOT let anybody hold her. Once she got her, there was no getting her back. My mom loves Elizabeth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzERezLVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/g3ZpOdytKHI/s1600/elizabethstongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzERezLVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/g3ZpOdytKHI/s320/elizabethstongue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968193981230418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a baby stick out their tongue as much as Elizabeth does. She loves her tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzEAOOX9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hsNLqLFGU-8/s1600/elizabethann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjzEAOOX9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hsNLqLFGU-8/s320/elizabethann.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568968189348306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, her tongue. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-4923693316867803989?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4923693316867803989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=4923693316867803989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4923693316867803989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4923693316867803989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/elizabeth-ann-frisbie.html' title='Elizabeth Ann Frisbie'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TUjxDnM76dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1ZWScjFfKaI/s72-c/elizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3275137745260745870</id><published>2011-01-03T20:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:16:59.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TSKQ6Nbo8_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dzsJQp-Us-s/s1600/merrychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TSKQ6Nbo8_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dzsJQp-Us-s/s320/merrychristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164219841016818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am living with my brother, I got to be in their family Christmas picture this year. We weren't even going to do a picture, but considering we have three brothers in jail and a sister in Georgia, we thought it would be a good Christmas present! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was good, but it definitely didn't feel like Christmas.  There was no snow! I have had a white Christmas before, but I have definitely never had a "wet" christmas before. I was so sick of the rain. This was also my first Christmas away from home, so that just added on to the non Christmas feeling. This year I had to work the day before and the day after Christmas, which wasn't exactly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Even we went to our cousin Kolden's house. We ate dinner with her and her family and just talked for a while. Once we got home we had to wait for Rachel to get to bed so we could wrap her presents and put them under the tree. Getting her to go to bed is nearly impossible! We were up until about 2 in the morning before we could wrap her presents! The reason we don't wrap her presents before is because she would unwrap them before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning Trav, Stef, and I woke up before the kids did! We went and woke up Rachel and she was super ornery! We told her that Santa had came and she could honestly care less. Then we told her that he brought her presents and she jumped right up and ran into the living room! As soon as she got in there she just started grabbing presents and wanting to open them. She thought ALL of the presents were her's! We had to explain to her that Santa had brought all of us presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we opened presents we went to pick up Riley from her mom's and then we headed to Beaver to visit my brother Tyler. Visting Tyler was probably the best part of my Christmas. I miss him so much! It makes me sad when my brothers make stupid mistakes to get them in trouble because I love them so much and I want them to do good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley got to open her presents when we got home. Santa brought her a bike and she was way excited! Rachel got pots and pans to cook like her mom, and she also got a cinderella baby with a stroller and a swing. Rachel loves being like her mom.  Rayson got a toy that he absolutely loves! I got him a little monkey suit and he looks so cute in it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to come home on the 27th and visit with my parents. It's nice visiting with my parents. My parents spoil me so much! Most youngest kids will tell you that they are not spoiled, but I definitely am spoiled. I was expecting to get maybe like one little present since i am moved out now. I got and iPod touch, $50 iTunes card, $60 maurices card, CTR ring/necklace, and a movie! All of my other siblings got chocolates and a present for each of their kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to visit with my brother Nathan and his family when I came home because they came and visited for a couple of days. They were going to stay longer, but they weren't even supposed to come at all because Amanda's doctor didn't want her to travel. She is due in about a month, but she has never carried a baby full term so she could have it any day. Since it snowed they decided they better go home before  get stuck here without her doctor, which is totally understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas ended up being pretty good this year! It was fun to see the kids excitement when they saw that Santa had came and brought them presents. Kids definitely make Christmas exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3275137745260745870?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3275137745260745870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3275137745260745870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3275137745260745870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3275137745260745870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TSKQ6Nbo8_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dzsJQp-Us-s/s72-c/merrychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1409585929871533236</id><published>2010-08-30T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:48:35.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayson Travis Frisbie</title><content type='html'>On August 19 my nephew, Rayson Travis Frisbie, was born. He was 8 lbs 12 ounces. I was soo excited to have a new nephew!  We got a call that night from my brother and he said that his son wasn't doing very good. he said that Rayson wasn't breathing on his own so he had to be life-flighted to a different hospital! It was soo scary! We prayed a lot, and we even fasted.  Every time I talked to my brother he said that the baby was just doing worse.  My brother told me that every time he went in there it was so scary to watch his sons lungs sink in everytime he went to take a breath. It just made me want to cry. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about four days baby Rayson started to do a little better.  He gradually got better and he got to go home after about a week. He still has to be on oxygen, but we're very thankful that the cute little boy is a little better and got to come home!  All of the prayers, fasting, and faith really helped. I'm thankful for God and all that he does for us, we truely are blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZxOSOmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LpmKUf5yXcg/s1600/travrayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZxOSOmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LpmKUf5yXcg/s320/travrayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511415726634842722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZmfpjRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7vYIJy8og-Q/s1600/rileyrayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZmfpjRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7vYIJy8og-Q/s320/rileyrayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511415723754884370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZdmmNxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/I36cpHFVb00/s1600/momrayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZdmmNxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/I36cpHFVb00/s320/momrayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511415721368106770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7YwiLIDI/AAAAAAAAAas/-cQdiiq48_Q/s1600/kidsrayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7YwiLIDI/AAAAAAAAAas/-cQdiiq48_Q/s320/kidsrayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511415709269958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-1409585929871533236?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1409585929871533236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1409585929871533236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1409585929871533236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1409585929871533236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/rayson-travis-frisbie.html' title='Rayson Travis Frisbie'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/THx7ZxOSOmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LpmKUf5yXcg/s72-c/travrayson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-9122611171726497857</id><published>2010-07-03T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:46:13.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TDAgDEVCoQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y8uEm28B2rM/s1600/summergames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TDAgDEVCoQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y8uEm28B2rM/s320/summergames.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489923182838325506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago Adriane Weihing, my doubles partner my sophomore and junior year, decided to go play in the summer games.  We didn't do very well, basically we got screwed over but we won't get into that.  We got 4th place, and we were only 1 point away from getting the bronze medal. We had fun, just wished we would've done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I didn't get to go to summer games because I had girls camp.  I was soo mad that they were both the same time.  My first thought was that I was NOT going to girls camp because I had to go to summer games. After a couple of talks and a lot of thinking, I decided that girls camp was the better choice, and that I was going to survive even though I had to miss something VERY important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I looked at the dates and I was soo excited to find that they weren't at the same time and I would be able to go to both. Girls camp got pushed back a week this year because of bad weather previous years, so I got to go to both. :) I signed myself up for singles (which I have NEVER played).  The day after I signed myself up I asked Gabbi Guymon, my tennis partner this year, if she wanted to come play with me.  She couldn't come because she was trying out for Snow College softball and she needed to get ready for that, and she was also on two county softball teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found out that Gabbi couldn't go, I asked Adri if she wanted to come play with me.  She also couldn't go because she was taking her finals for her college class the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo dissapointed when I found out that both of them couldn't do it because I love playing doubles, it's what I play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to text Marqui Moss, who was 2nd doubles on varsity this year, and she's only been playing for a year.  I never got a text back from her, so I just assumed that she didn't want to come play with me.  I texted a couple of other girls that I thought might be at the level of play for summer games but they both couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days before the final deadline to register, I decided to text marqui again to ask her.  I looked at my phone right after I sent the text and it said "invalid destination".  So I looked at my previous texts and they also didn't send, so that's why she never texted me back. She doesn't have texting.  I called her that night and talked to her.  Her and her parents thought it was a great idea but they had to talk it out and figure everything out and they would tell me the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Thursday and it was the night of "The Last Run For Coach Gardner".  I saw her and the run, and she told me that she could go.  Right after the run I ran home so that I could hurry and register her before the deadline.  The website wouldn't let me register her and I was sooo frustrated!! Luckily, I knew the lady in charge pretty well, so I got ahold of her and she got her registered and everything was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week before summer games my dad told me that I needed to drive because he had to go to Beaver the next day and he couldn't leave my mom home alone.  The day before we had to leave, my car basically died.  I was so frustrated and I didn't know what to do.  My dad, being the amazing person that he is, decided that he would drive us, come back to Castle Dale, go to Beaver the next day, come back to Castle Dale, then on Saturday he would come back for my nieces birthday party and to pick us up.  Keep in mind that he was doing all of this with a hurt knee, driving a stick shift! He is such an amazing person, and he has supported me in tennis more than anybody!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo nervous to play! I didn't know what kind of competition I was up for, and I didn't even really know how well I would do at singles because I don't play singles.  We were really busy because I was playing singles, Marqui was playing singles, and we were playing doubles.  We didn't exactly have a lot of time to do anything.  We had to go check in at SUU before every match to get our tennis balls and then go to wherever we were playing which was either SUU, Cedar High, or Canyon View.  Every one of our matches the first day were at different locations.  It was soo crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first match went really well and I won the girl that I played 6-0, 6-0.  Marqui also won her first singles match. My second match that night didn't go very well because this girl was AMAZING.  I lost by a TON!  Marqui also lost her second match.  Me and marqui both won our third match.  I wont my third match 6-2, 6-1.  Our fourth match we had to play against each other.  I won Marqui 6-1, 6-2.  That means she was out of the tournament because she had lost two matches, but she got 4th so that's good.  The next day I played for 2nd place.  I had to play against a girl that Marqui had lost to so I was nervous.  I played against her and I won her 6-4, 6-0.  It was so exciting!  I could NOT believe that I got 2nd place!  The girl that got first sooo deserved it because she kicked everybodies butt!  She was REALLY good.  I won everybody else by a ton, and she beat me by a ton, so that just shows really how good she is!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marqui and I won our first match by forfit. We also won our second match by forfit.  There were these boys doubles there (they were SOOO freaking cute!) who were there and they had a forfit also, so we played against them. We won! It's not like it really counted, but it was soo fun to play against them.  They were super funny and WAY super cute. haha :) The next day we played for the finals. We won the girls 6-2, 6-0.  The girls that we won for Gold ended up getting the Silver, so even though we lost our other matches by forfit, we could've EASILY by any of the other teams because we won those girls by alot. They were actually a really good team, they played good, but we played REALLY good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would post this because it was way awesome that I got the gold in doubles and silver in singles.  I had such a blast.  Tennis is my favorite.  I'm also glad that I got to stay at my brother's house.  My sister in law cooked me good food, and I got to play with my adorable nieces.  They are going to be tennis players just like me.  They wanted to go play with me in all of my matches and everywhere I went, they wanted to go.  I just love them soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that it was way funny how everything ended up.  I wasn't even going to get to go in the first place, we got there and won the first two matches by forfit, and I got two medals!  It was crazy, but fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-9122611171726497857?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9122611171726497857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=9122611171726497857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/9122611171726497857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/9122611171726497857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-games.html' title='summer games'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TDAgDEVCoQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y8uEm28B2rM/s72-c/summergames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2186187582720856700</id><published>2010-06-08T11:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:28:32.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Gardner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FTbVtznI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k4Qh1yfbqfY/s1600/welovegardner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480464365359320690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FTbVtznI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k4Qh1yfbqfY/s320/welovegardner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Coach Gardner was by far the best coach ever!  He coached XCountry and Track.  He always ran with us, and had a smile on his face the whole time he was running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had coach for PE.  Every other Friday we ran the mile.  Coach Gardner told me one day that I should do track.  I didn't really know if I wanted to or not but I decided I wanted to.  He made it look fun.  A lot of my friends, my dad, and some of my family were telling me that I was crazy.  I have always been told that running is a punishment (by my Tennis coach) and that running isn't fun.  Well, I actually didn't know running could be fun.  I was about ready to quit my sophomore year because it was sooo HARD.   I puked soo many times at practice because it was so hard.  Gardner wouldn't let me quit.  Coach believed in me. I didn't quit and I learned that running was fun.  Coach Gardner made it fun.  I'm so glad that I got to have him as a PE teacher and a coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gardner was also my Social Dance teacher.  That was by far the best class ever.  It was the class I looked forward to going to the most.  It was a way fun class.  Who made it fun? Coach Gardner made it fun.  I don't think that anybody could ever teach that class as well as he taught it.  I loved dancing with him.  Most of the guys in the class didn't know how to lead, so it was such a relief to get to dance with him.  D'Lee, his daughter, was also in my dance class.  I could sit there and watch them dance the whole time and never get bored.  They dance so WELL.  I love the relationship that Gardner and D'Lee had.  They had an awesome relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At our last performance he told the seniors to get in the front and do the last line dance because it would be our last performance.  Little did he know that it would be his last performance, also.  I am so glad that I got to share our "last performance" with such an amazing person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coach Gardner passed away May 31st, 2010.  I was so devistated to come home from work to find out that he had died.  At first I didn't believe it, but as time went on reality started hitting.  I'm so glad that I got to have as wonderful of a man as Coach Gardner in my life.  I will miss him so much, but I know that God needed him.  We may not know why he had to go, but got knows why and that's what's most important.  We just need to trust in God that he knows what he's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gardner's funeral was VERY good.  One of my favorite quotes that Gardner always says is "Pain is temporary, pride is forever. So shut up and run!"  My new favorite quote was said that his funeral "Pain is temporary, life is eternal.  So shut up and live"  It's so true.  We don't need to worry about our trials or deaths because life is eternal.  We just need to live our life they way we know we need to live it so we can return to live with our heavenly father and our family again.  I'm so glad to be a part of this gospel and to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a chance to talk to D'Lee after the funeral and she told me that she was at peace the whole time.  I know that it was because the spirit was there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coach Gardner has blessed so many lives.  He did a lot for the school.  XCountry, Track, Promenade, PE, History... and probably more things that I can't think of.  I know that we weren't prepared for this.  He cared so much about our school.  He will definitely be missed by everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480464712843778546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6Fnp0d2fI/AAAAAAAAAZI/D7GmMTQj_38/s320/rock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love Gardner.  Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FT98SyPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dGLL71Bukic/s1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480464721871585698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FoLc3QaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-SiEdD4QDCI/s320/dadni.jpg" /&gt;My dad and Me. :) He loves Gardner also!  It has been very hard on my Dad.  They worked together, and they were very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480464727325455714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FofxKtWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0B5m7N4ksb8/s320/signingrock.jpg" /&gt;Signing the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-2186187582720856700?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2186187582720856700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2186187582720856700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2186187582720856700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2186187582720856700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/coach-gardner.html' title='Coach Gardner'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA6FTbVtznI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k4Qh1yfbqfY/s72-c/welovegardner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-5789282810812311715</id><published>2010-06-03T15:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:15:38.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA03Csw0BPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WkHB6TujoEs/s1600/gradd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480096841094923506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA03Csw0BPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WkHB6TujoEs/s320/gradd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it! I finally graduated from high school! I remember thinking in elementary that I was going to be stuck in school forever and that this day was never going to come. Graduation finally came on May 27, 2010! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will definitely miss all of my friends and all of the wonderful teachers. I have great friends from tennis and track that I will miss so much. I also had amazing teachers this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed played tennis all through high school, and I hope to continue playing. It seriously has helped me with everything! I can just go play and forget about everything. I also enjoyed doing track. It was super fun, great coaches, and great friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite classes this year were french, chorus, social dance, chemistry, and seminary. Yes, I have a lot of favorites, but that's because I had amazing teachers who made everything fun! The one that I looked forward going to the most was social dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss high school, but I'm excited to be graduated and I'm ready to move on. :)&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/7878478458902958090-5789282810812311715?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5789282810812311715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=5789282810812311715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5789282810812311715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5789282810812311715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation.html' title='graduation!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/TA03Csw0BPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WkHB6TujoEs/s72-c/gradd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3301083398447808817</id><published>2010-01-07T00:12:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:31:39.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California!!</title><content type='html'>I was invited to go to California with my aunt and uncle!  Wahoo!  On Christmas night I went back with them to their house.  6:30 in the morning on the 26th we left to go to California.  It was a long boring drive but that's okay because it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to California we just rested because it was like 6 or 7 and none of us felt like doing anything because we were tired from the car ride.  It was kind of nice to just relax, talk, and play a few board games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we just relaxed also because that's what you're supposed to do on Sunday.  When we woke up Sunday morning we all got ready and then my uncle Rex taught us a lesson on temples.  After the lesson we had a prayer and we were off to the San Diego Temple.  The San Diego Temple is one of my favorites!  It looks like a castle!  I felt the spirit a lot while I was at the temple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, we went to Sea World.  I forgot to bring my camera to Sea World so I will get some pictures from my aunt and post them later.  It was lots of fun and I'm glad I got to go.  We went and saw Shamu and the Sea Lions.  I really wanted to go see the dolphin shows but they were closed for some odd reason.  We also saw a 4d movie the Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went shopping and to the beach.  The beach was so beautiful.  I had lots of fun hanging out with my aunts and cousins.  I really had a lot of fun shopping with my cousin Bridgette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went on a bus tour of San Diego and then we went on a harbor excursion.  The traffic was so busy because of the holiday bowl or whatever it's called.  It was insane.  Oh well, San Diego was beautiful!  I really loved the harbor excursion.  I thought I was going to get sea sick but I didn't.  It was just awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we woke up at 6:30 so really 7:30 and headed back home.  I was going to get dropped off in Salina and have my dad pick me up but he ended up having to do music for a basketball game so I got dropped off in Cedar and stayed at my brother Travis's house until the 3rd.  I'm glad that I got to spend more time with my brother because I didn't get to see him very much at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the girls a lot because Stef and Trav both had to work.  I had a blast.  We got ready together, colored, cleaned their room, and we also went to Alvin and the Chipmunks.  It was such a good movie.  I love my nieces!  They really just make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I could spend Christmas with my family, go to California with more family, and then spend more time with family!  I just love my family! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKkzzzeeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5lUI95YU6sE/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893691225045474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKkzzzeeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5lUI95YU6sE/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the bus tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKkUt-jzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dC4FthHpf-4/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893682879106866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKkUt-jzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dC4FthHpf-4/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;harbor excursion. Jordan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKIf3HM9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/C0xttumgvrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893204833874898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKIf3HM9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/C0xttumgvrQ/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKIGvuqmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Z5FJF_PnI68/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893198092020322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKIGvuqmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Z5FJF_PnI68/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKHk-yH_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/f8DXMk17OZs/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893189028356082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKHk-yH_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/f8DXMk17OZs/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beach again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKHMKGurI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vuO6_zOAs1k/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893182364957362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKHMKGurI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vuO6_zOAs1k/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridgette and I at the San Diego temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKGsJxvpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mCTg2ld0F0Q/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893173773647506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKGsJxvpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mCTg2ld0F0Q/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; San Diego temple AKA the castle :) I LOVE IT&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3301083398447808817?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3301083398447808817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3301083398447808817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3301083398447808817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3301083398447808817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/california.html' title='California!!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WKkzzzeeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5lUI95YU6sE/s72-c/IMG_1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1190519033030834516</id><published>2010-01-06T23:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:12:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was way fun. We had most of our family there. The family that wasn't there was Tyler, Justin, and Jeremy. We missed them very much. My uncle Rex and Aunt Kaye Lyn also came with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family so much and I love the fact that I get to spend Christmas with them. The only ones there Christmas Eve night were me, Nathan and his family, and my mom and dad. We read the scriptures and we sang some songs. It's amazing how much little kids know about Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nathan and his family got here they showed us some of the presents that they had already opened. They got these presents from their ward in Monticello. One of the kids said, "We got these from Jesus," and then another one said, "yeah, Jesus is like Santa because he gives." ..... It almost made me want to cry that they said that. It was the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Christmas I was very spoiled.  I was convinced that since I was the youngest that I would never be spoiled just because I was the youngest.  That didn't happen, this year I was way spoiled.  I got a lot of stuff, but I was glad that I got to give also.  This year I got a purple laptop, a cell phone, a coat, gift cards, a trip to california (my aunt and uncle paid for me to go), and 100 dollars from my dad to take with me to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good dinner on Christmas.  My dad even cooked all of the dinner and he did such a nice job.  After dinner we played "would you rather" and so other fun games. We had such a great Christmas and I hope that everybody else did as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGrN9ULhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/64-ncYs6lGA/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423889403276963346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGrN9ULhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/64-ncYs6lGA/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan's step daughter Maridon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGq79xPZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xr-uv_iaI04/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423889398447029650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGq79xPZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xr-uv_iaI04/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan's step son Xander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGqT8c8EI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RHjNkwklBsI/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423889387704086594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGqT8c8EI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RHjNkwklBsI/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley with her little mermaid blanket grandma and granda got her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGpyg96pI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0ofJZEcCEBg/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423889378730437266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGpyg96pI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0ofJZEcCEBg/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel with her Dora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGpM5peSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KKJWddSZv4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423889368633407778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGpM5peSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KKJWddSZv4Y/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiff and Steve opening their wedding/Christmas gifts. (They decided to wait until Christmas to open their wedding presents.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WF5ABL6WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7_ZdgKzuN9w/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423888540541643106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WF5ABL6WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7_ZdgKzuN9w/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of us on Christmas morning&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/7878478458902958090-1190519033030834516?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1190519033030834516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1190519033030834516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1190519033030834516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1190519033030834516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WGrN9ULhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/64-ncYs6lGA/s72-c/IMG_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2923991718115358766</id><published>2010-01-06T23:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:56:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WFhQMtsCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_InqnYule0/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423888132568100898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WFhQMtsCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_InqnYule0/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On December 19, 2009 my sister Tiffany got married to a wonderful man named Steven Campbell in the Mount Timpanogous temple. I am so proud of my sister and the choices that she has made. I look up to her a lot, she is such a huge example to me! I am so happy for them both to be married and happy. I can't wait for them to have kids so I can be an aunt again. I just love little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was wonderful. I loved watching her dance with Steven and our dad. I know that she made the right choice and that she was truely happy. I am so happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCnh2WffI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ILomcFXTbRM/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884941850476018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCnh2WffI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ILomcFXTbRM/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steven's parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCnLldn5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/q9H6EskGXFM/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884935874060178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCnLldn5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/q9H6EskGXFM/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam, Travis, Steven, Tiffany, Nathan, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCmiKU8kI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5N8kNc4g8Is/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884924754391618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WCmiKU8kI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5N8kNc4g8Is/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The line: Tiffany (Steven's sister) me, dad, mom Tiff, Steve, Kent, Susanne, and Steve's friend&lt;br /&gt;Steven has a sister named Tiffany also. There will be two Tiffany Campbell's until Steven's sister gets married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7878478458902958090-2923991718115358766?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2923991718115358766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2923991718115358766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2923991718115358766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2923991718115358766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiffanys-wedding.html' title='Tiffany&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0WFhQMtsCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_InqnYule0/s72-c/IMG_0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-4011360463312898062</id><published>2010-01-06T23:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:38:40.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My family and I had a lot of fun on Thanksgving. My brother Travis came up with his family and so did my brother Nathan and his new soon to be family. Tyler and Adam were also there to celebrate Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a yummy dinner as always! Other than eating we played games, talked, and relaxed. I was so greatful that I got to spend Thanksgving with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few things that I'm greatful for are: Family, friends, seminary, church, tennis, school, work, teachers, life, babies, and most of all I'm greatful to god for giving me all of these wonderful things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423881905122850962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0V_2xKEOJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EdaVt4QjNaI/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's hard to get all of the kids too smile at the camera at a time. :) but all of these kids helped decorated this wonderful Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423881900413537090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0V_2fnRy0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/kJ0C68K4J5g/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rachel came in to my room and actually put on my shoes and that hat and grabbed the necklace and gave it to me to put it on her. i put my shirt on her also and took this picture.  She is a little me and I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423881891077745954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0V_181c7SI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UUWclvhtDdg/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Tyler playing with niece Rachel and niece Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423881882139199826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0V_1biViVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/F996x41GRx8/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids burried in leaves! They had so much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-4011360463312898062?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4011360463312898062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=4011360463312898062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4011360463312898062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/4011360463312898062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/S0V_2xKEOJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EdaVt4QjNaI/s72-c/IMG_0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-5205043723085253358</id><published>2010-01-06T23:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:24:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker!</title><content type='html'>I have been a huge slacker on my posting lately. I got a new laptop for Christmas so I can finally post! My old laptop broke completely because somebody accidently put it on a heater, and my desktop in my room is slower than a freaking snail. That's why I haven't been posting! Now I will try to update you on everything that has happened since thanksgiving. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-5205043723085253358?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5205043723085253358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=5205043723085253358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5205043723085253358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5205043723085253358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/slacker.html' title='Slacker!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-5531268707560520603</id><published>2009-10-22T17:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:03:51.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis is really over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, Melanie, tennis is really over.  :(  I seriously don't know what I'm going to do with myself now that tennis is over.  It's pretty much my life.  Do you know that thing called senioritis? Well, I had it when I was a sophomore, and if it wasn't for tennis then I probably would've dropped out.  I wouldn't really have dropped out, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season has been great.  Gabbi was a really great partner! We won every one of our matches except for two.  I really feel good about how well we played this year.  Gabbi and I took 5th in state, and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and my dad were great coaches.  I'm not just going to miss tennis, but I'm going to miss playing tennis with my dad every summer and I'm also going to miss Tom.  (Yes, that did take a lot of guts to say that I would miss Tom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until this summer so that I can coach all of the girls so they can have a wonderful season next year.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDyG_ViKtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9ylndIsBL0w/s1600-h/tennis+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDyG_ViKtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9ylndIsBL0w/s320/tennis+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395578555484744402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is going on our "I can't stand Tom" fan club page. :) I'm gonna miss this kid. (yes I know, I've said it twice! oh no! what's wrong with me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxb4WMUwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9vut2qU20HM/s1600-h/tennis+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxb4WMUwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9vut2qU20HM/s320/tennis+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395577814874084098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxbf_mIWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OH9J6uyZUEI/s1600-h/tennis+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxbf_mIWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OH9J6uyZUEI/s320/tennis+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395577808336855394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;part of the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxbNjtwWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AJeFtRsoe48/s1600-h/tennis+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDxbNjtwWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AJeFtRsoe48/s320/tennis+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395577803388076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seniors... and Tom. (we're trying to pull a Tom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvqYQ8tiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bX0avWVQprE/s1600-h/tennis+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvqYQ8tiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bX0avWVQprE/s320/tennis+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395575864936936994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvp-kG3DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vlZ0siu4sRM/s1600-h/tennis+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvp-kG3DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vlZ0siu4sRM/s320/tennis+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395575858037972018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Varsity (well, the varsity that was there at the moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvpQ1RJ3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/DIsOXd-t3zo/s1600-h/tennis+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvpQ1RJ3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/DIsOXd-t3zo/s320/tennis+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395575845761918834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My awesome partner, Gabbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvpANyGUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UJvNNZEqW1w/s1600-h/tennis+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDvpANyGUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UJvNNZEqW1w/s320/tennis+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395575841301338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yummy Cold Stone cake that I made that we ate at our party!&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/7878478458902958090-5531268707560520603?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5531268707560520603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=5531268707560520603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5531268707560520603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5531268707560520603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/tennis-is-really-over.html' title='Tennis is really over?'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SuDyG_ViKtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9ylndIsBL0w/s72-c/tennis+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-6747583314975971996</id><published>2009-09-07T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:20:10.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ScHoOl AnD tEnNiS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SqW_CpHSWJI/AAAAAAAAATE/uI4YJe47ieM/s1600-h/deltatennistrip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SqW_CpHSWJI/AAAAAAAAATE/uI4YJe47ieM/s320/deltatennistrip+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378915382080985234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while, what's new? I decided that I should actually get on here and post something, so I decided to write about school and tennis because that's about the only thing going on in my life right now, well except for working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with school since that's the worst part.  When school started my schedule sucked! I hated it, but not I got out of a class so it's not so stressful. My favorite class so far is french. It's so fun to learn, and I really like the teacher. Coach Dean is a great teacher!  I also love seminary.  I wish that I didn't have to miss it every tuesday and thursday for tennis, but I think I'll live. :)  My least favorite class would probably have to be biology.  I have no common sense, and I just suck at science altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis has been great so far.  I just love playing tennis, and I could probably play it 24/7 if my body didn't require eating and sleeping.  I worked really hard during the summer, so I hope that we will do well this year. So far we've played four matches and Gabbi and I have won every match except for one.  We've played against Delta, Carbon, Richfield, and North Sanpete.  We won everybody by a lot except for Richfield.  I think that we just didn't have the confidence that game because we can definitely beat them.  Tomorrow we play against Manti and they're good.  I'm super nervous but I know that if we try our best and if we have confidence that we will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that was my wonderful, boring update! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-6747583314975971996?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6747583314975971996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=6747583314975971996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6747583314975971996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6747583314975971996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-and-tennis.html' title='ScHoOl AnD tEnNiS!!!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SqW_CpHSWJI/AAAAAAAAATE/uI4YJe47ieM/s72-c/deltatennistrip+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1557574250692311068</id><published>2009-07-27T18:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:45:50.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christofferson Family Reunion 2009</title><content type='html'>Friday the 24th, and Saturday the 25th, we had our Christofferson family reunion.  It was at Willow Park in Lehi.  I had tons of fun.  It was great to see all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins.  I love all of my family so much!  We did a lot of stuff like roasting marshmallows, card games, water balloon volleyball, volleyball, and just a lot of other games.  I really had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so weird to have a family reunion without my Grandma Chris (Christofferson.. DUH!)   I love her and miss her so much!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5KDTY01UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_2iNhm6Igx8/s1600-h/familyreunion+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5KDTY01UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_2iNhm6Igx8/s320/familyreunion+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363305626849301826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shalece and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJEyxe3I/AAAAAAAAASc/pgu4n1qbtJc/s1600-h/familyreunion+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJEyxe3I/AAAAAAAAASc/pgu4n1qbtJc/s320/familyreunion+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304626499189618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousins Bridgette, Shaylyn, Shalece, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJZ-mlOI/AAAAAAAAASk/miapRPq27xc/s1600-h/familyreunion+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJZ-mlOI/AAAAAAAAASk/miapRPq27xc/s320/familyreunion+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304632185951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Kaye Lyn (mom's sister) being funny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJ4SfjHI/AAAAAAAAASs/CHLrbxpDpAE/s1600-h/familyreunion+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JJ4SfjHI/AAAAAAAAASs/CHLrbxpDpAE/s320/familyreunion+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304640322440306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Sandra (mom's sister) being the clean freak she is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JKUd09AI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0hSgn54ryvI/s1600-h/familyreunion+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5JKUd09AI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0hSgn54ryvI/s320/familyreunion+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304647886173186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water Fight!&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/7878478458902958090-1557574250692311068?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1557574250692311068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1557574250692311068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1557574250692311068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1557574250692311068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/christofferson-family-reunion-2009.html' title='Christofferson Family Reunion 2009'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sm5KDTY01UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_2iNhm6Igx8/s72-c/familyreunion+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2574974558319490681</id><published>2009-06-21T18:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:57:01.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Riley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7Wyg53Q5I/AAAAAAAAASI/qxpT7mkgDhY/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7Wyg53Q5I/AAAAAAAAASI/qxpT7mkgDhY/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349949570677162898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, June 20, was my niece's 6th birthday.  I can't believe that she's already 6.  It seems like five minutes ago she was born!  She's growing way too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go down to Cedar City for her birthday, but I had just got home from girl's camp the day before.  She was sad that I couldn't come, and I was just as sad as her.  Last year I got to be there for her birthday because I was there for summer games.  Summer games was the same time this year but I had girl's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for them to come up next weekend so I can give her her present.  I also can't wait to go swimming with her!  She makes me so happy! yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of us! 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7U5VbsjqI/AAAAAAAAARg/HQbf-qFEaq4/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349947488833670818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V77cn2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/CqQMMEBAOEI/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V77cn2zI/AAAAAAAAARo/CqQMMEBAOEI/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349948632909470514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V8KpMQDI/AAAAAAAAARw/iIA_M-9KZ-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V8KpMQDI/AAAAAAAAARw/iIA_M-9KZ-Q/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349948636988719154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V8UZKGbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tcCCzBiJBdQ/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7V8UZKGbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tcCCzBiJBdQ/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349948639605823922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-2574974558319490681?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2574974558319490681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2574974558319490681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2574974558319490681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2574974558319490681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-6th-birthday-riley.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Riley!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sj7Wyg53Q5I/AAAAAAAAASI/qxpT7mkgDhY/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-5984948323600411194</id><published>2009-06-19T21:31:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:38:54.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sjxny7izxdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Lycsi25Dflc/s1600-h/girlscamp09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sjxny7izxdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Lycsi25Dflc/s320/girlscamp09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264582084117970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a super long time since I've posted! I just haven't thought of anything to post.  Nothing really exciting has happened in my life since the last time I posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for girl's camp this year was Oh The Places You'll Go.  We got the theme from the Dr. Suess book.  Our wards theme was that we would go graduate from high school and get an education.  All of us girls made some cute graduation hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, June 16 I left for girl's camp.  The first night was JC night, and it was amazing!  I love all of those girls.  The dinner was super good that night, and we even got catered (SP?).  Every JC night we always make something for us and the other girls that come up the next day.  This year we made bracelets that have RPS on it.  That stands for Read Pray Smile.  Those were the challenges that the youth got at the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when all of the other girls got to come up.  We had so much fun.  The first day that everybody was up there we did our skit.  We messed up a couple of times but that's what made it funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really rainy the whole time, and there was a lot of mud but nobody ever really complained.  Everybody had a positive attitude, and i'm thankful for that.  I'm glad that I got to go because I had tons of fun.  I'm also thankful for the leaders and all of the work that they put into this.  They're so fun, and I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm can't believe that I'm done with girl's camp!  It seems like five minutes ago I was twelve.  I'm going to miss girl's camp so much!  I had a great time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxnXXKy3qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F95KXvCpTP8/s1600-h/girlscamp09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxnXXKy3qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F95KXvCpTP8/s320/girlscamp09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264108463251106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little Lacy and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgoYqGJUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S64H176r5Q4/s1600-h/girlscamp09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgoYqGJUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S64H176r5Q4/s320/girlscamp09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256704339354946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being happy, and Alisha making an angry face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sjxgo_wKhAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ND9-0yYfDGg/s1600-h/girlscamp09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sjxgo_wKhAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ND9-0yYfDGg/s320/girlscamp09+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256714833789954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laurel and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgpXEjfPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/5chgCzoiEDA/s1600-h/girlscamp09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgpXEjfPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/5chgCzoiEDA/s320/girlscamp09+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256721093328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki and me! I love her hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgprPnQZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/uMCdPZtnAEo/s1600-h/girlscamp09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxgprPnQZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/uMCdPZtnAEo/s320/girlscamp09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256726508421522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisha and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjL7K6ejI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VdyUIUQ81yk/s1600-h/girlscamp09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjL7K6ejI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VdyUIUQ81yk/s320/girlscamp09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259513922484786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjMRA_2LI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P-xP2g_nGyI/s1600-h/girlscamp09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjMRA_2LI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P-xP2g_nGyI/s320/girlscamp09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259519786473650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few of the girls on the last day!&lt;br /&gt;Brittany, Laurel, Rachel, Gena, Kelsie, and Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjMmmuklI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5mnQbczdSGg/s1600-h/girlscamp09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjMmmuklI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5mnQbczdSGg/s320/girlscamp09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259525581869650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our amazing assistant camp director Kaylee and me.  Cute, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we're in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjNJTBdJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7OwXCiYYSDk/s1600-h/girlscamp09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjNJTBdJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7OwXCiYYSDk/s320/girlscamp09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259534894462098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisha and Kaylee. Sooo ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjNdEvDpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wLfIvu-tw68/s1600-h/girlscamp09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SjxjNdEvDpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wLfIvu-tw68/s320/girlscamp09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259540203245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelsie and Lacy being happy to go home!&lt;br /&gt;Cutest sisters ever! This makes me miss my sister :(&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/7878478458902958090-5984948323600411194?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5984948323600411194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=5984948323600411194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5984948323600411194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5984948323600411194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-camp.html' title='Girl&apos;s camp!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sjxny7izxdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Lycsi25Dflc/s72-c/girlscamp09+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-324153762128342231</id><published>2009-05-04T20:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:03:42.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbon's Prom 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-secPspAI/AAAAAAAAANg/RVXp1UmpMN0/s1600-h/Prom+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-secPspAI/AAAAAAAAANg/RVXp1UmpMN0/s320/Prom+391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332170122808042498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, May 2nd I went to Carbon High's prom.  It was pretty fun.  My group was Randy and I, Brett and Brandi, Sydney and Connor, and Jordan and Tiffany.  We had so much fun.  For out date we just went and played a game and Randy and Brandi's house.  We played apples to apples and it was fun/way funny.  When we got sick of playing apples to apples, we decided to go to Walmart to play the Find the Item game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Find the Item game is where everybody says a description that the item should have and then whoever comes back with the item that best fits the description wins.  Since we had a lot of people, we played as dates so that we wouldn't have like five billion descriptions for each thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went back to the houses to get ready.  I got ready at Brandi's house because I didn't want to go all the way back home just to get ready.  Brandi did my hair, and I loved it.  It took me forever to get ready because we had to figure out sleeves with my scarf for my dress.  Thank goodness for safety pins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got ready we went to Sydney's house to eat dinner. We had ham, potato skins, salad, and cheesecake.  It was a way yummy dinner.  Sydney's parents took a lot of pictures of us after we ate dinner.  Taking pictures was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Brett's house after we were done at Sydney's because Brett's parents wanted to see all of us and take pictures.  I seriously thought I was going to go blind from all of the pictures that were taken that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the prom, Randy and I watched the promenade, and then we went and took pictures.  I don't know what it is with prom and pictures, but I really didn't want to take any more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom was pretty fun.  I'm glad that my group was fun and actually danced the whole time.  There was a lot of immodest dress which wasn't too good.   I'm not sure that you could call some of those dresses.  Brandi and I went up to request some songs and I never wanted to go up in the front again.  The front was lap dance central, and it was so loud up there.  Other than those few things, the prom was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the prom early because we were getting tired of dancing, and we really wanted ice cream.  When we were leaving, I got this brilliant idea to steal the big arch of balloons just to see how far we could get with it.  We took the biggest arch and started going.  Everybody was looking at us!  When we got to the front door, the security guard was like "did you lose some balloons?" and was thinking "no, you guys lost some balloons."  I really thought he was going to get mad at us but he didn't.  We weren't expecting to get away with all of them but we did.  We stuffed them in the back of the Suburban and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JB's to get all you can eat ice cream.  Brandi and I were going to have a contest to see who could eat the most ice cream and everybody else refused.  Turns out Brandi and I only ate one cup of ice cream and everybody else ate two or three.  It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice cream, we went to Arby's and walked up to the drive thru window and knocked on it.  We sang happy birthday to the guy working, just for fun, even though it wasn't his birthday.  It was pretty fun.  We just went and drove around a little bit and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was way fun.  I'm glad that I got the chance to go.  My group was the best, and they made it so much fun.  I'm really glad that I went to Carbon's prom!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oWmhJd4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/3Pw8XVc8gII/s1600-h/Prom+364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oWmhJd4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/3Pw8XVc8gII/s320/Prom+364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332165590080124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oXIdZweI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6rDAOmAzLpE/s1600-h/Prom+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oXIdZweI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6rDAOmAzLpE/s320/Prom+381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332165599191220706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oXuXUIiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CvrLceaHfBA/s1600-h/Prom+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oXuXUIiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CvrLceaHfBA/s320/Prom+389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332165609366233634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi and Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oX8UUcGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0GiZWQwzcBY/s1600-h/Prom+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-oX8UUcGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0GiZWQwzcBY/s320/Prom+395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332165613111767138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiffany and Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-q5norGqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Dkc-940VAOs/s1600-h/Prom+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-q5norGqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Dkc-940VAOs/s320/Prom+387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332168390698801826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our corsages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-q5wrDmzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-VpU8QCKNzc/s1600-h/Prom+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-q5wrDmzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-VpU8QCKNzc/s320/Prom+412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332168393124715314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the balloons that we stole (I cut some off so I could have some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-ow3KdmuI/AAAAAAAAANA/CbxJl-4qlHk/s1600-h/Prom+408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-ow3KdmuI/AAAAAAAAANA/CbxJl-4qlHk/s320/Prom+408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332166041224977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi feeding my because apparently I ate too slow and I wasn't allowed to feed myself&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/7878478458902958090-324153762128342231?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/324153762128342231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=324153762128342231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/324153762128342231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/324153762128342231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/carbons-prom-2009.html' title='Carbon&apos;s Prom 2009!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Sf-secPspAI/AAAAAAAAANg/RVXp1UmpMN0/s72-c/Prom+391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1976192588946645475</id><published>2009-04-15T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:33:21.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Seal4w4b9SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bykFk8ujMiU/s1600-h/tennisball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Seal4w4b9SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bykFk8ujMiU/s320/tennisball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325126004025062690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is pretty much my life.  I can't even tell you how much I miss tennis.  Whenever we have a day with good weather I have something to do, it's really sad.  Everyday that I do have time to play tennis it's bad weather.  I really just wish we had some indoor courts somewhere in Emery in Carbon county so that the weather wouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that this year would just be over so that tennis could start.  Other days I wish it wouldn't come because I don't want to be a senior.  I don't want tennis to be over with.  I really don't know what I'm going o do without tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis makes me feel good.  It's like I forget about everything when I'm playing tennis.  I'm glad that I started playing tennis when I was younger because I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Seal9zzbZPI/AAAAAAAAALY/oAkWAMWyBgY/s1600-h/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Seal9zzbZPI/AAAAAAAAALY/oAkWAMWyBgY/s320/peekaboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325126090708706546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left top to bottom: Stevie, Adri, me, Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;Right top to bottom: Kaitlin, Courtney Reynolds, Rebecca, and Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss Adri, Kaitlin, Courtney, Rebecca, and Whitney so much!  I will also miss Courtney Sitterud and all of the other seniors that played this year.  I was partners with Adri for two years and I will probably miss her the most.  I couldn't have asked for a better partner.  I love all of these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-1976192588946645475?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1976192588946645475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1976192588946645475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1976192588946645475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1976192588946645475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life.html' title='My Life :)'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Seal4w4b9SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bykFk8ujMiU/s72-c/tennisball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-7131251862280849705</id><published>2009-03-25T16:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:02:10.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you Kassi Linn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrF201jvrI/AAAAAAAAALI/zObrGobAupg/s1600-h/kassiloveya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrF201jvrI/AAAAAAAAALI/zObrGobAupg/s320/kassiloveya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317279855751184050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the funeral of my niece named Kassi.  It was probably the hardest funeral I've been to.  She passed away on March 18th in a car accident.  Kassi was just eighteen years old.  You're probably wondering how it's possible to have a niece older than me.  My brother Tyler married a girl older than him that had three kids.  Kassi is the middle one.  She has an older sister named Kolden and a younger brother named Kody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Kassi so much.  She meant a lot to me.  Whenever Kassi and I got together we were like best friends.  She's such an amazing girl.  She is so beautiful, just like her mom.  She had long dark beautiful hair, and she was skinny and small.  I was so jealous of how beautiful she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassi never cared what people thought about her.  She never got mad at people unless they gave her a really good reason.  Kassi was one person who always involved everybody.  She always felt bad for people and did things for them just to make sure that they were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time Kassi, Kody, Adam, and I went to the skate park.  It was really hot there and Kassi and I weren't doing anything so we decided to walk to the store and buy us some drinks.  Me and her bought our drinks and I put our drinks up on the counter to pay for them.  As soon as I put them up there she was like "wait, we didn't get anything for Adam and Kody.  They've been skating and it's really hot outside.  We should probably get them a drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of many examples of her caring about other people.  She always thought of others before herself and I loved that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassi also had the prettiest smile.  She didn't smile much, but when she did it was beautiful.  I remember always telling her to smile because she looked mad.  Everytime I told her that she would say "Melanie, just because I'm not smiling doesn't mean I'm mad!"  She would yell it too.  Then after she would just laugh.  That's why I always told her that because I knew that it would make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassi was a very quite person.  She didn't like yelling or loud anything.  She also didn't like contention.  She was such a peacemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not afraid to die.  Sometimes she actually wanted to so that she could be with her mom.  Kassi always lived by the quote "live like today was your last day".  I actually learned that quote from her because she always said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was loved by everybody.  She had a lot of friends to support her.  There was so much people at the funeral.  There wasn't even standing room!  Everybody loved her because she was a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Kassi, but I know I'll see her again.  God has plan for everything, and it was her time to go.  I'm glad that families can be together forever and that I can see her again.  She's with her mom now.  I bet she's having a good time and she wants us all to be happy.  I just can't wait till I get to see her and her mom again.  They are amazing girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDKBh3aQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MinleY1c7ac/s1600-h/kassibeingcute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDKBh3aQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MinleY1c7ac/s320/kassibeingcute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276887040878850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Kassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDJx1Ew6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sixgJpCJVNQ/s1600-h/Kassiandhermom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDJx1Ew6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sixgJpCJVNQ/s320/Kassiandhermom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276882826478498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kassi and her mom Kolette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDJ_ba98I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ahEvsPTKF50/s1600-h/KassiandKody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDJ_ba98I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ahEvsPTKF50/s320/KassiandKody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276886476978114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kassi and her brother Kody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDKD2ObYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xPnBV7YaJ60/s1600-h/kassiandkolden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrDKD2ObYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xPnBV7YaJ60/s320/kassiandkolden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276887663144322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kassi, her sister Kolden, and brother in law Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrFTeYbuJI/AAAAAAAAALA/YIKA8R7adp0/s1600-h/thefam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrFTeYbuJI/AAAAAAAAALA/YIKA8R7adp0/s320/thefam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317279248428021906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Their cute little family :)&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/7878478458902958090-7131251862280849705?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7131251862280849705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=7131251862280849705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7131251862280849705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7131251862280849705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-miss-you-kassi-linn.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you Kassi Linn!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/ScrF201jvrI/AAAAAAAAALI/zObrGobAupg/s72-c/kassiloveya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2770652789398606579</id><published>2009-03-22T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:55:39.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Scbr9fHUqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D2M_gvLwhlY/s1600-h/happybirthday!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195851714210098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Scbr9fHUqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D2M_gvLwhlY/s320/happybirthday!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is my birthday! Wahoo! It really doesn't feel like I'm any older. The only thing that is really different is that I can donate blood now. I even forgot it was my birthday. I was about ready to leave for conference this morning and I was like "Woah, today is my brithday." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left my mom told me happy birthday. She's such a good mom. She never forgets anything! I love her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a great birthday so far. I went to stake conference and it was good. The speakers all had something good to say, and they did a good job. I was actually able to take a nap without getting a headache after. (Whenever I take a nap I get horrible headaches.) Also, my brother Travis called me to wish me a happy birthday. He is an awesome brother. My brother Tyler e-mailed me to tell my happy birthday. Right now my brother Justin is making me a yummy cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my big family. They're all so nice to me. It's fun to get a bunch of calls from my family. I also like calling all of my brothers and my sister to wish them happy birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is my wonderful birthday. yay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-2770652789398606579?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2770652789398606579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2770652789398606579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2770652789398606579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2770652789398606579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/Scbr9fHUqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D2M_gvLwhlY/s72-c/happybirthday!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-7166766590748585107</id><published>2009-03-08T19:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:53:16.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A nIgHt To TrEaSuRe!!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, March 6th, we had the junior prom. The theme of prom was A Night To Treasure. All the girls looked so beautiful, and the guys looked good also. It was fun practicing for the promenade dance and getting ready for prom, but I'm so glad it's over because all everybody talked about was prom prom prom and it kind of got tiring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The promenade dance was so fun! I was nervous because I was in group A and I was the very first one to get called out. I don't know why I was nervous, but I was. I really thought that I would forget the dance but I didn't. Trenton and I actually didn't very well, and didn't forget anything. He was a way good partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After promenade I went with Alisha and her date and some of our friends to R Pizza Place. We ate some yummy pizza. After that, they took me home and they went and watched a movie. The reason why I didn't stay for all of prom was because I didn't have a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have a date until the day before prom. Two days before prom, my date told me that he might not be able to go anymore because of his soccer game. He is from a different school than I, and they changed his game to an away game and he didn't know about it till like two days before. He asked his friends for advice and they all told him that they would kill him if he didn't go to prom with me. The next day he went to practice and he told his coach that he was going to prom with me and that he wouldn't be able to make it to the game. I've been told by a few people, one person was on the soccer team, that the coach flipped out. The coach told him that if he didn't go the game that he would be kicked off the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took it pretty well actually. I thought I was going to flip out at prom because I didn't have a date, but I didn't. I still had a great night. I stayed in my dress until 2 in the morning. I looked beautiful too! I had a blast getting ready, and I had a blast doing the promenade dance! I thought that prom was supposed to be a big night, but it really wasn't. It's expensive, and you waste more time getting prepared for it than you do at the prom. Prom is fun, but it's not as important and everybody says it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found out for sure that I didn't have a date, I told my mom. She told my dad, and he was like "If I would've known that then I would've got you a coursage(sp?)." I wasn't expecting him to still get me one but he did. It was gorgeous, and it matched perfectly! He was so good to me and he felt bad for me because I didn't have a date anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I had a cute dress, cute face, cute hair, cute shoes, cute jewelry, a great promenade dance partner, and I got to dance with my dad. Prom was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999217898147954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1plkyUHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JG6ckIRhkbc/s320/Prom+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999243380492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1rEgQCUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Vy_k8VMM1U/s320/Prom+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999220903828466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1pwxZW_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-7avtsc3G8/s320/Prom+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999240598224498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1q6I5_nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yUgz-3i3JMI/s320/Prom+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999231396326018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1qX3AKoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zXtbfSBBcfk/s320/Prom+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-7166766590748585107?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7166766590748585107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=7166766590748585107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7166766590748585107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7166766590748585107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-to-treasure.html' title='A nIgHt To TrEaSuRe!!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SbR1plkyUHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JG6ckIRhkbc/s72-c/Prom+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-8907720220818603061</id><published>2009-02-23T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:38:38.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my mother's birthday!  It came so fast this year!  Everything this year is going by so fast!  I'm just glad I didn't forget it because that would be super sad.  My mom is now 49, wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just yesterday my step neice had her baby!  His name is Macen and I can't wait to see him.  I'm sure he's super cute, or handsom.  I'm a great aunt!  Wahoo!  It sounds kind of weird to say, but it doesn't even phase me.  He's just another cute little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dates of birthdays in my family is really confusing.  My mom's is 2/23, my nephews is 2/22, mine is 3/22, and my brothers is 3/23!  How weird is that? I think it's pretty weird, but it's kind of cool at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-8907720220818603061?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8907720220818603061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=8907720220818603061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8907720220818603061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8907720220818603061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-8126921127376477599</id><published>2009-02-14T18:35:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:51:59.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day everybody! Since I'm awesome, and I don't have a love, here are some pictures of people that I love! They all mean a lot to me.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302832485164888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZdyDLWnsOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ldAsNn1Kv_c/s320/mymom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom would have to be my biggest hero! She is so strong, and she's a huge example to me! She does a lot for me and I really appreciate it! I love her! I used this picture because this i the last picture I have of her where she has been able to stand! She is truely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302834078749735458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZdzf762uiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5rxI-4fJdUg/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad is amazing! This isn't a very good picture of him, but it's the only picure I had on my computer He does everything for my family and I really appreciate it! He is smart and helps me with everything! I love my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302841473754431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZd6OYdXfvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tG10TKSHcTA/s320/Tiffany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Tiffany is super amazing! I look up to her in so many ways. I'm glad to have a sister like her! My sister is nice, and she's so easy to love! I love her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845071368572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZd9fynazmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/P5Uo1_l5wbo/s320/alishaandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alisha is my best friend! She is always there for me, and I love her for that. She is beautiful, and she always has to look cute. We always get in stupid arguements, but I still love her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845809323318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZd-KvtinRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/513_IAeOF0E/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessica has always been my best friend! Well, at least since i was eight! I know that I can always count on her because she is such an amazing friend. I wish she didn't have to move, but I'm glad that we can still be best friends. I don't know what I would do without this girl! I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302846575666887234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZd-3WkFekI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kDG04OzWXXY/s320/travisandtyler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are so awesome! Even though this is just a picture of Travis and Tyler, I love all of my brothers. A lot of my brothes make stupid choices, but they're still my brothers and I love them. I love being the youngest because all of my older siblings take care of me. They're always there for me. I love my brothers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a picture of my sister in-law Stefenie, but I love her too. She is an amazing girl, and she can pretty much do anything. She can do hair, cut hair, bake, sing, and a lot more. I look up to her a lot, and I just pretty much love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847916613444082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZeAFZ-qIfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/722CYSwVcoc/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My nieces are so adorable! If you can't tell by this picture, we're all super tired, and that's because this is at about midnight! My nieces are so crazy and I love that about them! Rachel and Riley are the cutest sisters ever! They are both so sweet and so easy to love! I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847230724677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZd_de2CICI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vAvWIZaARqc/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just a picture of a few of my cousins on my mom's side, but I love all of them. I don't think we could all fit in one picture. I have a huge family and I love it! My cousins are all amazing, and I look up to them in so many ways. I don't know what I would do without any of them! I love ALL OF THEM! I also love all of my aunts and uncles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-8126921127376477599?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8126921127376477599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=8126921127376477599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8126921127376477599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8126921127376477599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SZdyDLWnsOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ldAsNn1Kv_c/s72-c/mymom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-6240619700337970734</id><published>2009-02-02T18:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:21:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SYecAXKyJBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wJnHDem8Xs0/s1600-h/mymom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298375016657855506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SYecAXKyJBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wJnHDem8Xs0/s320/mymom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is my best friend! She's such an amazing lady and i love her so much! My mom has gone through so much, and yet she has more faith then anybody I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, my mom had a disease called Distonia. Distonia is kind of like Parkinsons (sp) but not. She also has had six back surgeries, and to pulmonary embolisms(blod clots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i couldn't handle all of that pain, and i don't know if i could go through all of that. She has had so many health problems. She gets sick more than a normal person, and she has a lot of allergies. My mom has to take a ton of medicine that realy suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to go to the University of Utah where there are great doctors. Her doctor there did three surgeries on her and he is such a great doctor. The school district decided to get a new insurance this year, and the new insurace wouldn't cover the University of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we found that out then we had to find a new doctor. Our family doctor in price recommended this doctor in provo. I'm no sure exactly where it's at, but this doctor is supposed to be a good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went clear to provo three times just for them to tell us the same thing. The first two times we saw the phyicians assisant and he told us that her bones were too soft to do any more surgeries and they didn't know what they were going to do yet to help her. When we saw the actual physician, he told us also the same thing. He also said that he didn't do the surgeries on her, so he doesn't really know what to do. He told us to go back to the doctor at the University of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of really mad that the doctor would do that! He knew that the University of Utah wouldn't cover our insurance. I didn't know what to say. If we went to a new doctor then they wouldn't do anything because every time we go to a new doctor they think that she's just a drug addict because of all of the pills that she's on and they don't want to deal with her. Or they're all scared that they're just going to make her worse. She's like a hot potato, which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my mom would be just as mad as me but she wasn't. She looked at the positive side. She always looks at the positive side of everything. All she said was "Now i get to keep swimming for physical therapy, eat lots of calcium, pray, and get lots of blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i would do without my mom's bright personality. I love her so much. She has so much faith, and she's a huge example to me. That just shows me that if she looks at the positive side to everything then I should too, because my problems don't even come close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already said this like 20 times before but I'll say it again, I love her! She is my best friend! I love talking to her, and I love everything about her. She is strong, beautiful, and an amazing mom! She hasn't got to do a lot of thing as a normal mom would, but she is still one amazing mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-6240619700337970734?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6240619700337970734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=6240619700337970734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6240619700337970734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6240619700337970734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mom.html' title='My mom!!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SYecAXKyJBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wJnHDem8Xs0/s72-c/mymom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-7261378925866691937</id><published>2008-12-29T13:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:55:19.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures from Christmas.  I didn't get very much but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. All of these pictures were taken with my new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316879784441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3swjtdRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TlaE8zBcvJE/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316663536109602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3gK-FyCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t3SVNweL1Es/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316364874030178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3OyXgHGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/P12mDyA0_1U/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316360629705762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3Oijk3CI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P2MUOSrSrLc/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316352283803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3ODdwgLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yCDxEqb3Xwc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285316340745360626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3NYex1PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WuKVaG33nVs/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3MbT3ASI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TjiJ8T2-wRk/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-7261378925866691937?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7261378925866691937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=7261378925866691937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7261378925866691937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7261378925866691937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SVk3swjtdRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TlaE8zBcvJE/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1916181187453012285</id><published>2008-12-29T10:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:27:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was amazing.  I expected it to be that way though because Christmas is my favorite holiday and it's always amazing.  I did a lot with my family and we had a wonderful time.  I especially love Christmas because I can be with my family and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has a lot of Christmas traditions.  One of our Chrismas traditions is doing the nativity play thingy, whatever it's called!  Me and my sister take turns every year being the angel and Mary.  This year we didn't do the play but we still read the story out of the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Christmas Eve night after we do the play, we read Christmas stories and poems.  One of the poems that we read was one that we got in the mail from my aunt Betty and uncle Keith.  Here is the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look for Me at Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;you won't need a special star-&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer just in Bethlehem,&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there where you are.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be aware of Me&lt;br /&gt;amid the celebrations-&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to look beyond the stores&lt;br /&gt;and all the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;But if you take a moment&lt;br /&gt;from your list of things to do&lt;br /&gt;And listen to your heart, you'll find&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting there for you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want to be with,&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason that I came,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find Me in the stillness&lt;br /&gt;as I'm whispering your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I love that poem and I'm greatful that my aunt and uncle sent that to us.  It's so true!  We sometimes forget what Christmas is all about.  Most kids just think that Santa comes at night and gives us presents.  But Christmas isn't all about Santa, presents, snowman, and reindeer.  It's about celebrating Christ's birth.  I'm so glad we have a holiday to celebrate him.  It's the least we could do for him after what he did for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we read the stories and poems we go look at Christmas lights.  I love looking at lights.  Usually we have to take two cars so we have a contest between the cars who can count the most stars(lights, not is the sky. DUH.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love everything about Christmas.  It's always been my favorite holiday and it always will be.  I love giving presents and celebrating Christ's birth.  I hope you guys all had as good of a Christmas as I did.  I love you all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer isn't letting my post any pictures on here, so I will do another post later with all of the pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-1916181187453012285?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1916181187453012285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1916181187453012285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1916181187453012285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1916181187453012285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-6724861695453614975</id><published>2008-11-16T16:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:35:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtw0a9cPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YWDEkSHD3t0/s1600-h/nieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402618240528626" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtw0a9cPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YWDEkSHD3t0/s320/nieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtxJAuQoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DSU3nNIVIlg/s1600-h/riley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402623767626370" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtxJAuQoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DSU3nNIVIlg/s320/riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtw0a9cPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YWDEkSHD3t0/s1600-h/nieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtxM0vAGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K7HsIYzqaQo/s1600-h/niecerachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402624791085154" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtxM0vAGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K7HsIYzqaQo/s320/niecerachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've already posted about my nieces but they're so wonderful so I decided to post about them again. Riley is the oldest and she is 5 and Rachel just turned 1 in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces are the best! They're cute and they always make me happy, even when Riley makes fun of me. I love it when I get to see them because I don't get to see them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is soo big. I remember when she was born, and it doesn't feel like it was that long ago. I can't believe she's 5 years old! She is so tall! I love her a lot. She makes fun of me all of the time and gets mad at me but I still love her. I pretty much love all little kids. Riley is one of the smartest kids I know. She can already count in Spanish, knows her ABC's, knows the animals, know all of the colors, and she can spell really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is also big. I'm glad that she isn't old enough to talk because I already get made fun of enough by Riley ;]. Plus I don't want her to grow up. I love it when she tries to talk and just goes on and on like she's the smartest girl in the world. Rachel has beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces are so wonderful. I'm glad that I have them because I don't know what I would do without them. They are so beautiful and nice. I love little kids because they make life seem so easy and they always make me happy. I'm always happy when I'm with them. Even though they're young, they're still an example to me in the different things they do. I just love them! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-6724861695453614975?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6724861695453614975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=6724861695453614975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6724861695453614975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6724861695453614975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/nieces.html' title='Nieces!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SSCtw0a9cPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YWDEkSHD3t0/s72-c/nieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-553595203133505685</id><published>2008-11-15T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:25:34.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE TO SEE THE TEMPLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SR-So9Rpi5I/AAAAAAAAADc/FSiQtCRTIus/s1600-h/mantitemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269091321387781010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SR-So9Rpi5I/AAAAAAAAADc/FSiQtCRTIus/s320/mantitemple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had the wonderful opportunity to go to the temple for baptisms for the dead. We left at 1230 and we just barely got home(it's 8:00ish now)!!! We were there forever but it was worth it because it was a wonderful experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always love to go to the temple for baptisms for the dead. There is always a strong spirit in the temple, and it makes me feel better to know that I got to serve somebody. The temple food is also way yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home from the temple we played this game where we had to quote movies back and forth. It was pretty fun but I didn't know some of the movies. We played other games too. I just love going to the temple because the friends that you go with are good people and you don't have to worry about what music you're going to listen to or what they're going to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell I just love the temple. Sorry if this sounded really repetative but I really didn't know what else to say. I'm speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-553595203133505685?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/553595203133505685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=553595203133505685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/553595203133505685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/553595203133505685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I LOVE TO SEE THE TEMPLE!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SR-So9Rpi5I/AAAAAAAAADc/FSiQtCRTIus/s72-c/mantitemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3725048460915020591</id><published>2008-11-01T20:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:26:48.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SQ0PXWpxQPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QGJ4DJ43WY4/s1600-h/puke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880433358160114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SQ0PXWpxQPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QGJ4DJ43WY4/s320/puke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday had to be one of the best Pumpkin Day's ever! I had so much fun! I was with Alisha all day(of course!). School was probably the worst part of the day, but the whole day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, in French, we watched The Birds. It was way scary! I'm scared that I'm going to have dreams now of birds chasing me and trying to eat me. I hate scary movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school me and Alisha went to her house to get ready. I can't really tell you what she was but she looked way freaky. I don't really even know what I was. I had a black shirt and black shorts. I was wearing striped orange and black tights. My hair was in cute little girl pig tails. I didn't want to dress up as something scary, because I don't like scary things as you could probably tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got ready we went trick-or-treating. It was the funnest ever. I hate when people tell me that I'm too old to go trick-or-treating because it should be for everyone. It is not begging for candy either. Trick-or-treating is like trading candy because you give out candy too. Trick-or-treating is fun and it also helps you lose weight with all the walking you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 730 Alisha at I went to the corn patch. Alisha had to be in it and I had to take tickets. After a while there wasn't anybody coming so Neil made me and Allison(she was also taking tickets with me) go through it. I was really scared. It didn't really scare me though because I knew what to expect. I tried to scream so that they wouldn't get bored.  The whole point of me and Allison going through there was so that they wouldn't get bored and do a crappy job when the other people come.  I tried to act scared but I probably did a horrible job of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Alisha's house and changed into different clothes and Alisha washed off her make up. We went to a party that was actually pretty fun. At the party we played doughnuts on a string, bobbing for apples(which I didn't do), and shaving balloons. We also played kick ball with a piniata(sp) and broke it on the first kick. I got tons of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha and I went back to her house at about 1130 and went to bed. We didn't go to sleep though. We sat there and talked and ate our candy forever! After a while we just got bored of talking and I was out pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my wonderful Halloween! I bet you're jealous! Actually, probably not because I'm sure all of you guys had an amazing Halloween too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I stole this picture from my cousins blog because it was really funny and I didn't have a Halloween picture to put on my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3725048460915020591?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3725048460915020591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3725048460915020591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3725048460915020591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3725048460915020591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-day.html' title='Pumpkin Day!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SQ0PXWpxQPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QGJ4DJ43WY4/s72-c/puke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-2197925584657685549</id><published>2008-10-27T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:56:55.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted, and I was tagged a while ago by my cousin Shaylyn so I figured I better do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: Link person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;Tell about 6 Quirks of yours&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1: I'm left handed.  It's probably not a big deal that I'm left handed but I can't really think of anything about me.  I can't do anything with my right hand.  My dad always jokes and tells me that I can't even pick my nose with my right hand.  Well, in my opinion that's probably a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2: I love to shop.  If I have money I spend it.  Alisha always gets mad at me because whenever she goes shopping with me she spends way more than she wants.  I love to shop, but sometimes it's not the best thing to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3: I'm addicted to gatorade.  It's my favorite drink ever.  Whoever created it is probably one of my biggest heros.  It's really yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4: I love school. Wow, I know! I love learning new things, and I just love being with people all of the time.  My favorite subject is English.  It's the only one I'm actually good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5:  My eyes are beautiful! I'm running out of facts so I just decided to put this on here.  Everyone thinks that I have contacts because the color of my eyes are soo pretty, but they're actually just originally that way.  I don't wear contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 6:  I love music! Everything about music makes me happy.  It takes my mind off things.  I can relate to a lot of what the lyrics say and that's party why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's 6 facts about me. Pretty amaxzing right. I know. BLOWS YOUR MIND! well not I tag: Bridgette, Laurel, and pretty much whoever wants to do this! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-2197925584657685549?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2197925584657685549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=2197925584657685549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2197925584657685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/2197925584657685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-6830840732205951485</id><published>2008-10-17T18:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:37:17.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UEA!</title><content type='html'>UEA is supposed to be fun right? It's a break off of school and you should be totally excited about it! I was until the break started. UEA has not been fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Alisha, is not even here to hang out with me. She is visiting her friend up north, and she's also up there to take some acting classes. At least she's doing something she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin is hunting, and doing whatever this weekend. I don't know exactly what but I'm sure he's having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was probably the most boring day of my life. I had to go to the doctor with my mom and dad for my mom's doctors appointment which was really boring. Then we got a flu shot, which I didn't know we were getting. My arm is still sore which is very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has also been boring. I have done absolutely nothing today, and I feel extremely lazy. I need people to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at making things interesting and fun because if I was I probably would be having a much better time. I also wouldn't be waisting my time on the computer. Hmm. Well, that's about it. That's my UEA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-6830840732205951485?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6830840732205951485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=6830840732205951485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6830840732205951485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6830840732205951485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/uea.html' title='UEA!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-7275067713968278585</id><published>2008-10-10T18:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:06:45.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STATE</title><content type='html'>State this year was a big dissapointment. Adri and I went in third from the south region, and we played our first match against the sixth place team from the north. Everyone thought they were going to win because sixth isn't that good. Well, we lost. The north region kicked everyones butts! Juan Diego, who was second in our region, lost against a seventh place team from the north. It's dissapointing that we lost but it was still fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin and Courtney won their first match, and then they lost their second match. Their second match was really close and I wished they would've one. Now Tom gets to keep his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably all thinking why I said Tom gets to keep his hair. The other day at practice Tom told us that we could shave his hair off, or we could make him grow his hair out until Christmas. But that was only if somebody one their first two matches and made it to the second day. You probably figured out which one we would chose. DUH! But it's all good, Tom would look ridiculous bald anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season was really good. I'm glad that I at least got third place in region(sectionals, or whatever you want to call it.) I absolutely love my parenter, and I couldn't have asked for a better partener. She's so amazing, and she's nice. I'm sad that she's a senior. I'm so excited for next year. I'll do better, hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-7275067713968278585?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7275067713968278585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=7275067713968278585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7275067713968278585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/7275067713968278585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/state.html' title='STATE'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3022806452430001352</id><published>2008-10-05T18:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:23:39.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces are the Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SOlaj020KQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Jh8-OdUkmtc/s1600-h/poser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253830011834870018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SOlaj020KQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Jh8-OdUkmtc/s320/poser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SOlakPhfT0I/AAAAAAAAACk/KruawL01aOg/s1600-h/nieceriley..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253830018993180482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SOlakPhfT0I/AAAAAAAAACk/KruawL01aOg/s320/nieceriley..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I though I would post something about my nieces because I'm bored and also because I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley Elizabeth is 5 years old and she just started kindergarten this year. She absolutely loves it. All she talks about is her friends at school. She doesn't remember a lot of peoples names so she just calls them: girl, boy, or friend. It's the cutest thing in the world. She is way too tall, and she is growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Rose is going to be 1 on October 9th. It doesn't seem real because it feels like she was just born yesterday. She always makes me smile. Rachel is always smiling and she has the best smile in the world. I'm glad that I get her as my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces are getting so old which means that I'm getting older. It's sad but yeah exciting at the same time. I wish we could all stay young so that we didn't have any responsibility. Wouldn't that be great? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I didn't take any of these pictures.  I wish I was that good! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3022806452430001352?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3022806452430001352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3022806452430001352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3022806452430001352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3022806452430001352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/nieces-are-best.html' title='Nieces are the Best!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SOlaj020KQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Jh8-OdUkmtc/s72-c/poser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-6355389206360924269</id><published>2008-10-04T15:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:04:16.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Region!</title><content type='html'>On Wenesday and Thursday, the first and the second, our Tennis team went to St. George for region.  It wasn't a normal region tournament this year though.  It was a two region tournament, meaning there was two regions there(DUH!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriane and I play first doubles and got third place, which was our goal!  It was way exciting.  The only team we lost against was Juan Diego.  They're way good.  There's no freaking way that we could've beat the first place team, Desert Hills, because they're way good!  We're going to state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coutney and Kaitlin got second place in the second doubles.  It was way exciting.  It was pretty fun to watch Desert Hills kick their butts.  Well, it was sad that they couldn't win first place, but it was fun to see how amazing Desert Hills was.  They are also going to state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Saupan, our first singles player, placed sixth I think.  She did really good in the matches she lost, and she definately could've won her last match.  She gets to go to state also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and second singles also played good.  I wish that they could play at state with us, but I'm glad that they'll still be there to support us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State will be on October tenth and eleventh.  I'm way excited and I hope to do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures from region on my computer yet because I didn't take any, so hopefully I can get some from my friends and put them on here! Blogs are boring without pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-6355389206360924269?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6355389206360924269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=6355389206360924269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6355389206360924269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/6355389206360924269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/region.html' title='Region!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-573365277620056925</id><published>2008-09-17T18:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:30:24.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Blessings</title><content type='html'>This week I have been really sick.  I woke up a lot early monday morning feeling way sick.  On Monday I couldn't go to school because I was so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom couldn't help me because of her health problems, I had to get everything I needed for myself.  She did get me some stuff that I needed which was pushing it.  She always pushes herself and I'm thankful to have a mom like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat anything the whole day.  Nothing ever sounds good to eat when you're sick, and I definately didn't have the energy to go fix anything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, after we had our bedtime prayer, I asked my dad for a blessing.  He blessed me that I could feel better and that I could have the strength to go to school.  The next day I was able to go to school feeling better.  It just amazes me how much the lord blesses us.  Usually when I'm sick, I'm sick for like a week or two.  It's not just a one day thing.  I was still a little sick on tuesday, but I did have the strength to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers blessings are the most amazing thing.  I'm glad that I have a father who holds the preisthood so that he can help me when I need it.  I used to feel like I was bothering him to ask for a blessing, because I got them a lot.  I have learned that there is no such thing as too much blessings.  If you need the blessing, then it's so much better to ask for one becuase God will help you.  He's amazing that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-573365277620056925?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/573365277620056925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=573365277620056925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/573365277620056925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/573365277620056925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/fathers-blessings.html' title='Fathers Blessings'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3383971281805369486</id><published>2008-09-17T18:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:22:59.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!</title><content type='html'>So as you can probably tell by the title, I am not happy! This week has been a horrible week. I hope it gets lots better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we just lost our tennis match. We won the first set and played really well.  The second and third set we did horrible.  I'm not even being sarcastic.  After our match we found out that their first doubles are undefeated and that we're the first team to beat them in a set.  That made me feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin and Courtney have been doing really good this year. They are undefeated. It makes us look very bad because we have lost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no one understands Tennis, I'm going to explain this. Me and Adri are first doubles and Kaitlin and Courtney are second doubles. First doubles is the high doubles on the varsity team, therefore, we play against better players. Usually in doubles, the first doubles is way better than the second doubles. Our doubles teams are way close together. That's why it looks like we're doing bad is because we have to play against the harder team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definately haven't been playing the best we can play because we're good. I know that we can beat a lot of teams, just hopefully we can get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been really sick this week! I hate being sick. Usually when i get sick I'm sick for like two weeks. On monday I couldn't even go to school because I was throwing up all of the time. It was not good at all. This week is midterm and I have to tennis matches this week, so of course I had to come to school on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was playing tennis, my energy was drained. I hate that I have no energy when I'm sick.  Also, my back hurt today. It was probably one of the worst weeks I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough feeling sorry about myself, and enough boring everybody. I just thought I would type that because I have nothing better to do on this fabulous(not at all) evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3383971281805369486?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3383971281805369486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3383971281805369486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3383971281805369486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3383971281805369486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/grrr.html' title='GRRR!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-912590649575499522</id><published>2008-09-13T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:59:51.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan Diego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMxvu1bPtQI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_1q5o-2RTg/s1600-h/ooolala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245690516385805570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMxvu1bPtQI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_1q5o-2RTg/s320/ooolala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Juan Diego tennis match was the best match by far. Adri and I lost but it was still way fun. Kaitlin and Courtney won, and that made me really exited. I'm so happy for them. That's the first time anyone on varsity has one against Juan Diego in 5 years. Adri and I did really good, but Juan Diego was amazing. I hope we can do a lot better the next match we play against Juan Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for our match against Uintah, we won. It was really exiting to win. They were a pretty good team. I just love Tennis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm really annoyed of posting blogs about Tennis so hopefully I can think of something more interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-912590649575499522?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/912590649575499522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=912590649575499522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/912590649575499522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/912590649575499522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/juan-diego.html' title='Juan Diego!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMxvu1bPtQI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_1q5o-2RTg/s72-c/ooolala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-344892287571799704</id><published>2008-09-04T18:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:04:47.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours and 20 minutes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMCFmOzO7nI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ct1G4qzQxc8/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242336858113764978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMCFmOzO7nI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ct1G4qzQxc8/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, September 3rd, we played Tennis at North Sanpete. It was a fun match, but yet very dissapointing. Adri and I lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first set was 6,6 so we had to go to a tie breaker. We won that tie breaker. The, the second set it was 6,6 so we had to go to another tie breaker. We lost that one. Then the last set we were pretty close and had a lot of deuces but they won the third set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The match was very dissapointing and so close. I know that we could've won, but we just didn't play our best. We played for 3 hours and 20 minutes! If you don't call that "in shape", i don't know what is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-344892287571799704?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/344892287571799704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=344892287571799704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/344892287571799704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/344892287571799704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-hours-and-20-minutes.html' title='3 hours and 20 minutes!'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SMCFmOzO7nI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ct1G4qzQxc8/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1592360780543282297</id><published>2008-08-29T07:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:33:03.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emery VS Carbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLf5F7EMDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QWwFMMoqY0k/s1600-h/tennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239930571618782610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLf5F7EMDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QWwFMMoqY0k/s320/tennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, August 28, we played carbon in Tennis at home. This is their first year having a girls tennis team so they only have like 8 or 9 girls. It surprised me that they were even going to have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adri and I won our match.  Our score was: 6,1 6,0. Everyone else that played won too, and their scores were similar to our. Not a big surprise, but it was still exiting to beat Carbon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm exited to played them again. They just need more practice playing against more good teams. I'm sure they'll progress during the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, as for our match at Granstville, we lost.  They were a good team.  We went to deuce every game.  They just ended up winning the deuces. I'm not going to say the score because that ruins the whole thing.  The scores make it look like they kicked our trash, but they really didn't.  They just won the deuces so it made it look bad.  They were really good, but I think we're just as good.  I want to play against them at state for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. again this picture isn't from this season.  Can you find the word Tennis though? Probably not, we did a bad job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-1592360780543282297?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1592360780543282297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1592360780543282297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1592360780543282297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1592360780543282297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/emery-vs-carbon.html' title='Emery VS Carbon'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLf5F7EMDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QWwFMMoqY0k/s72-c/tennis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-5651597510077932097</id><published>2008-08-23T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:50:17.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLCNvaBhgqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tN7uShjYPEw/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842212210967202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLCNvaBhgqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tN7uShjYPEw/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, school just started on the 19 of August. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing right now. I'm trying to convince myself that it's a good thing, but we'll just have to see how well that works out. I love a lot of my classes which is a good thing. I really don't like having seminary 8th because I have to miss it a lot, but I love my teacher so that makes up for everything. I'm so glad that I got Brother Esplin. My favorite class so far would have to be French. I love the Coach Dean and the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first tennis match was on the 20th of August. It went quite well actually. We had to go clear to Canyon View high school which is in Cedar City. Everywhere we go it seems like we have to drive three hours to get there. At least I have good friends on the Tennis team that make the trips so much fun. Adriane and I won our match. The scores were: 7,5 and 6,1. The first set we didn't do as well as we should have but the second set we kicked but. I'm glad that I have a great partener. Kaitlin Potter and Courtney Sitterud also won their match. I don't know what the score was but they did great. The singles on varsity all lost but their scores were pretty good. It's just the first match and I'm sure they'll progress during the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This picture isn't form our first match. It's from summer games. I don't have any pictures yet to put up from this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-5651597510077932097?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5651597510077932097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=5651597510077932097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5651597510077932097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/5651597510077932097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-and-tennis.html' title='School and Tennis'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1dPL-ty2bs/SLCNvaBhgqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tN7uShjYPEw/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-8055657141532127270</id><published>2008-07-27T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:35:15.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Greatful</title><content type='html'>On the 11th I had a chance to go to Welfare Square and the Humanitarian Center to do some service.  While at Welfare Square the Laurels and the Priests went and helped at the D.I.  It was actually more fun then I thought it would be.  I learned a lot of stuff about the D.I.  Before going, I didn't know that they had people from all over the world working there and I also didn't know that you could work there to get stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to Welfare Square we had a chance to serve at the Humanitarian Center.  That was also fun.  We made little kits that consisted of masks and little hand towels.  What made this especially fun was that we made it a little contest.  It was kind of ridiculous but suprisingly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience made me realize how much we really have compared to other people.   I used to think that I didn't have enough.  Now when I fell sorry for myself I think about how much we have and how much other people don't have.  It made me happy that I could do this service and bless other peoples lives.  I now have a greater appreciation for what I do have.  It also made me realize that everything that we have comes from God and we need to be greatful and thank him for the things that we do have instead of worrying about the things we don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-8055657141532127270?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8055657141532127270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=8055657141532127270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8055657141532127270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/8055657141532127270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-greatful.html' title='Being Greatful'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-1076763549116185199</id><published>2008-07-26T13:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:19:30.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of 47 parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday July 22 I was at work. I don't even remember what me and Alisha were talking about but something came up about how the band was going to they Days of 47 and that we wanted to go. Alisha had to babysit for the Carols that night so I told her to tell her that we wanted to go be the banner carriers. (Ben Carol is the band director) I was just joking about it and we laughed. Well, when I got home from work I got a phone call at 10:00PM. It was Mr. Carol. He told me that someone told him I was interested in going and he wanted me to go because he was desperate for another banner carrier! I just started laughing. I didn't know whether I wanted to go or not but I said yes anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We left the morning of the 23rd. We went to boondocks and we had a pretty good time. It wasn't the best but it was still fun. At boondocks we played laser tag, played arcade games, and raced gocarts! It was kind of little kiddish but it was still fun. My team lost laser tag but I was still the highest score on my team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 24th we went to the parade. We had to wait forever to start because we were number 104! The parade started at nine and it wasn't our turn until about 10:45. The girl that I was holding the banner with was too tall! She held it up to her chest so I had to hold it up to my neck because she was taller than me. It was tiring to hold it up for that long. The parade was also hot. It was fun though! It made me giggle how all of the little kids had little squirt guns and would squirt us with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the parade we went to Lagoon! It was a blast. Me and one of my friends, Natalie, hung out most of the time because we are both terrified of heights! Me and her went on the Tidal Wave, White Roller Coaster, and some other little kid spinny rides. We didn't know what else to do because we are major babies! She made me come on the Wild Mouse with her! I didn't want to because it looked very scary so I chickened out the first time and then she actually made me. It was a pretty fun ride but it hurt! I don't like how it jerks you around that much. After that we were just walking around and we found one of our friends, Tanya, just sitting there. We went and talked to her and then we went and walked around. I got in the line for the Jet Star and so the both followed me. The Jet Star is one of my favorite rides! Me and my friend Tanya were both in the seat together. The seat was pretty big and we're both pretty skinny so we though we were going to fall out. The whole time we were going up she was like "I'm too little to die!" It was so funny. Natalie went with other friends while me and Tanya went on some more little kid rides. After that we just went and got in line for the Samurai! I was super scared and super excited at the same time! It was definately worth the huge line! Everytime we got turned upsidedown I freaked though! After the Samurai we headed back to the bus because it was about 8:50 and we were supposed to start heading back at 8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On our way home I was just listening to music and I was about half asleep when of the the sudden I hear a hug wack sound. I scared me so I turn off my music and sit up and Chase was like WE JUST HAD A BLOWOUT! Luckily that happened where we still had service because we were in the canyon! We called the bus garrage and told them what happened and we drove really slow to the rest area. Some of us went outside and talked and ran around for a while just to waste time. After waiting about 1 and 1/2 hours the other bus got there. We loaded all of our stuff onto that bus and started on our way home. We were expected to get home around Midnight to 1:00 and I got home around 3:30. It was pretty crazy but it was a funny experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that was my amazing trip! I'm glad that I got called and I'm glad I said yes because if I didn't I know that I wouldn't have had that good of a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-1076763549116185199?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1076763549116185199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=1076763549116185199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1076763549116185199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/1076763549116185199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-of-47-parade.html' title='Days of 47 parade'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878478458902958090.post-3032827880029986796</id><published>2008-07-05T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:04:59.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not so good at this making blog thing. I can't ever think of something to talk about. Hopefully soon I will find something good to put on my blog so I can tell you what I've been up to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878478458902958090-3032827880029986796?l=melanielyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3032827880029986796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7878478458902958090&amp;postID=3032827880029986796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3032827880029986796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7878478458902958090/posts/default/3032827880029986796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>Melanie Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752028196063980598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjNMwCSlSDc/TV2jqknkeOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OgGkXtie3Wg/s220/melanielyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
