<?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-848865499033369512</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:48:30.761-07:00</updated><category term='hairbows'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='hair'/><title type='text'>Deseret's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2953026630369546166</id><published>2011-04-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:45:49.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a amazing spring break!!!! It stared with Clarissa's Birthday! She's 15! Clarissa's so talented. She had just gotten home from All-State Coir (you can see her stylish shirt!!!) She's so amazing!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQlOf5TKQuQ/TaNDaHnfdnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S1NFo4123us/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594389278124635762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQlOf5TKQuQ/TaNDaHnfdnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S1NFo4123us/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we went to Salt Lake. We had an amazing time!!! We went to the Aquarium with the Cobians, and Roller Skating with the Johnsons! (It was a little crazy!) None of us had ever been before except my parents and Clarissa. We also went to Temple square. Here's Hyrum Next to the statue of Himself! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594388416246972290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMga2YFFGMU/TaNCn831_4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/QvDl6oBRbpE/s320/065.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so pretty there! (It was kind of sad coming home to freezing weather and snow after this!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3EJURas_Mw/TaNCNOYBZqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YFzWaNkdJpw/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594387957088872098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3EJURas_Mw/TaNCNOYBZqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YFzWaNkdJpw/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part was we got to take a ture of the conference center!!! It was so amazing to see in side! We also got to go to the roof! here's a picture I took from the top of the conference center! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwCFjfwuRg4/TaNBxK1AGAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/teVwdOg3FP8/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594387475100342274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwCFjfwuRg4/TaNBxK1AGAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/teVwdOg3FP8/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home we had Chicks waiting for us. My dad got them for the boys! Everyone was excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwuGujoiLJE/TaNBbR6as0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cb75_SWgj10/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594387099044983618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwuGujoiLJE/TaNBbR6as0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cb75_SWgj10/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chicks also got some visitors! Lili and Ruben came to see the chicks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWmrFsSSXSs/TaNAxGwAyxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8lKJK0U1Q2Y/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594386374494046994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWmrFsSSXSs/TaNAxGwAyxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8lKJK0U1Q2Y/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that is the end of our exciting spring break adventure!!! &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/848865499033369512-2953026630369546166?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2953026630369546166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2953026630369546166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2953026630369546166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQlOf5TKQuQ/TaNDaHnfdnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S1NFo4123us/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4724779509154466976</id><published>2011-04-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:13:36.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>The Mane Event!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been wanting to straighten my mom's hair! But, being the lovely, hardworking, amazing person she is she told me that she didn't have time to sit down for such a long time just for her hair. (Don't you wish you could be like that) Anyway, I finally convinced her to let me do it durning General Conference! It was so fun and she looked so pretty! Here is my mom looking stunningly beautifull! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8S2W3fmrw/TZ-z_Dbic2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Er5KyZ2lxmY/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593387158051386210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8S2W3fmrw/TZ-z_Dbic2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Er5KyZ2lxmY/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my mom's hair, we decided to do all of our hair! My mom used curlers in Liberty's and my hair. Except (thanks to my lovely very very strait hair) my hair didn't work out well but Liberty's looks so pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJwInW-P8aA/TZ-ziOzjXJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GDfA0yytn9Y/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593386662888692882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJwInW-P8aA/TZ-ziOzjXJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GDfA0yytn9Y/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I curled Clarissa's with a curling iron it looked sooooo pretty!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwK7im3dtSw/TZ-zIQJF7NI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qaI4yFJYbL0/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6sIyh73Upo/TZ-y4FtPmXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VPHaCnlLkG4/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593385938891807090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6sIyh73Upo/TZ-y4FtPmXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VPHaCnlLkG4/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that, is the &lt;em&gt;mane &lt;/em&gt;event at our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4724779509154466976?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4724779509154466976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/mane-event.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4724779509154466976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4724779509154466976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/mane-event.html' title='The Mane Event!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8S2W3fmrw/TZ-z_Dbic2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Er5KyZ2lxmY/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-740155264081419556</id><published>2011-03-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:56:05.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Cakes</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Carolina and I made carrot cake!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fASTSqIIzq0/TZIYNJBhooI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/urF3no8WzXg/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589556701559890562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fASTSqIIzq0/TZIYNJBhooI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/urF3no8WzXg/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carolina decided that the cake batter was a kingdom. She told me that the cinnamon were The good guys and the salt were the bad guys. (It was very interesting!) Also, the carrots were the princesses, and the flower was the princes trying to rescue the princesses. Next She decided that the raisins were boats and the nuts were the scuba divers! It was getting exiting by then and she was getting an audience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_S9BX7juOo/TZIX0_yLL8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/3LWX9q9MRKs/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589556286762725314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_S9BX7juOo/TZIX0_yLL8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/3LWX9q9MRKs/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carolina's awesome! She reminds me of myself! I love her!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5kBIiLs_c/TZIXoIWQa8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AadCON-CLMs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589556065723247554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5kBIiLs_c/TZIXoIWQa8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AadCON-CLMs/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here is Carolina after making the cake! (she wanted to make sure that she didn't get her clothes dirty and insisted on wearing two aprons!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a nut, and I love her! :) &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/848865499033369512-740155264081419556?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/740155264081419556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/tale-of-two-cakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/740155264081419556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/740155264081419556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/tale-of-two-cakes.html' title='A Tale of Two Cakes'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fASTSqIIzq0/TZIYNJBhooI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/urF3no8WzXg/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1661354134917200346</id><published>2011-03-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:04:24.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Supper Easy Bun with Headband!</title><content type='html'>I love this do! and it is relay soooo easy! It also works best if her hair is wet. &lt;br /&gt;     First I pulled back her bangs (Carolina is growing out her bangs right now, sorry all my hair dos have pulling her bangs up!) I used bobby pins but you also could put it in a ponytail.   Also, if she wants her bangs down I would just skip this step.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PohmGR51FQc/TY4oDfHsmuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-SZZQhp2oGs/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588448227971865314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PohmGR51FQc/TY4oDfHsmuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-SZZQhp2oGs/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      Next,  I pulled all her hair into a high ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRN3tF14uNI/TY4n4MZ3y5I/AAAAAAAAATw/9llrVSjrC1w/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588448033969261458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRN3tF14uNI/TY4n4MZ3y5I/AAAAAAAAATw/9llrVSjrC1w/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    And, when I put the ponytail in I made it into a loop-bun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mySC0MMO-4/TY4ntRTzM8I/AAAAAAAAATo/vwKwZWEsZDo/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588447846307410882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mySC0MMO-4/TY4ntRTzM8I/AAAAAAAAATo/vwKwZWEsZDo/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               Next I pulled out the hair.  I put in a few bobby pins but if it stays you don't need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlpzOGEhYos/TY4niQhZCwI/AAAAAAAAATg/u3Y4b1FxY30/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588447657117420290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlpzOGEhYos/TY4niQhZCwI/AAAAAAAAATg/u3Y4b1FxY30/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Next I put on a stretchy headband.  But, if you don't have one you could just use ribbon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZ6HYgUeBY/TY4m-FcgNTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XPR4AFz4kwU/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588447035668837682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZ6HYgUeBY/TY4m-FcgNTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XPR4AFz4kwU/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    And...Tada! your done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X7lyiYKMtQ/TY4mrxKUIaI/AAAAAAAAATI/UpbNWJD_GIU/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588446720986194338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X7lyiYKMtQ/TY4mrxKUIaI/AAAAAAAAATI/UpbNWJD_GIU/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1661354134917200346?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1661354134917200346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/supper-easy-bun-with-headband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1661354134917200346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1661354134917200346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/supper-easy-bun-with-headband.html' title='Supper Easy Bun with Headband!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PohmGR51FQc/TY4oDfHsmuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-SZZQhp2oGs/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8309765598035317122</id><published>2011-03-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:39:54.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairbows'/><title type='text'>Rose Hair Bow</title><content type='html'>I love these bows!! There sooo easy and they only take like five minutes!! All you need is a long strip of fabric, a hot glue gun and a bobby pin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           First, tear a long strip of fabric and tie a knot in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xI1b0rgbeg/TY0yrbdAdsI/AAAAAAAAATA/f2pD7xkjqqk/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588178434321839810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xI1b0rgbeg/TY0yrbdAdsI/AAAAAAAAATA/f2pD7xkjqqk/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Next fold the strip in half at the knot, twist the ends together and start to twist around, getting looser the more you twist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbeDUpT-qUk/TY0yYrsdDeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zXcsu2HHuDc/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588178112264080866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbeDUpT-qUk/TY0yYrsdDeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zXcsu2HHuDc/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Keep twisting until its as big as you want it.  Then, glue the end behind the flower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMD-Q_2ZlWc/TY0yNiJXT3I/AAAAAAAAASw/5faM0i7FQwc/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588177920722423666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMD-Q_2ZlWc/TY0yNiJXT3I/AAAAAAAAASw/5faM0i7FQwc/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Next I glued three beads in the middle of the rose.  Next I glued a bobby pin to the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbGFCI6sTOw/TY0x2IydfZI/AAAAAAAAASo/U5z4VxSr12w/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588177518778482066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbGFCI6sTOw/TY0x2IydfZI/AAAAAAAAASo/U5z4VxSr12w/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And than your done!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SspatcLobDM/TY0xlxShHjI/AAAAAAAAASg/KAMYkQwKkh0/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588177237592579634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SspatcLobDM/TY0xlxShHjI/AAAAAAAAASg/KAMYkQwKkh0/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            THE END!!!!&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/848865499033369512-8309765598035317122?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8309765598035317122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/rose-hair-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8309765598035317122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8309765598035317122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/rose-hair-bow.html' title='Rose Hair Bow'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xI1b0rgbeg/TY0yrbdAdsI/AAAAAAAAATA/f2pD7xkjqqk/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3395750873486625771</id><published>2011-03-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:47:04.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>French Braded Bun with Ribbons!</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite hair dos! I found it &lt;a href="http://www.thewrighthair.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I think it's sooo cute!! This is also the hair do that I did on Lili when she got baptised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           First I put up her bangs with a little rubber band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzG4MTKxWQk/TYzQUGBgkrI/AAAAAAAAASY/3AWfXPdnHB0/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588070281292845746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzG4MTKxWQk/TYzQUGBgkrI/AAAAAAAAASY/3AWfXPdnHB0/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;           Next I put the top half of her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIoYiXj-sdM/TYzP3Fc__bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sxabOU8CBy4/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588069782923509170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIoYiXj-sdM/TYzP3Fc__bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sxabOU8CBy4/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Next I divided the remaining hair in half and french braided up.  It is easiest if she puts her head down whale you do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MC_qr2md-1w/TYzPnHkjibI/AAAAAAAAASI/_vUnMe4dGH0/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588069508614162866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MC_qr2md-1w/TYzPnHkjibI/AAAAAAAAASI/_vUnMe4dGH0/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          Then I pulled all the hair into a  high ponytail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chFFmvDrEGQ/TYzPY9SHs7I/AAAAAAAAASA/LjAzhmGEjbM/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588069265334318002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chFFmvDrEGQ/TYzPY9SHs7I/AAAAAAAAASA/LjAzhmGEjbM/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Next, I cut a long peace of thin ribbon and big plastic needle.  and put the ribbon through the braid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn0mS_cRCFE/TYzPGM4Ws6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/lBSeYYyqNhk/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588068943103701922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn0mS_cRCFE/TYzPGM4Ws6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/lBSeYYyqNhk/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Than doing one side at a time I cris crossed the ribbon through the braid and up through the ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LZWaoZS__0/TYzOrcsk02I/AAAAAAAAARw/ADC2jhh1_6o/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588068483492795234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LZWaoZS__0/TYzOrcsk02I/AAAAAAAAARw/ADC2jhh1_6o/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Next twist the hair into a bun, and tie a bow at the top with the extra ribbon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8We3bIqg5s/TYzOZPw2ftI/AAAAAAAAARo/IUIgBORwQaM/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588068170783424210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8We3bIqg5s/TYzOZPw2ftI/AAAAAAAAARo/IUIgBORwQaM/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Now your done!!!!! I really love this one! also with Carolina's short hair it's hard to make high ponytails with it falling out! Also, I've made this without the ribbon and it's really cute all by its self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNiBcUPovUg/TYzOCJqE7VI/AAAAAAAAARg/94hzdI6SgIU/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588067774007405906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNiBcUPovUg/TYzOCJqE7VI/AAAAAAAAARg/94hzdI6SgIU/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytSZ3Sg383U/TYzNsSpwl0I/AAAAAAAAARY/8OrYWbsCNLE/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588067398464870210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytSZ3Sg383U/TYzNsSpwl0I/AAAAAAAAARY/8OrYWbsCNLE/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Isn't she pretty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                          THE END! &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/848865499033369512-3395750873486625771?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3395750873486625771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/french-braded-un-with-ribbons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3395750873486625771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3395750873486625771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/french-braded-un-with-ribbons.html' title='French Braded Bun with Ribbons!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzG4MTKxWQk/TYzQUGBgkrI/AAAAAAAAASY/3AWfXPdnHB0/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3394177867776367624</id><published>2011-03-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:42:00.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairbows'/><title type='text'>Easter Flowers!!!</title><content type='html'>This year my amazing mother decided to sew us all (except Clarissa's she bout hers) Easter dresses!!! and I found this pattern and made us flowers with the extra fabric! It was realy easy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first I cut five, 4" by 4" squares and a long 2" wide strip out of knit fabric. (my strip was 44" but it dosen't have to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1aMYGIpMlE/TYuHmReGSRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UkIQJQL78xc/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708854277654802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1aMYGIpMlE/TYuHmReGSRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UkIQJQL78xc/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next I folded a square in halve and stitched along the edge, use very long thread!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usZkwVuN8j0/TYuHd8OGmII/AAAAAAAAARI/38uuwYEThys/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708711134468226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usZkwVuN8j0/TYuHd8OGmII/AAAAAAAAARI/38uuwYEThys/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thean gather the square to make a peatal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNV3V7tVPww/TYuHL4EoKZI/AAAAAAAAARA/DhNhtVmUqHw/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708400783337874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNV3V7tVPww/TYuHL4EoKZI/AAAAAAAAARA/DhNhtVmUqHw/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tie a knot, but DO NOT cut the thread. Without cutting the thread go to the next peatal, gather and tie a knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izwKOUGF4CQ/TYuG5Qdl45I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yty_Wi2lR4k/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708080912982930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izwKOUGF4CQ/TYuG5Qdl45I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yty_Wi2lR4k/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once you gather all five peatals tie an knot to make a loop of peatals. don't cut the thread put aside the peatals leaving the thread long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XoCSZWFZV0/TYuGrnycppI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-Pu7SHM8u6E/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587707846656304786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XoCSZWFZV0/TYuGrnycppI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-Pu7SHM8u6E/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next I folded the knit strp in half and cut little slits along the whole length of the strip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7X4r4y8fvs/TYuGYIPeO_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/dkkUt1-FSPE/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587707511770594290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7X4r4y8fvs/TYuGYIPeO_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/dkkUt1-FSPE/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next wind the strip into a roll, and use the thread (still attached to the ring of peatals) to go thrugh the roll. I made my roll a little big!!! and had a little problem with my needle!!!! so I used hot glue instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b996Jy2jHiI/TYuGFiuozDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QyiJO0hfHC8/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587707192463117362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b996Jy2jHiI/TYuGFiuozDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QyiJO0hfHC8/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my sad needle!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587706950446150450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vYSblqKwSA/TYuF3dJS8zI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tWMrXb7Oad4/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B6OJuWZPdQ/TYuFpcUhd-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HAgYmTFVq6c/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587706709706635234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B6OJuWZPdQ/TYuFpcUhd-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HAgYmTFVq6c/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I used the extra thread and stitched (or if you have an extra large middle like mine use hot glue) the middle to the peatals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqxES4QKznc/TYuFcaEgcuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AH2TLh_UQjU/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587706485764289250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqxES4QKznc/TYuFcaEgcuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AH2TLh_UQjU/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now use hot glue to attach a hair clip or you can sew it to a bag, or shirt or any thing you want!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7qM7wHWloU/TYuFMxgBzFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KWSfW3YN0XI/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587706217175829586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7qM7wHWloU/TYuFMxgBzFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KWSfW3YN0XI/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your finished!!!!! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZGvuMgcgM/TYuE3AKJKCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E9Afz1cFoKs/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587705843153446946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZGvuMgcgM/TYuE3AKJKCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E9Afz1cFoKs/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the other ones I made! for the pink and white one, my middle is way smaller I only used a 20" strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3394177867776367624?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3394177867776367624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/easter-flowers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3394177867776367624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3394177867776367624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/easter-flowers.html' title='Easter Flowers!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1aMYGIpMlE/TYuHmReGSRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UkIQJQL78xc/s72-c/4-H%2Bbooks%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1835897117941150263</id><published>2011-03-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:12:32.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Braided Headband-Heidi hair</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite hair dos! We have the movie Heidi and her hair looks like this so I decided to try it!&lt;br /&gt;                             First I parted her and put one side in a pigtail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12iLky4HD38/TYozBgTtwRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sUZvFoAka-Y/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587334388652032274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12iLky4HD38/TYozBgTtwRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sUZvFoAka-Y/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Then I started next to the part and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braided&lt;/span&gt; up staying away from the middle of her head.  I did a normal french &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;braid&lt;/span&gt; but reversed it and instead of going over I went under.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNoOHzU22cM/TYoypHx1qZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eQ-iYQh7B1A/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587333969750632850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNoOHzU22cM/TYoypHx1qZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eQ-iYQh7B1A/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Go the whole way to the top of her head french &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braiding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwYDzuAab_Q/TYoyYPs98FI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OJpMLO0I3oQ/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587333679819911250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwYDzuAab_Q/TYoyYPs98FI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OJpMLO0I3oQ/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Once I got to the top of her head, and ran out of hair, I took out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pigtail&lt;/span&gt; and started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braiding&lt;/span&gt; down the other side of her head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afAHaaKAkno/TYos8v3uDbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MKKrOxfYQIs/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587327709860466098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afAHaaKAkno/TYos8v3uDbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MKKrOxfYQIs/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYlITfmMcLA/TYosq5x3vVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/w9Q6PtV7B_I/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587327403282644306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYlITfmMcLA/TYosq5x3vVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/w9Q6PtV7B_I/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Once I got to the bottom of her head I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finessed&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;braid&lt;/span&gt; going as far as I could and secured it with an rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW57QTvZxnA/TYosXPAj8uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4cpVQR0TBrQ/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587327065384022754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW57QTvZxnA/TYosXPAj8uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4cpVQR0TBrQ/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Next I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;braid&lt;/span&gt; around her head, and secured it with bobby pins and hide it behind the braid as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWdAH6DtKlY/TYosCaW6MII/AAAAAAAAAO4/cwV5DwLkVcY/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587326707653292162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWdAH6DtKlY/TYosCaW6MII/AAAAAAAAAO4/cwV5DwLkVcY/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     NOW YOUR DONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVgcCm0Rvkc/TYor2fw0B9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vFnfSrg6iew/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587326502945687506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVgcCm0Rvkc/TYor2fw0B9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vFnfSrg6iew/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;em&gt;here is it from the back, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AITifvAl208/TYorjS6E-gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2QVyFur0P1c/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587326173077371394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AITifvAl208/TYorjS6E-gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2QVyFur0P1c/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;and the top!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxz_gWIM2ro/TYorQYOrJHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/r7Fa3vlciDs/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587325848088421490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxz_gWIM2ro/TYorQYOrJHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/r7Fa3vlciDs/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                And here is it from the front.  Isn't she pretty!!! (sorry this picture is kind of blurry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNwDYx6_tg/TYorExpaCzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i7jiQLfGeqk/s1600/4-H%2Bbooks%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587325648753003314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNwDYx6_tg/TYorExpaCzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i7jiQLfGeqk/s320/4-H%2Bbooks%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    And then this is how it looks the next day!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1835897117941150263?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1835897117941150263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/braided-headband-heidi-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1835897117941150263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1835897117941150263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/braided-headband-heidi-hair.html' title='Braided Headband-Heidi hair'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12iLky4HD38/TYozBgTtwRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sUZvFoAka-Y/s72-c/4-H%2Bbooks%2B040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1116937695874596433</id><published>2011-03-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:46:52.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>My new Obsession #2</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy!! two posts in one day when I haven't posted in months.  Anyway, I've also been obssesd with making these bags! I made a black and wite one for my friend for her Birthday and I liked it so much I made one for my girlscamp secret sister!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            First I cut two piece of fabric of the same size but diferent colors for the main bag part. and I sewd them togeter at the tops, then I did the side seams to make a bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Next I cut a piece of the same fabric that is the inside of the bag and made the ruffle.  I just basted it, gatered it and then sewed it on to the bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Then I made the strap.  My strap was about the same thickness as my ruffle.  one side of the strap I sewed to the back side of the bag and the other side I tied in a bow and handsewed it to the top of the ruffle.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586989181056718098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXDfU0TyCio/TYj5DxzWFRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S_aF_v-SStM/s320/100-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;em&gt;This Is how the strap should look.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;Then I pulled the bottom corners in and sewed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LSM6mcUJJA/TYj4Ze2IfCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oMc4ke5XGMw/s1600/100-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586988454413630498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LSM6mcUJJA/TYj4Ze2IfCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oMc4ke5XGMw/s320/100-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;Sorry This isn't a verry discriptiv picture!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             And then....YOUR FINNISHED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UfYzBNpRRM/TYj1gKsYfSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a17KPdisgtY/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586985270728228130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UfYzBNpRRM/TYj1gKsYfSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a17KPdisgtY/s320/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       I really like it!! I also think It would make a good scripture case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1116937695874596433?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1116937695874596433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-obsession-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1116937695874596433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1116937695874596433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-obsession-2.html' title='My new Obsession #2'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXDfU0TyCio/TYj5DxzWFRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/S_aF_v-SStM/s72-c/100-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5272641646846352514</id><published>2011-03-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:09:47.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>My new Obsession</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't posted forever!!!! I need to do better!  Anyway, I have a new obsession! I saw a link on Hannah's Blog too, &lt;a href="http://www.princesshairstyles.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; Blog and a link on that blog to &lt;a href="http://www.babesinhairland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thewrighthair.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog! Now I do my sister's hair all the time!! I love it.  Here are some of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T68maK5gDmY/TYjwrwezz9I/AAAAAAAAANw/zfaHXFN2fLk/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586979972292267986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T68maK5gDmY/TYjwrwezz9I/AAAAAAAAANw/zfaHXFN2fLk/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1rOHU2icRM/TYjwW7AwZyI/AAAAAAAAANo/qxYco6H3qn8/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586979614341752610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1rOHU2icRM/TYjwW7AwZyI/AAAAAAAAANo/qxYco6H3qn8/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PAgzF0L5ts/TYjv0zqXo0I/AAAAAAAAANg/Tt2lRCuik1w/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586979028253254466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PAgzF0L5ts/TYjv0zqXo0I/AAAAAAAAANg/Tt2lRCuik1w/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Well anyway, I hope you enjoy these as much as I do! A nd I'll try to post more!!!!! &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/848865499033369512-5272641646846352514?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5272641646846352514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-obsession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5272641646846352514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5272641646846352514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-obsession.html' title='My new Obsession'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T68maK5gDmY/TYjwrwezz9I/AAAAAAAAANw/zfaHXFN2fLk/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5040189020639386694</id><published>2010-09-22T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:05:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Pie!!!</title><content type='html'>My dad is a great guy he has 4 main interests. (After his family of coarse.) they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BYU foot ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lawn Mowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And fruit mainly peaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This blog is about #4) When ever we go anywhere (Even if we're on vacation and we cant realy eat a whole box of peaches.) My dad wants to get cases of peaches (He awesome like that!) Any way, two days ago we got, like we get every year 4 big boxes of peaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqcJrL9RbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CZYVInQI_sc/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519895983321597362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqcJrL9RbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CZYVInQI_sc/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then we, Clarissa, Liberty, Mom, Hyrum and I got some of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqYbKtfeRI/AAAAAAAAANA/8S8jNIySdOc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519891885795014930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqYbKtfeRI/AAAAAAAAANA/8S8jNIySdOc/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And made three of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqXm_T3MDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JxO8OuIYlM0/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519890989381529650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqXm_T3MDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JxO8OuIYlM0/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I'm sorry this is the most ugly pie we made but we alrady ate the other ones!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way it was so much fun me and my mom made crusts, Clarissa and Hyrum peeled and cut, and Liberty boiled it was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun! I'm so thankful for all my siblings and how we can have so much fun together! And I'm thandkful that my dad loves peaches! &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/848865499033369512-5040189020639386694?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5040189020639386694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/peach-pie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5040189020639386694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5040189020639386694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/peach-pie.html' title='Peach Pie!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TJqcJrL9RbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CZYVInQI_sc/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3484019239153785246</id><published>2010-09-07T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:26:39.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good news is...</title><content type='html'>The good news is I'm finally writing a blog!!! (I'm sorry I've got to get better!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is we started school again, and that means math, spelling, and grammar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is we started school again and that means reading, history, and art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that Clarissa is going to public school so I don't get to see her as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is (I'm not shore if this should be good or bad, I couldn't decide what to do so I guess its good.) ALL the cub scouts and there family's are coming for a pack meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is this good news-bad news stuff isn't as clever and amazing as I thought it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my friend Jessica might be at the cub scout thing so I might be a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad new is this blog is just getting more and more random and long! I promise I wont be offended if you stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I'm ending my blog so you don't have to listen to my rambling on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3484019239153785246?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3484019239153785246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-news-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3484019239153785246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3484019239153785246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-news-is.html' title='The good news is...'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-566209845678693588</id><published>2010-08-08T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:56:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written forever, but I've had a GREAT summer!!!  So let me tell you some things I did this summer.  First it was my birthday!!! so I'm not a "Almost 12 Year Old" anymore!  We went to Twin and got pedicures it was way fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8vgAZm9uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1HNiDKTxdlo/s1600/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503169496579765986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8vgAZm9uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1HNiDKTxdlo/s320/DSC01154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Also now that I'm 12 I got to go to girls camp!!!! My friend Naomi and cousin Maisie  got to go with us!!! I had so much fun except for the first night it was 18 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt;!!! but then it got warmer! And we had A lot of fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8uDsT_l1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Dh2qO3ehaR4/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503167910639540050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8uDsT_l1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Dh2qO3ehaR4/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   then, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; got baptised every one came and we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8sNaO5RYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Adol76kIIKw/s1600/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503165878561752450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8sNaO5RYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Adol76kIIKw/s320/DSC01275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; are getting out of order but anyway here's my cousins from Hawaii they came for a Family Reunion at my grandmas house we had an amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8mNxtmX0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jbqn3nKWmow/s1600/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503159287794786114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8mNxtmX0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jbqn3nKWmow/s320/DSC01407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Then we starred in the amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Musula&lt;/span&gt; Children's theater production "King Arther's Quest!" It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; Much fun!  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Guenevere&lt;/span&gt;  it was amazing I had SUCH a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S I'm standing on the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row in the middle if you wanted to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8kO6SLkwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hDghxJCFIhk/s1600/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503157108252316418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8kO6SLkwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hDghxJCFIhk/s320/DSC01347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Any way, I had a great summer!!! also sorry for not writing much!!!&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/848865499033369512-566209845678693588?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/566209845678693588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/566209845678693588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/566209845678693588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer.html' title='Summer!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/TF8vgAZm9uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1HNiDKTxdlo/s72-c/DSC01154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-635474765481565926</id><published>2010-05-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:16:49.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 12 year old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guss what to day is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deseret eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;and tomorow I'm going to be 12!!!!!!!!! I'm sooo exsited! Tomorow Clarissa, Liberty, my mom and I are going to Twin Falls to meet my friend Naomi and I'm getting my ears pearsed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I'm also so excited! for sunday becase I get to go to  Young Womans and girls camp this years theam is Super Heros and we are Super man!  And a last week Clarissa an I decorated the girls camp tolent wich is are mail box its all blue with the super man S its Verry Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I'm verry exsited for my birthday and being 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-635474765481565926?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/635474765481565926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-12-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/635474765481565926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/635474765481565926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-12-year-old.html' title='Almost 12 year old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2883194443072966297</id><published>2010-05-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:48:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Nuggets and Corn Dogs</title><content type='html'>Last week my mom went to Woman's Comfrenc!  It was...well...hard.  My mom goes every year ever since I can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         When I was little I always was existed when my mom left.  My dad stayed home, we ate as many fried eggs as we coud and we played "Wild Things" (A game we play only when my mom wasn't home that consisted of hiding, screaming, and tickling!)  We had so much fun!  Until, it changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Now we're older! this year my dad went to school one of the days and we stayed home!  I Guss it wasn't that bad because at least I learned some valuable skills!  Here are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  1. I am &lt;u&gt;the best&lt;/u&gt; person in the whole world at heating up frozen Chicken nuggets and Corn Dogs in the Microwave!  (When I first got started I seemed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   to make the corn dogs get all puffy and cracked I don't know why, but I'm a prow now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  2.  I realised something amazing! (Maybe even more amazing than heating up corn dogs! I'm not so sure though)  just give someone extra computer time or put them in front of the TV or Wii and they'll be occupied for howers (and even better they won't make any messes)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 3.  Clean Hyrum, Morgan and Carolina's rooms last or they'll just get messy agaen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Any way we had a good time but I'm&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Glad my mom's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Number fore on my list of "tings I learned" is this: No matter how old you are it is still scary waking true the house in the dark huddling close to Carolina (Little kids get the flash lites unfairer right?) Looking for dad playing wild things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2883194443072966297?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2883194443072966297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/chicken-nuggets-and-corn-dogs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2883194443072966297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2883194443072966297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/chicken-nuggets-and-corn-dogs.html' title='Chicken Nuggets and Corn Dogs'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4973268252227928267</id><published>2010-04-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:33:40.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Other Tallents</title><content type='html'>Its true I have other tallents I know I do!  but one thing I do know is that the piano is defonoutly NOT one of theam!!!   It sad I'm the kind of person who'll  say the sun is to bright to practic the piano! (Like my dear couson Marck at you can read about him at &lt;a href="http://www.thelmadavis.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thelmadavis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Recently my amasing talented little sister Liberty (who has pased me in piano by the way)  got to "the stage!"  "The Stage" is where Clarissa got along time ago its when you're finaly good enuf at the piano that you start to realy enjoy it and you all of a sudden you stat to really like it and be good at it!!!  The only problum is I'm not to "the stage" yet!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Any way like I said I have other tallents and maybe someday I'll get to "the stage!"  (but first I got to be able to insted of quickly doing my songs &lt;u&gt;only three times  &lt;/u&gt;to practising extra like my tallented sisters do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Anyway I have other tallents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4973268252227928267?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4973268252227928267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-other-tallents.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4973268252227928267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4973268252227928267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-other-tallents.html' title='I Have Other Tallents'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1729660592276461506</id><published>2010-04-12T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:18:40.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>I have good news and bad news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bad news it that I am done with 6th grade the reson this is bad is for part of my school I got to write blog posts and My mom would corect them with me! But now that I'm not in 6th grade anymore I wont  have an amazing mom to corect my posts any more!  And spelling and pucktuathon is not one of my strong ponts!  So I'm sorry if my posts are just to horable to read and you can't stand my bad spelling!!!!  Anyway lett me tell you my good news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good news it  I'M IN 7TH GRADE!!!!  To day was my fist day!!  I really like it exsept its &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt;  harder than 6th grade!  Also Liberty is in 5th grade!!!  I'm really exsited and I can't beleve I'm a 7th grader!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1729660592276461506?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1729660592276461506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/04/news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1729660592276461506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1729660592276461506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/04/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8859013465807528733</id><published>2010-03-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:59:09.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>It seems to be the cool blogging thing to do!  Braeden did it, Clarissa did it, Emma did it, and now here I am doing it!   Anyway,  here it is:&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                      A-Anne&lt;br /&gt;                                                      B-Braeden&lt;br /&gt;                                                      C-Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;                                                      D-Deseret&lt;br /&gt;                                                      E-Emma&lt;br /&gt;                                                      F-Freja (Does it count if I've only met her once???)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      G-Grandma-up-the-hill (Is that cheating?)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      H-Hyrum&lt;br /&gt;                                                      I-Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;                                                      J-Jessica&lt;br /&gt;                                                      K-Katie&lt;br /&gt;                                                      L-Liberty&lt;br /&gt;                                                      M-Marianne&lt;br /&gt;                                                      N-Nikki&lt;br /&gt;                                                      O-Olivia (I know four of them!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      P-Patty&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Q-The Snow &lt;u&gt;Q&lt;/u&gt;ueen!&lt;br /&gt;                                                      R-Robert&lt;br /&gt;                                                      S-Savannah&lt;br /&gt;                                                      T-Thelma&lt;br /&gt;                                                      U-is for all the &lt;u&gt;Ugly &lt;/u&gt;people I know (Although I don't know any)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      V-Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;                                                      W-Wyatt (I know two!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      X-For all you Xylophone players out there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Y-Who knows anyone whose name starts with Y?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Z-Zack (I don't think I know a Zack but Clarissa put it on her blog so I'll just copy her!!! )                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   T-The E-End!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8859013465807528733?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8859013465807528733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8859013465807528733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8859013465807528733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2227496403924458</id><published>2010-03-30T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:00:47.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsils!</title><content type='html'>Last week I got my tonsils out!  It was a horrible experience!  My amazing mom took me to the hospital. I was really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;scared!  I got to wear a &lt;strong&gt;Huge &lt;/strong&gt;hospital gown.  (It was way too big for me.)  and they had to put an IV in me twice because the first time it didn't work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up it HURT &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bad!!!!!!  I was so miserable!  When I got home my amazing sister Liberty made me a bunch of get well signs, and Clarissa wrote me a nice letter!!! I hurt all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I lay on the love seat and crocheted and watched the two seasons of Bewitched my mom got me!  Then on Thursday I started feeling better!!  I am pretty much better now. I still hurt a little bit though when I eat but pretty much I'm feeling better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I'm getting better but I don't think I would have made it if I didn't have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two amazing sisters that don't even complain when I have to set my alarm twice in the middle of the night to take medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing sister (Carolina) who gave me makeovers--put all her jewelry on me, paint my nails, and put on a LOT of lotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some amazing grandmas that called to see how I was doing and lent me movies to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful aunt who gave me some really good ice cream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seasons of Bewitched! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hyrum who can finish my icecream or popsicle or pudding if my throat just hurts too much to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Morgan who was extra nice to me and wouldn't finish my icecream or popsicle or pudding because he wants to be extra nice to me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clarissa who taught both sunshine generation groups at the same time.  (It was crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, my wonderful amazing mom who bought me three gallons of ice cream even though I couldn't even eat one!  She stayed home from church and read to me.  She didn't make me do school, and she made me eat something even though my throat hurt.  And she made custard and jello and took care of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I'm feeling better but I'm even more thankful for all the amazing people who helped me get better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2227496403924458?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2227496403924458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonsils.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2227496403924458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2227496403924458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonsils.html' title='Tonsils!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4936944789426088940</id><published>2010-03-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:29:28.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot to say!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say so I will just, "Begin at the beginning and don't stop till I get to the end!" (as the Mad Hatter in &lt;em&gt;Alice In Wonderland &lt;/em&gt;would say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had a mini-sleepover with Savannah!!! (The reason I say mini is that she didn't actually sleep over!!!) Savannah was staying at our house while Jennifer cleaned the church. We read stories and we even made here a little bed!!! It was REALLY fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55WZcckjkI/AAAAAAAAALw/703ms_qydvA/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448887594297626178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55WZcckjkI/AAAAAAAAALw/703ms_qydvA/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exciting thing #2 was a couple of days ago.  We--Liberty, Morgan (he's not in the picture), Carolina, and I--all did our hair in two buns on the top of our head. (Except for Morgan; I don't think he had enough hair for that!) We put on green shirts and painted three freckles on all of our cheeks!!! Clarissa wasn't home and we &lt;strong&gt;begged &lt;/strong&gt;Hyrum to do it to but he wouldn't!!! But we had A LOT OF FUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S We're not as miserable as we look in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55Vj2ytfII/AAAAAAAAALo/gPNC-TbBIWs/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448886673656872066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55Vj2ytfII/AAAAAAAAALo/gPNC-TbBIWs/s320/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next thing (I think this was BY FAR the best!) is Clarissa, Rebecca, Liberty, my dad and Chase went to &lt;strong&gt;NAOMI'S HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was SO fun.  Naomi's big brother Nate was getting his Eagle. So we went to the ceremony thing at their church! Then Clarissa and Rebecca went to the mall while my dad went to the temple. And me and Liberty stayed at Naomi's house! We had SO much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to DI and had a contest to see who could get the best outfit for $6.00.  It was &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; fun!!!!! Me and Naomi got both really cute outfits.  For you Wells church goers, the outfit I wore last Sunday was the outfit I got! And Neena and Liberty both got kind of crazy outfits!!!! Liberty and Neena are just perfect for each other.  They're both really shy but when they're together, they are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; crazy!! Any way it was soooooooo fun! And when we got home we did a fashion show for our parents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time at Naomi's.  Anyway, here are some pictures from on the way to Naomi's.  It was really fun.  We took pictures of everybody's eyes and ears and hair.  It was cool but if I showed you all of them, you'd probably get really bored! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55UtA1WN_I/AAAAAAAAALg/7jkPIqAaN7E/s1600-h/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448885731459479538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55UtA1WN_I/AAAAAAAAALg/7jkPIqAaN7E/s320/148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was really crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55TUCXYlfI/AAAAAAAAALY/OwQxXju-xfA/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448884202862319090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55TUCXYlfI/AAAAAAAAALY/OwQxXju-xfA/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The last exciting thing (or not exciting)  is that I'm going to get my tonsils out this week!!! And we're going to Salt Lake tomorrow so if I don't write for a while, that's why! So wish me luck (I'll be needing it!)&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/848865499033369512-4936944789426088940?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4936944789426088940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/lot-to-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4936944789426088940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4936944789426088940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/lot-to-say.html' title='A lot to say!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S55WZcckjkI/AAAAAAAAALw/703ms_qydvA/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8076523166926330764</id><published>2010-03-11T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:20:16.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time There Were Three Sisters and They...Hated Each Other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5k0yXoNBMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vZxG1eWMUxs/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447443264222069954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5k0yXoNBMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vZxG1eWMUxs/s320/DSC00993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday, March the 8th, at the Johnson's Family Home Evening we had a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; theatrical event!!!! It was 7:00 and the oldest three Johnson sisters and their friend Rebecca Tedder did a stupendous show like nothing any of the Johnson famly members have seen before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dramatic, funny, and touching production was about three sisters who hate each other! There was the stylish, pretty sister (played by Rebecca Tedder) and her sisters, the old fashioned sister (Liberty Johnson) and the gothic sister who always wore black and Morgan's sunglasses (Deseret Johnson) and an amazing narrator (Clarissa Johnson)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit back and relax as these awesome actresses take you through a journey of hate, drama, and love!!!   The three sisters (who hated each other) hear an announcement on the intercom at school that there would be a niceness contest!! And the prize would be $500.00 and an all expense paid vacation to Hawaii!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sisters struggle through the week trying their hardest to love each other. The whole time, without anyone realising it, they learn to love each other!! And when the week is over they realise that it's hard to stop loving each other, so now there are three sisters who...love each other!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you enjoyed the show (or if you haven't) and want to see more, please give us a call and we'll notify you when our next Tina Trampa Lena show is!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for coming to the show!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8076523166926330764?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8076523166926330764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time-there-were-three-sisters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8076523166926330764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8076523166926330764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time-there-were-three-sisters.html' title='Once Upon a Time There Were Three Sisters and They...Hated Each Other!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5k0yXoNBMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vZxG1eWMUxs/s72-c/DSC00993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-821972984934475348</id><published>2010-03-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:18:33.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Daughters and Seven Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt; night my mom likes to read to us in our book. We have read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of books this way.  We all sit on the couch and my mom reads to us! We just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; a REALLY good book called T&lt;em&gt;he Shadow Spinner.  &lt;/em&gt;It was amazing.  (If you want a good book to read ,you can so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;borrow&lt;/span&gt; it!) Now we're reading in a book called Seven &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Daughters&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seven&lt;/span&gt; sons! It's getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lately,&lt;/span&gt; we've been doing drawing contests whiale my mom reads to us! First, we did castles.  It was really fun. I did a castle on a hill and a little village next to it! Then  we did mystical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;creatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;res&lt;/span&gt;. I did a bird whose tale was a rainbow and breathed fire! It was awesome.  I also did a picture with mermaids and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt; but I messed that one up. Last night we did people. I did a princess!!! At the end, we all lay our pictures out and we all vote on our favorite ones! It's really fun, and it's cool that we all draw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt;.  Clarissa draws with dark pen marks, and I draw with soft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pencil,&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading in our book, and I'm so glad my mom reads to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Does anyone have any idea for our contest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-821972984934475348?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/821972984934475348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-daughters-and-seven-sons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/821972984934475348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/821972984934475348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-daughters-and-seven-sons.html' title='Seven Daughters and Seven Sons'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3631740176672539812</id><published>2010-03-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:12:36.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend</title><content type='html'>After school on Friday Clarissa's friend Rebecca came to our house!  I'm not sure exactly why, but I know her mom is in the hospital.  We had fun that night.  We  watched the Princess Bride (Clarissa's new favorite movie, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday we had ALOT OF FUN.  We took a lunch and went up our hill (We found what looked like a horse's skeleton.  It was gross. ) and around to grandma's house where we tried to ride Old Paint bareback.  It was scary though because we didn't even have a rope!  Also I got alot of white horse hair on my jacket.  We ate lunch at Boulder, then climbed a cliff--well, Rebecca did--we went around.  Then we went to the field behind grandma-up-the-hill's, by the dump and Beaver Dam's.  THEN we went to the field (more like treacherous jungle) behind grandma-up-the-hills and then we had real adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Rebecca's boot got stuck in the mud and her sock got all muddy so she had to wear other socks and now her boots are still REALLY MUDDY!!!  Then Clarissa and I go burrs in our hair!!!!!!!  Luckily Rebecca got mine out but Clarissa's got really stuck and tangled in her hair but when we got home my dad got them out.    Then I fell in a really muddy gross ditch ruining the crackers we were saving for later.  (It was dramatic!) !  That's when we decided to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we ALL took showers and got in to CLEAN clothes. (It was refreshing!)  Then we made a restaurant for the Missionaries and my parents.  It was called &lt;em&gt;The Victorian Cottage.  &lt;/em&gt;It was REALLY fun.  We all were waitresses except Liberty. (She wanted to be the cook.)  We made menus and had candles and music and had ALOT of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday Elesa (Rebecca's big sister) came to our house and Leana (Rebecca's little sister)  might come today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really fun having them here! And I think they're going to stay with us for two weeks!!!!  I'm really excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3631740176672539812?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3631740176672539812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3631740176672539812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3631740176672539812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8779319962730028325</id><published>2010-03-04T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:04:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue and Gold Banquet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the blue and gold banquet!   We were invited because Hyrum and Morgan are coming into scouts this year!  The boys were VERY EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AbJR1xe0I/AAAAAAAAALI/18td8hIgtwY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444881795712645954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AbJR1xe0I/AAAAAAAAALI/18td8hIgtwY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     Here they are with the other newcoming scouts&lt;br /&gt;                               Morgan, Skyler (Morgan's friend), Brent (a kid in our 4-H club's little brother), Hyrum, and Logan Ballard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AaXE8FP9I/AAAAAAAAALA/WNOKXktpSFw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444880933255987154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AaXE8FP9I/AAAAAAAAALA/WNOKXktpSFw/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         Here's Morgan and Hyrum.  They each got a candy bar and a pencol that had the Cub Scout promise on it  (whatever that is). Hyrum got REALLY excited and now has the promise memorised and has said it like a million times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AaBSkrrII/AAAAAAAAAK4/pdbLyn1sMn8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444880558958816386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AaBSkrrII/AAAAAAAAAK4/pdbLyn1sMn8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AZq8ufXMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6kxQYWOt1rI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444880175137250498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AZq8ufXMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6kxQYWOt1rI/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   It was fun.  Jessica and I  even decorated Jessica's and Jessica's little sister Sara's hair with ribbons that were on the tables!  It was fun.  (We also put alot more ribbons in Sara's pony tail that you can't see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AZJFL-zRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pZo-20tmLNY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444879593292877074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AZJFL-zRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pZo-20tmLNY/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             We had fun but the best part was that we got to have Jessica over for a sleepover!  (I'll tell you more about it in another post.)  &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/848865499033369512-8779319962730028325?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8779319962730028325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-and-gold-banquet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8779319962730028325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8779319962730028325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-and-gold-banquet.html' title='The Blue and Gold Banquet'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S5AbJR1xe0I/AAAAAAAAALI/18td8hIgtwY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3675341324060132097</id><published>2010-03-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:41:21.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Picnic</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was really little my siblings and I loved to go play on Jeoff's land.  Right across our driveway it has a stream that goes out in a place so it looks like a really little lake.  We have forts, and play dolls, and go swimming there.  Also we always find the first buttercup there!!!  (By the way we never ended up finding a buttercup yesterday.)  And yesterday we had our picnic!!!   Here's me enjoying the wonderful warm weather: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41OaCc7FiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aUUWBjnBuQY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444093733802546722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41OaCc7FiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aUUWBjnBuQY/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           First we set up camp.  We had two folding chairs, a towel laid out (I'm sitting on the towel in the last picture),  and the boys tepee: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41NlH0kO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_m59boWUS4E/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444092824710822722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41NlH0kO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_m59boWUS4E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           The boys chopped out some of the ice out of our mini lake and tried to make a boat (It wasn't successful)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41KD1jtoFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7C4BKHZ2Nk8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444088954337730642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41KD1jtoFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7C4BKHZ2Nk8/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           We brought our dolls Josefina, Emily, Sara, and Molly.  Carolina held Bitty Baby, and Kirsten and Clarissa decided not to come.  They thought it was too cold.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41JGmzW3eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/n9ygQhxRHnQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444087902404795874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41JGmzW3eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/n9ygQhxRHnQ/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    After a while we got some company, and Isaiah joined us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41Hn3rljKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sof5Tt8dVpo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444086274848033954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41Hn3rljKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sof5Tt8dVpo/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Here's Liberty and Carolina enjoying our picnic lunch (or mini pizzas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41Gsi6BFJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OE6TaZ_bSPs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444085255659132050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41Gsi6BFJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OE6TaZ_bSPs/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    We had a great time at our picnic.  The only problem is  the weather doesn't look quite as nice as yesterday, but we can hope for the best, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            P.S  Doesn't arond our house look so nice and sunny?  You Davises should come and have another picnic with us!!!  And Thelma while you're here Grandma can take you to the Dentist!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You should come soon before I get my tonsils out!)  &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/848865499033369512-3675341324060132097?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3675341324060132097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-picnic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3675341324060132097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3675341324060132097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-picnic.html' title='Our Picnic'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S41OaCc7FiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aUUWBjnBuQY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1989151904484488569</id><published>2010-03-01T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:03:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>When my mom read Jennifer's blog and saw that Isaiah found Jennifer a buttercup, she told us to go find her a buttercup (For the past long time my sisters and I had always found the first buttercup of the year.  I guess Isaiah beat us!)  &lt;br /&gt;              So this morning we went outside to look for buttercups!  We didn't find any but we're going to look more this afternoon!  We're also having a picnic.  (Well everyone but my mom and Clarissa.  They said its too cold for them).  &lt;br /&gt;           I'm so excited for March (I hope it's this warm the whole month!) Here are somethings I'm exsited about for March: &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                 We're going to Fiddler on the Roof at the Hale Theater! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Naomi and Neena might come and stay with us for the first part of their spring break! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Also in March I'm &lt;strong&gt;GETTING MY TONSILS OUT!!&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm not ecsited but at least I get to eat alot of ice cream!!!  So just be prepared.  I'm getting my tonsils out on the 18th so I'm probably not going to be writing blogs for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Well, I hope you all have a great March!  And I better go get school done so we can go on our picnic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1989151904484488569?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1989151904484488569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/march.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1989151904484488569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1989151904484488569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6063689605834709412</id><published>2010-02-25T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:28:11.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing Life Of Fred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;spring break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my BFF necklace &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flip Flops&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sisters&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GoingShopping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bean Bags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Family &lt;em&gt;Polka-dots&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;smiling :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;American Girl &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edgar's Tacos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;my friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Red Lobster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activity day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Primary&lt;/span&gt; Music &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slush &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Doing hair &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Staying up late&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BIG PILLOWS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;My new bangs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WritingBlogs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4-H&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tamales&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My bed &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The MCT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pigs !!!exclamation points!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pajama Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cream Puffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tina Trampa Leana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Acting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;swimming in Boulder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sleeping Basket Ball &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CTR rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6063689605834709412?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6063689605834709412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6063689605834709412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6063689605834709412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4925681574967090535</id><published>2010-02-24T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:47:11.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerios, Little Black Dresses, and Ponytails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4VvN9JkZkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XyEs2bwlCvc/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Once on a Cheerios box it said something like "Just like your little black dress, cheerios wholesome goodness will always be there for you."   (Lame right?) &lt;br /&gt;        There's two problems with this little logo or whatever it is.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;       1  Cheerios's are gross (I used to think they were alright with blackberries but the more I eat it, I'm getting less and less convinced!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       2  On the box there was a picture of a so called "little black dress"  that is sleeveless! (Not good!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And so if someone sees this they think, one, "ew, I don't want to buy anything that talks about immodest clothing let alone anything that's comparing my breakfast to a black dress!"&lt;br /&gt;       and, two, if someone sees a little black dress in JCPenny's they think, "I saw a picture of this on a box with something disgusting in it!!!"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Maybe that's why they got rid of that and put an overly excited lady eating Cheerios!  (I don't think it helps much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               But thats beside the point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The point of this blog is not to tell you about how lame Cheerios are!!! It's to tell you about my problem!  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I love to do hair.  I love to do my sisters' hair and my dolls' hair and my own hair!  But here's the problem.  Every morning usually this happens.  I sleep in, I quickly get up, brush my hair, and put in a pony tail, and get to school!  I could curl my hair and elaborately do my hair in some way, but I don't.  I put it in a ponytail.    And on rare mornings when I decide to do my hair, it usually ends up falling out and going into a ponytail!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;                   So here's my idea.  First: drop the little black dress and overly excited lady.  Two: make Cheerios taste better,  and three: Make a new thing that says:  Just like your comforting ponytail, Cheerios (That taste better than before) wholesome goodness will always be there for you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              Its still lame, but I like it better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4925681574967090535?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4925681574967090535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheerios-little-black-dresses-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4925681574967090535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4925681574967090535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheerios-little-black-dresses-and.html' title='Cheerios, Little Black Dresses, and Ponytails'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4673872911484511924</id><published>2010-02-23T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:39:15.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Family!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a hard day for everybody!! Everybody was cranky and annoyed! Hyrum lost his computer and movie privileges, Clarissa's school took longer than she wanted. I had gotten mad at my mom and Clarissa earlier in the day. Liberty had gotten in trouble after lunch for not wanting to do her dish job. Morgan was tired and cranky.  Carolina was having a hard time and everyone was just mad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom cooked us a wonderful dinner, and when everyone was sitting down my mom said she had an idea!! She said that we were going to go around the table and have everyone say something they like about each person!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? It cheered everyone up!!! After dinner we had a great Family Home Evening! I'm so thankful for my wonderful family!!! And I'm so glad that even when we all have had a bad day we have each other to cheer us up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4673872911484511924?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4673872911484511924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-amazing-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4673872911484511924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4673872911484511924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-amazing-family.html' title='My Amazing Family!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2501107547062380273</id><published>2010-02-22T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:05:08.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Photogenic</title><content type='html'>It's true I'm not Photojgenic AT ALL.  I always look horrible in every picture!!!!  If you don't believe me, look at this picture:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LXBRbXTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ebrfiF8VR6M/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441147716674997314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LXBRbXTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ebrfiF8VR6M/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Do you notice anything different in this picture??? If you don't see it, you can tell better in this picture: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LWJoBdtjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uDlbUoGvc2Q/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441146760667706930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LWJoBdtjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uDlbUoGvc2Q/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    YES you're right!!!! I got my bangs cut.  I wanted a good picture for my blog with my bangs!  But there weren't any good pictures of me so I decided to post the Very Worst pictures of me instead!  (That way I have an excuse to put bad pictures of myself!)   It was soooooooooooooooooo fun!!!!  I went to Mindy's hair place in Wells.  (She was my primary teacher when I was younger!!!)  She was so nice and she even curled my hair!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               What do you think?  I REALLY like them!!!!  (maybe that's just cause I've seen my self for real and not just these ugly pictures!!!)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When I got home from getting my hair cut everyone, as in Liberty, Carolina, Morgan, and Clarissa (my parents had already seen me)  told me how much they liked it.  And Hyrum said "That's Weird!"  He's so positive, isn't he?  Anyway now he's decided he likes them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        Then Liberty started taking pictures of me because I wanted one for this blog post! It got a little crazy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LVS6Z-0YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1RhmIunKpPw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441145820709572994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LVS6Z-0YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1RhmIunKpPw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               OK. Really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LUelD6DYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xIgJEqayyog/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441144921626643842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LUelD6DYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xIgJEqayyog/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Well anyway, I hope you like my bangs.  And here is one more picture (for your enjoyment)  of  your very unphotogenic cousin or granddaughter or neice or daughter or sister or friend...me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LS0dK4rDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5ytK6hFiUGg/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441143098442296370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LS0dK4rDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5ytK6hFiUGg/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    P.S  Even my dear little cousin Savanah is ashamed of my unphotogenicness!&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/848865499033369512-2501107547062380273?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2501107547062380273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/non-photogenic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2501107547062380273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2501107547062380273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/non-photogenic.html' title='Non Photogenic'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S4LXBRbXTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ebrfiF8VR6M/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2242440900785547482</id><published>2010-02-18T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:11:49.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan!</title><content type='html'>In my last post I said I would tell about Peter Pan in another Post.  Well here's the other post!   I while ago, I got the idea to do a Peter Pan play!  So my friend Jessica and I started writing it!  Later my sisters got involved and helped us write the script too!   We're not finished with it yet but we're working on it! &lt;br /&gt;            Then we started making costumes!  This is the first one I made.  If you can't tell, it's a mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S31-y0CC6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/2rhIXscyg3w/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439643336359208978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S31-y0CC6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/2rhIXscyg3w/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   It was so much fun, I started making more and my sisters are helping me.  So far, we have: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another Mermaid tail (a pink one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3 pair of pirate pants&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;     2 Indian skirts &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  2 Indian shirts&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;   1 Pirate flag                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 Tiger Lili dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1 Captain Hook coat (We didn't make this one.  We found it in the garsh.  Do you think it's ok if Captain Hook has a gray coat instead of a red one?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     and,&lt;br /&gt;       2 pirate bandanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I'm really excited!  We also ordered a Peter Pan Song book that came yesterday and Clarissa is going to be our Pianist!  Liberty is going to be Tinker bell, Jessica is going to be Wendy and I'm going to be a backstage-director person-costume designer-hair stylist (along with Jessica)-part script writer!!!!  Also we want Hyrum and Morgan to be Micheal and John! &lt;br /&gt;           I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited for the play!!!  But I better go so I can start sewing more costumes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            P.S  I wish you Davises could come and be in it.  I think Braeden would be a GREAT Captain Hook!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2242440900785547482?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2242440900785547482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-pan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2242440900785547482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2242440900785547482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S31-y0CC6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/2rhIXscyg3w/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6970543445187243096</id><published>2010-02-17T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:34:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect shopping experience</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a perfect shopping experience?  Have you ever gone into a store and been surprised to find someone who you haven't seen for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Well, yesterday Liberty and I had one of these!  We went to the Dollar store and guess who was working there?  Carrie who was Dorothy in the Wizard Of Oz with us!  I got to dance the Jitterbug dance with her!  She is so nice and she told us that she had got her mission call and she's going to Argentina in March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          After we'd talked to her for a while we started looking for pirate swords!  That may sound weird but my sisters, Jessica, and I are going to do a Peter Pan Play!  (I tell you more about it in another post.)  Here's what we needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Blue something (we were thinking sheets) so we can make water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           A lot of brown poster board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And some pirate swords! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We only expected to find pirate swords at the dollar store.  And guess what we found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Blue plastic table cloths that were perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         A lot of brown poster board.  (Well it was red but it looked brown!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And not only pirate swords but a pirate eye patch too!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was a perfect shopping experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6970543445187243096?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6970543445187243096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-shopping-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6970543445187243096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6970543445187243096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-shopping-experience.html' title='My perfect shopping experience'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5080423349960842181</id><published>2010-02-16T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:13:03.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Our Valentine's Day was Great!!!  When we go home from church I set the table with my mom's china and liberty decorated the chandelier!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q73fwPjuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QZByiDUMD_I/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438866062094339810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q73fwPjuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QZByiDUMD_I/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Then we had dinner!  We even broke our diet for the day so we could have sparkling cider!!!!!  It was so fun! Then after Hyrum's repeated asking we finally opened the Valentine's box!!!!!   My favorite part of Valentine's day was my mom's Valentines  that we had been working on for a long time.  First we (my siblings and I and my dad) made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q61NAcyJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/twbc-qfyVJU/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438864923190675602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q61NAcyJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/twbc-qfyVJU/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              It has 365 reasons why we love our mom.   And (my sibings and I) made this for our parents!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q6IfjTjwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QkWrCBK5nZ8/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438864155074596610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q6IfjTjwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QkWrCBK5nZ8/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              We had a great time my mom gave me some REALLY CUTE headbands (I'm wearing one right now).  And some beads (which I'm really excited about!)  but I think my favorite Valentine is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q5WTTHbYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tA_-zbjhlQM/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863292792008066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q5WTTHbYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tA_-zbjhlQM/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         A ham!  You may think this is weird but when we were making valentines for our grandmas and cousins and everyone Clarissa was writing silly poems on Valentines!  One said some thing about a valentine shaped like a ham.  When she was reading one of her poems I started laughing at her (a Valentine shaped like a ham?)  Then on Valentine's Day I got a ham!!!!! (Well not really a ham--a picture of a ham!)  A Valentine shaped like a ham!  Well I hope you all had a great at Valentine's Day as I did (But I hope none of you got hams)  &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/848865499033369512-5080423349960842181?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5080423349960842181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5080423349960842181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5080423349960842181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3q73fwPjuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QZByiDUMD_I/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2475589967456416904</id><published>2010-02-12T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:39:20.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>Lberty is amazing!!!!   There's so many amazing things about her.  Here are just a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Liberty is such a peace maker, she never fights with anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Liberty is such an amazing writer!!!!  If you haven't already, stop what you're doing, go to my blog list on the side of my blog, click on Libery's lovely life, and be amazed when you can't stop reading her clever stories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               If you've read her blog, you can keep reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Liberty is so nice when we go on long trips.  She always goes to the middle seat in the back row (The absolute worst place in the car!)  And if by chance she gets a good seat, she's happy to switch places with anyone if they're fighting with the person next to them!  Also, when we get to a hotel everyone wants to sleep with her becase she dosen't move around (even though everyone else does)but she usually sleeps with Carolina because noone else wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Liberty is so pretty!!! She has such pretty hair (Which she lets me do whenever I want to!)   She's also so skinny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Liberty is such a good worker.  She's always the first one up and the first one to finish school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Liberty is so amazing.  I can think of about a million more amazing things about her but you'd probably get bored if  this post went on that long!!!!  But she is so amazing and I love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3WWD9W4j6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/75xcB8uEdwA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437417119874060194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3WWD9W4j6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/75xcB8uEdwA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2475589967456416904?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2475589967456416904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/liberty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2475589967456416904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2475589967456416904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3WWD9W4j6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/75xcB8uEdwA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8405062547760438662</id><published>2010-02-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:31:16.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started doing math in Kindergarten I've never really liked it or more truthfully I REALLY don't like math.  I never have, I'm not that good at it, and I just don't like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My amazing mom has done so much for me.  She's tried different math books and different things.  First, I did Calvert math.  I don't really remember it, but then she found another curriculum that was REALLY HARD so she pulled me back in math to first grade!!!  I'm glad she did though, becase it was really amazing (amazing as in I learned alot but not amazing as in I enjoyed myself doing it) and I quicly came back to my grade and I learned alot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The worst math I've ever done was Saxon math (To all you home schooling mothers out there, NEVER put your kids through that horrible experience!)  I was doing Saxon math earlier this year but my mom and I got tired of it!   And my mom started me on yet another math curriculum which I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I'm doing a work book from Singapore math (One that I DO NOT enjoy) and an AWESOME math book called Life Of Fred.  And can you believe it, I like it alot!!! It's not like a math book.  It's more of a story and there's math problems that go along with the story!  The whole story is about a five-year-old, 36 inch college math teacher!!! It's so funny! I love it!!  And I suggest it to all you home schooling mothers out there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          So if you have never liked math (like me) do Life of Fred0! I'm so thankful for my mom who teaches me school and found me a math book that I actually like!!!  (Now all she has to do is get rid of my singapore math book)!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8405062547760438662?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8405062547760438662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/math.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8405062547760438662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8405062547760438662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8049363019969901616</id><published>2010-02-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:52:15.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3Gp2YWDW1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oTSQr2BQGa8/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436312976925875026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3Gp2YWDW1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oTSQr2BQGa8/s320/DSC00052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        I need someone's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;! First I wanted to get my hair cut &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;short.  But I got over that. (Well, my mom got me over that.   She DID NOT want me to get my hair cut!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just wanted to keep my hair as it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I'm thinking about getting bangs--not straightt bangs but (I don't know how to describe them) bangs like Jessica Ballards and Bobi Wakley used to have.  Slanted bangs???  I don't know what they're called but I want them.  Now I'm just rambling on and not making any sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you got anything that I was trying to say and you know what slanted bangs are then please leave a comment and tell me what you think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll write another post later saying what I'm going to do!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8049363019969901616?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8049363019969901616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8049363019969901616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8049363019969901616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3Gp2YWDW1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oTSQr2BQGa8/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8284725494094361642</id><published>2010-02-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:18:30.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we got home from Las Vegas.  It was sooo fun!!! Here's some pictures from our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Liberty and Clarissa on the way to Vegas.  While listening to a CD Liberty beat her brush on a book for a drum, I played my guitar (actually it was a brush), and Clarissa mouthed the words into her brush but soon she lost interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BcTkFzsRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Ya2av1vocY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435946241411494162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BcTkFzsRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Ya2av1vocY/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A gas station in Ely where we stopped on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3Bbc9rdWUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b6b-4FmzZCw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435945303387494722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3Bbc9rdWUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b6b-4FmzZCw/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we FINALY got there (you can learn more about our drive in my last post called The Drive--I'm so creative, aren't I?) we went sight seeing!!! We went to an aquarium and a dolphin show and can you believe I FORGOT MY CAMERA!  But I did manage to take a picture of the temple as we drove by another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BamZchUmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0-SKPaTxvPM/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435944365948228194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BamZchUmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0-SKPaTxvPM/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The veiw from my bedroom window! This was taken on the rainy day of our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BZbLMVh5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Kpjc_pR0BkE/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435943073632061330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BZbLMVh5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Kpjc_pR0BkE/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an air hockey table.  We had SO MANY tournaments! Here's Hyrum and Morgan playing and Liberty reffing/waiting to play the winner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BYM8M1nLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JnmwECOvSTw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435941729577835698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BYM8M1nLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JnmwECOvSTw/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan trying to figure out the play station in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BWigQGAMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XY5z8vWONjw/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435939901009166530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BWigQGAMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XY5z8vWONjw/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liberty sitting at our (very small) table while my mom and dad make dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BVf-tVdKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0No4koIx-4I/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435938758133642402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BVf-tVdKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0No4koIx-4I/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  My mom's HUGE bathroom.  My sisters and I tried to talk our parents into adding a bathroom like this right next to our room but so far is hasn't happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BUqUOhMGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k3f0BRexUDo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435937836197032034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BUqUOhMGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k3f0BRexUDo/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front of our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BT6fF17vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9NB9U0WK8h8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435937014479711986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BT6fF17vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9NB9U0WK8h8/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had ALOT of fun in Las Vegas. Some other things we did that I didn't take pictues of is we had an awesome hot tub and an exercise room with lots of exercise equipment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had some car trouble and got to rent a car while it got fixed!!!! it had a GPS!!! and we had alot of fun with it. Clarissa got to sit in the front while we drove it around because my dad was in his conference and she got to work the GPS and I think it was her favorite part of the whole trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot of fun in Las Vegas but I'm glad to be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8284725494094361642?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8284725494094361642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8284725494094361642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8284725494094361642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-las-vegas.html' title='More Las Vegas'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S3BcTkFzsRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6Ya2av1vocY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5849773774617292823</id><published>2010-02-05T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:03:43.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drive</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt; housed!!! It is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt; are for another blog post.   I'm going to tell  you about the dive here!  the three little kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt;, Morgan, and Carolina sat in the back!  My sisters and I sat in the middle and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; sat in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;                    The trip started out all right we had just got 2 a new Riders in the Sky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to them that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt; us for a while (There is the funniest song on the CD called The Phantom of the Chuck wagon!  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of you Phantom of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Opra&lt;/span&gt; freaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Davises&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;br /&gt;              Also my dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; out how to hook up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;micraphone&lt;/span&gt; to the speakers so my mom can read to us so we can all hear!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;               The drive was GREAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; the little kids) got BORED!!! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; started asking how much longer?  About &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; five minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;            Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; we got here!!!! and last night we had a relaxing time in the hot tub!!! (Well I don't know how relaxing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt; jumping around and splashing but we had a good time and we hope the rest of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; is more relaxing than the drive here!!!  Any way I better go Clarissa is trying to find me well I'll keep you posted!  But let me give you some advice DON'T DRIVE 6 1/2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;HOWERS&lt;/span&gt; WITH 6 KIDS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5849773774617292823?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5849773774617292823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/drive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5849773774617292823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5849773774617292823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/drive.html' title='The Drive'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3573402215740520812</id><published>2010-02-04T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:33:56.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Vegas</title><content type='html'>Today after school we are leaving to go to Las Vegus!  My dad has a bishops' conference there and we are going to rent a vacation home!  I'm excited! for:&lt;br /&gt;                      1  It will be warm!!!!!!!!!!  Well, not that warm, but warmer than here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      2 The last time we rented a vacation home, it was soooooooo fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      3 It will be relaxing!  We're bringing lots of books and movies.  It will be soooo fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I'm excited to go but I'm not excited to drive there riding in a car with 6 kids and 2 adults will be kind of stressful but it will be worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            P.S  I'm bringing my camera so I can post a bunch of pictures when I get back!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3573402215740520812?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3573402215740520812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-to-vegas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3573402215740520812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3573402215740520812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-to-vegas.html' title='Going to Vegas'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7904050568529276550</id><published>2010-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:51:42.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Box!</title><content type='html'>On the first Monday of every February, we always make our valentine's box!  First we get a BIG box and wrap it with the white side of wrapping paper or if we have some valentine's-day-ish wraping paper we use that.   Then we divide into teams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Liberty and Carolina or the Valentine Friends&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                                Clarissa and Hyrum or the Mighty Hearts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Me and Morgan or The Red Hots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Also my mom was on a team (with no name) and my dad was on a team too (with no name.) &lt;br /&gt;            We had alot of fun.  The Valentine Friends put pictures of people on their sides.  They also put on a paper tulip and some hearts!&lt;br /&gt;         The Mighty Hearts did a heart attack!  (Or that's what they said) They made alot of hearts and taped them all over the top!  And guess what? Clarissa finally taught Hyrum how to cut out a heart after he kept telling her he could do it (even though he couldn't).  But when she finally taught it to him he said, "Oh I see! That's cool!"&lt;br /&gt;        The Red Hots  (the best team by far) made light pink, light green, and purple hearts and cut out light yellow checked bow shapes for the hearts! &lt;br /&gt;       My mom's side had pictures of everyone in our family cut out in heart shapes!  It was VERY cute! &lt;br /&gt;         My dad's side is always awesome!  He had the usual blue (his favorite color...Not a very valentine-ish color) and red hearts with all of our family's names on them!  Also he always puts a football shape with BYU on it and this time he also put on a BYU basketball!  Last year he even put a heart that said GO MITT ROMNEY! &lt;br /&gt;         We  had so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 "GO RED HOTS! (and BYU basketball!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7904050568529276550?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7904050568529276550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-valentines-box.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7904050568529276550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7904050568529276550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-valentines-box.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Box!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-899322297206311769</id><published>2010-02-01T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:36:04.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February!</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm looking up from my computer at our VERY UGLY calender my mom got at K-mart.  We've been trying to convince my mom to buy another one but she says she likes the one we have "to0 bad!" &lt;br /&gt;             Any way, I want to write a post at the begining of each month about that month! &lt;br /&gt;           Here's some exciting things about my February:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Thursday, the 4th, we leave to go to Las Vegas.  We're going to rent a vacation home while my dad goes to a bishops' conference!  I am excited about being there and I'm NOT excited about the drive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The 26th is Liberty's half B-day!!!!  Happy half birthday, Liberty!  Also in Febuary, my dear cousin Emma has a birthday on the 17th and my grandpa and Aunt Ellen have birthdays on the 7th and the 14th!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERY BODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           More fun February stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On Presidents' Day weekend, Jessica is coming to my house so we can work on our play script we've been writing.  It is Peter Pan and we hope to finish it soon so we can perform it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Febuary 27 my 4-H club (See more about it in my 4-H post)  is going bowling!  I'm a little nervous though.  The only bowling experience I've ever had was on wii sports!  Oh well, I'll get my mom to teach me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            VALENTINE'S DAY I'm really excited!  We're going to make our Valentine box for FHE.  That sounds like a fun activity, right???  I'm kind of sad though because of our Jorge Cruse diet, we can't have any sweet hwarts or chocolates, but we'll live! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Well I hope you all have as good a February as mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-899322297206311769?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/899322297206311769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/899322297206311769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/899322297206311769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5533133497175022303</id><published>2010-01-29T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:04:03.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorge Cruise</title><content type='html'>My mom's friend told my mom about this diet by a guy named Jorge Cruise.  It's supposed to help lose belly fat (What we all need right?)  My mom was telling me about it.  She said, "We'll only get to have 15 grams of sugar a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I thought, that won't be too hard then my mom started telling me how much sugar was is in stuff like a glass of milk (11 grams) and fruit has sooooo much!!!  I thought of things like cheesecake, cream puffs, reese's, and lemonaide.  There was NO WAY I was doing this diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple days later we got some books by this Jorge Cruise guy my mom ordered! I was getting depressed when Clarissa, my mom, and LIBERTY took before pictures.  If you have seen Liberty lately, you can understand why Liberty should not go on a diet!  She is soooooooo skinny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning we officially started the diet.  I still wasn't doing the diet, then I saw what we were having for breakfast--bacon and eggs! I couldn't believe it. I asked my mom if she remembered that they were starting the diet this morning.  She said yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That convinced me!  I am now doing the diet I haven't lost any weight yet but my mom lost 2 pounds!  My mom also says I'm not supposed to lose weight.  And guess what?  It's not that bad except for at activity day a girl brought some caramel popcorn but who can resist caramel pop corn?  I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5533133497175022303?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5533133497175022303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/jorge-cruise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5533133497175022303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5533133497175022303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/jorge-cruise.html' title='Jorge Cruise'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4245490497706218707</id><published>2010-01-25T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:49:17.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically perfect in every way</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a day where everything seems to be perfect.  Yesterday was one of those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, on Saturday, Jessica came to my house and we made matching skirsts and headbands!! And we wore them yesterday! It was so fun to match!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them something even more amazing happened.  While I was standing outside waiting for Jessica, I saw my best friend's car with my best friend in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was soooo exciting to see her.  She and her family had surprised me by coming to church and not telling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we came home and had alot of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Liberty and Neena made us lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13bppkk_hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mx4236fUVU/s1600-h/4-H+books+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430738234259078674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13bppkk_hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mx4236fUVU/s320/4-H+books+115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of crazy pictures. Here's Jessica stepping on Naomi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13ZIjnDA4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cCNqx9JQL3s/s1600-h/4-H+books+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430735466699883394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13ZIjnDA4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cCNqx9JQL3s/s320/4-H+books+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Jessica--she magically got really short then really tall!! She's amazing. Note the cute headband and skirt that we made.  I have a skirt and headband too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13X1yUisZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dHoS42CQ_vk/s1600-h/4-H+books+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734044719657362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13X1yUisZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dHoS42CQ_vk/s320/4-H+books+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Jessica's short, then Naomi is tall. I never knew she had such long legs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13WgAictOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/09FwHyjD1Io/s1600-h/4-H+books+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732571067331810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13WgAictOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/09FwHyjD1Io/s320/4-H+books+100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is my favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13UgvrZm8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0qgHmDjcvL0/s1600-h/4-H+books+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430730384698088386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13UgvrZm8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0qgHmDjcvL0/s320/4-H+books+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I lucky to have such good friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13TsplekII/AAAAAAAAAFI/XNNXkub0uzI/s1600-h/4-H+books+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430729489709437058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13TsplekII/AAAAAAAAAFI/XNNXkub0uzI/s320/4-H+books+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/848865499033369512-4245490497706218707?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4245490497706218707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/practically-perfect-in-every-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4245490497706218707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4245490497706218707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/practically-perfect-in-every-way.html' title='Practically perfect in every way'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S13bppkk_hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mx4236fUVU/s72-c/4-H+books+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5755062758456967069</id><published>2010-01-22T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:49:26.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Survive a 4-year-old Sister</title><content type='html'>1.  Make sure you have some lip gloss or candy to bribe her with if you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Test  your door to make sure the lock is working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  But chances are, if you have a little sister as cute as mine you won't need any help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1nFvSq8goI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pb74DT92Y3I/s1600-h/May-Oct+08_135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429588242028331650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1nFvSq8goI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pb74DT92Y3I/s320/May-Oct+08_135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5755062758456967069?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5755062758456967069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-survive-4-year-old-sister.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5755062758456967069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5755062758456967069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-survive-4-year-old-sister.html' title='How to Survive a 4-year-old Sister'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1nFvSq8goI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pb74DT92Y3I/s72-c/May-Oct+08_135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4190172285064925233</id><published>2010-01-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:10:07.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-H</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    The Starr Valley 4-H Club just had a meeting. It was the first meeting of this year, and it was the first time we had our new officers!!!  Clarissa (our awesome president) and I (the even more awesome vice president)  went early we talked about the year and what we are going to do in 4-H this year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                We also assembled record books for our 13 new members!!!!  It was so fun!!! When the meeting started, all the officers got to do silly demonstrations to teach how to do a demonstraton.  I got to make lemonaide and Clarissa got to tie a shoe!! It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;               Some other cool things about 4-H is Clarissa got a wooden gavel with a golden 4-H to bang if the meeting gets out of hand.  It's really cool  We had a great time at our meeting and now today we get to go to the 4-H Achievment night in Elko.  It will be really long and really fun!&lt;br /&gt;              Well I better go "Make the best better."  After all I did pledge my head to clearer thinking, my heart to greater loyalty, and my hands to larger service to my Club, my Community, my Country, and my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4190172285064925233?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4190172285064925233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-h.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4190172285064925233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4190172285064925233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-h.html' title='4-H'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4775167050761876446</id><published>2010-01-19T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:19:06.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in favor of FHE activities being FUN say "aye"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were having a perfectly lovely family home evening, when Carolina (who was on conducting) said now it's time for the activity. We all looked at my mom and she asked us if we were excited about the Reeds coming. (The Reeds are a REALLY nice family from Reno who come and stay with us sometimes. They are coming tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Well anyway, we all said we were and she said "I am too but sometimes I get depressed when people stay at our house because there is so much work to do." (We all started feeling a litlle uneasy by now.)  She said, "So for activity, we are going to split up into teams and clean the house." (There was moaning by this time.) &lt;br /&gt;                  She explained to us a game about how we were going to clean.  There were 4 teams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Liberty and I or "The Cool Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Clarissa and Morgan or "The Mighty Sharks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Mom and Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Dad and Hyrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Only the coolest team had names. We rushed as fast as we could and got some jobs.  Liberty and I won (even though it wasn't a contest) but we got all of our jobs done first!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                And pretty soon we had the whole house cleaned, vacuumed, the bathroom mopped, the kitchen swept,  the dinner dishes done, and a batch of cookies made!!! And guess what?  It was SOOOOOOOOOO fun!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, let me get back to the question at the first. All in favor of FHE activities being FUN say "Aye."  "Aye!"  and it was fun!! Because everything's fun with the hard working, fast walking, cheerful servants of God...The Johnsons!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4775167050761876446?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4775167050761876446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-in-favor-of-fhe-activities-being.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4775167050761876446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4775167050761876446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-in-favor-of-fhe-activities-being.html' title='All in favor of FHE activities being FUN say &quot;aye&quot;'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5226098526890042296</id><published>2010-01-16T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:47:01.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses on my doorstep</title><content type='html'>Yesterday some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; princesses showed up on my door step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1ILgKFTP_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV2Wd6HgSGw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427413148025176050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1ILgKFTP_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV2Wd6HgSGw/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                One of them looked like Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IKseMk88I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jx_tCVQwrNQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427412260071207874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IKseMk88I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jx_tCVQwrNQ/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Another one was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IJSMFzAVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MrpoNPPtHxE/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427410709022703954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IJSMFzAVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MrpoNPPtHxE/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  This one was pink and perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IIHupIazI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aintfBRfY6Y/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427409429807524658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IIHupIazI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aintfBRfY6Y/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                And this one was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeously&lt;/span&gt; yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IHdOtdjJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dw-fZxRx6Cc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427408699681246354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IHdOtdjJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dw-fZxRx6Cc/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; when they all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; by I had made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;matching&lt;/span&gt; crowns for them and their dolls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IGxYroBYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Esok3-qOYyA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427407946443654530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IGxYroBYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Esok3-qOYyA/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Also it was lucky that I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; food and set the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt; with my mom's china and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wearing&lt;/span&gt; a princess dress!!  We had a great time eating, making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;autograph&lt;/span&gt; books and playing Do you love your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt;!!  I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun and who better to have fun with than t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;royal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;highnesses&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IGFZK6RFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PgN6rMub_t8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427407190660629586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1IGFZK6RFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PgN6rMub_t8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5226098526890042296?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5226098526890042296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/princesses-on-my-doorstep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5226098526890042296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5226098526890042296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/princesses-on-my-doorstep.html' title='Princesses on my doorstep'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S1ILgKFTP_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV2Wd6HgSGw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1616369229653114941</id><published>2010-01-14T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:27:19.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S09VAjRdffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FKhNi3tGWHQ/s1600-h/May-Oct+08_084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649543961574898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S09VAjRdffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FKhNi3tGWHQ/s320/May-Oct+08_084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            My mom is so amazing!! Two days ago she took us three girls to SLC!!! We had soooooooooooooooo much fun. We went to The Importance of Being Earnest. It was SO FUNNY!!! My mom even bought us cookies at intermission!! She is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   Then yesterday she waited in the waiting room for a long time while Clarissa was at the orthodontist.  Then she took us shopping and even gave us $5 to spend!!!  Like I said, my mom is amazing.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               She helped me pick out a good camera (I'm soooo excited!  Mostly for posting pictures on my blog!!!!)  And then she endured us singing loudly to our Wicked sound track, bad roads, and a dentist who filled the wrong cavity on Carolina.  And she still was happy and fun to be around!  My mom is amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                When my mom got home to our sticky messy house and happily unpacked, cleaned, and made us dinner.  She is amazing.  Now I am listening to her helping Morgan read!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          I love my mom so much.  She is so amazing.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1616369229653114941?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1616369229653114941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-amazing-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1616369229653114941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1616369229653114941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-amazing-mom.html' title='My Amazing Mom'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S09VAjRdffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FKhNi3tGWHQ/s72-c/May-Oct+08_084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-999997168266825469</id><published>2010-01-12T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:04:06.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random bits of informathon</title><content type='html'>1  My headache is getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 My dad got a blog &lt;a href="http://www.followtheprophets.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.followtheprophets.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in downloading free church related books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3  I tried what you said, Thelma, with puting a candy cane in hot chocolate.  It worked until I read your blog about names and saw those pictures.  Now I want summer again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I got to go do school because we're leaving at 1:00 to go to Salt Lake!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-999997168266825469?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/999997168266825469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-random-bits-of-informathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/999997168266825469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/999997168266825469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-random-bits-of-informathon.html' title='Some random bits of informathon'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7298540709299426503</id><published>2010-01-11T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:08:11.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freaky Homeschooling Family!!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I ever embarrass Clarissa????&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0tpKVEYCbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fz6527L0apw/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425545802272999858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0tpKVEYCbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fz6527L0apw/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 On Friday my whole family went to Wells High School for the high school basketball game where Clarissa was playing in the pep band!!!  Wells (whose colors are black and orange) was against Carlin (whose color is red).&lt;br /&gt;                  Clarissa had gone early to practice and was sitting with the band when the whole gang came in the door past the cheer leaders, past the band, all 5 kids!! and to make things worse, my mom was wearing pink and my dad was wearing RED!!!!! and to make things even worse, earlier they had announced that the Wells fans should wear black.  No one was wearing black in our family! We pushed past people to the 3rd to top row all 7 of us!!!!  About 15 minutes later we repeated the whole process back down to the concession stand and practically driving the kid taking orders crazy!!! "Now was that 2 or 3 hot dogs?  How many hamburgers again?" Our mom had to do the math because he couldn't figure how much we owed for dinner.  After we had finished eating, we went BACK to our seats and finished watching the game. &lt;br /&gt;                   We are a freaky homeschooling family!!!! My mom does essential oils, we have 6 kids, we don't have TV, and we are awesome!!!!!!  Maybe I don't know ANY movie stars, I don't know any cool songs, but I don't care.  I love my family and I think we are the very Best Freaky Homeschooling Family in the World!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                       PS Clarissa is not embarrassed. She is a strong, hard working, fast walking, cheerful servant of God!!!!!!!  (That is our family creed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7298540709299426503?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7298540709299426503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/freaky-homeschooling-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7298540709299426503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7298540709299426503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/freaky-homeschooling-family.html' title='The Freaky Homeschooling Family!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0tpKVEYCbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fz6527L0apw/s72-c/IMG_3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3516815357446093533</id><published>2010-01-07T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:15:36.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME????</title><content type='html'>There is something SERIOUSLY wrong with me!!!  Look at this picture. Look really close.  Look at my nose.  Maybe you can't see very well because it is so small but the weird thing about this picture is my nose is blue!!!! I don't know why it is blue. When we got this picture developed and I was scrapbooking, I wonderd why maybe it was the DC air or maybe there is something wrong with me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0Ype7Z220I/AAAAAAAAADw/BoRmykquwd8/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424068412533300034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0Ype7Z220I/AAAAAAAAADw/BoRmykquwd8/s320/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Now there is still something wrong with me!! No, don't worry, I don't have a blue nose but I have some strange disease called: "I've had a headache almost every day since Christmas!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;            Beleive me, it's as miserable as it sounds. My neck hurts, my back hurts, and I'm sick of having a headache!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Like I said, there's something wrong with me, but hopefully it will get better soon!!!  Or maybe it's not me.  Maybe I just live in a crazy, loud, awesome, headache causing place.  Yeah, that's what it is!!! (At least I don't have a blue nose.)&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/848865499033369512-3516815357446093533?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3516815357446093533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3516815357446093533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3516815357446093533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME????'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0Ype7Z220I/AAAAAAAAADw/BoRmykquwd8/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4911240479713741375</id><published>2010-01-06T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:45:18.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Summer! Too Bad it's January</title><content type='html'>The last day of Christmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;break,&lt;/span&gt; I told Clarissa I want this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TKm3KprqI/AAAAAAAAADo/t1oGVl7FlEw/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423682620253384354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TKm3KprqI/AAAAAAAAADo/t1oGVl7FlEw/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                I want sunshine, and flowers, and bare feet, and t-shirts, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;, and flip flops, and green grass!!!!!  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of school (e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ven&lt;/span&gt; though  I'm only 2 days along!!!!!!!  I want to take a good book and go read under the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trampoline&lt;/span&gt; in the shade!  I want to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; in Boulder!!!&lt;br /&gt;             I don't want to be sitting at my computer saying how I want it to be summer while my feet are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I'm too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; something on them. (If it was summer I would be warmer!)   I'm sorry, I shouldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt;.  Since you enjoyed the summer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; so much, here is a winter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423681087839644130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TJNqevqeI/AAAAAAAAADg/w048GnRH60I/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" /&gt;                      You know, now that I think of it, winter isn't that bad.  A&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ctually there's&lt;/span&gt; some good stuff about winter.  You can go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sledding&lt;/span&gt; and reading and history are fun!!!!But still summer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423680008259345826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TIO0uvnaI/AAAAAAAAADY/CBWSzS_rlFU/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TF97CX7ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KPG90UVMvsI/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677518871260562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TF97CX7ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KPG90UVMvsI/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I better go get some sockes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4911240479713741375?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4911240479713741375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-summer-too-bad-its-january.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4911240479713741375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4911240479713741375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-summer-too-bad-its-january.html' title='I Want Summer! Too Bad it&apos;s January'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/S0TKm3KprqI/AAAAAAAAADo/t1oGVl7FlEw/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5966711300017583386</id><published>2010-01-05T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:00:55.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over and it's time to write</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I'm so lame and haven't written in awhile!!! So I'm going to tell you about the highlights of my Christmas break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th The last day of school we had the most hilarious Starr Valley Christmas program. It was the usual crowded, noisy, stressful, CRAZY program like every year but to add to all that Mary (Liliana) had to go to the outhouse through the snow, through the crowded club hall in the middle of the play, and Santa Claus in the big kid play (me) lost his beard in the middle of a line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Jessica, Liberty and I went to Naomi's (My BFF) house in Idaho. It was sooooooooo fun.  We made and hair styling/pedicure doing/manicure doing place for Liberty and Neena, went to a movie, went to get ice cream (There was something wrong with mine--it tasted sour!) and we stayed up till 1:00 in the morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd We came home. (We were hoping the snow woud be to dangerous so we could stay another day but it didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Christmas Eve--Clarissa and I were in charge of the program.  We wrote a play, had practices, figured out the Nativity, and had problems with Hyrum.  It even went so far that my dad threatened to never go shooting with him again! It was intense!!!!! The program went great then we came home and opened our ornaments.  I got a ruby slipper ornament because I was in the Wizard of Oz and because we went to the Smithsonian where there was the original ruby slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! We had the BEST Christmas ever. I got season tickets to the Hale Theater!!! I'm soooooooooooooo excited!!! Also for Christmas, my whole family got one of the FUNNEST games EVER!!!! It's called Curses and we played it twice on Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th We cooked and cleaned and cooked more and cleaned even more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th ALL of the Johnsons came to our house!!!!!! (Except for a few families that happened to be the only families that have cousins my age!!!!!! We had alot of fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3oth My Grandma Laura was still here (she was very sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Morgan's Birthday!!!! We had a big New Year's party and Naomi and her family came!!! We had a kids' table in my room and Naomi and Neena and Liberty and I did a play. Then we had a REALLY fun time playing with a cat (Her name was Katie Sunshine till we found out she or he was a boy!!!!!!) We played games and had slush!!!! Then Naomi and I stayed up till 2:oo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st 2010!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th We're back at school except for me. I was deathly (well, not deathly, but it sure felt like that!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th "No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks"-- NOT! I wish!  Anyway, I hope you had a Merry Christmas and have a Happy 2010!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5966711300017583386?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5966711300017583386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-is-over-and-its-time-to-write.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5966711300017583386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5966711300017583386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-is-over-and-its-time-to-write.html' title='Christmas is over and it&apos;s time to write'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5389841687419489962</id><published>2009-12-16T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:54:53.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome cousin Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykWrKdgpZI/AAAAAAAAADI/PlxDIK_rEA0/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415884957688046994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykWrKdgpZI/AAAAAAAAADI/PlxDIK_rEA0/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Emma Rocks!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykWLNn5njI/AAAAAAAAADA/DFjMFXhoGic/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415884408781119026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykWLNn5njI/AAAAAAAAADA/DFjMFXhoGic/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our perfectly pedicured feet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's go down to the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a pedicure and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykO_YEoSjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZHbIw0zPrDs/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415876508846148146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykO_YEoSjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZHbIw0zPrDs/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and the chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykG-CTHUTI/AAAAAAAAACw/l4WHxyjH3oY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415867689728430386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykG-CTHUTI/AAAAAAAAACw/l4WHxyjH3oY/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Emma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;              This morning Jorie Wright came over.  I'm babysitting her today. We were looking at pictures to put on my blog and we came to some pictures of Emma. Jorie asked, "Who is that?" I said, "That is my cousin Emma. She is awesome," and she is!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Emma is awesome because she likes to be crazy, sing opera, do jumping jacks and just is fun to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Emma is awesome because she is the BEST Leena in the WORLD!!!!!  She is also a great song writer!!!! I'd like to attribute "You saw a Monkey" to Emma.  I'd also like to say (since we're talking about singing)  I like that I already knew all the Phantom of the Opera songs before I watched it thanks to Emma singing them to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Well I better get back to school, but I'd just like everyone to know that Emma's awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          "Go girl, go girl, you're awesome, you rock, go girl, go girl, come on, let's talk!!!!!!!!!!"        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     P.S Emma, guess what?  I have a GREAT idea for another Tina Trampa Leena song!!!!!!!!&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/848865499033369512-5389841687419489962?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5389841687419489962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-awesome-cousin-emma.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5389841687419489962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5389841687419489962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-awesome-cousin-emma.html' title='My awesome cousin Emma'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SykWrKdgpZI/AAAAAAAAADI/PlxDIK_rEA0/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3002684932681039699</id><published>2009-12-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:52:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our beautiful room!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyfM1Lx7kYI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnN8nNYtU78/s1600-h/May-Oct+08_159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415522291003658626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyfM1Lx7kYI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnN8nNYtU78/s320/May-Oct+08_159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; room (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; the bed is Clarissa's you can't see my bed but it's there!) Notice the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; flowers on the wall that Thelma painted (Thelma is an amazing person, by the way.  If you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to read about her go to &lt;a href="http://www.thelmadhaldavis.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thelmadhaldavis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Any way don't you like it?  Well I do, but then something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drastic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Dad called a family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counsel&lt;/span&gt; and he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;announced&lt;/span&gt; that we would be MOVING OUR ROOMS!!!!  You might not get what this means so let me tell you first about how it used to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  smallest  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Room was Morgan's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sized&lt;/span&gt; room was Clarissa's, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liberty's&lt;/span&gt; and mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carolina's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you see why we wanted to change the rooms?  So we did.  This is how it is now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Smallest&lt;/span&gt; room is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carolina's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Middle-&lt;/span&gt;sized room is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morgan's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biggest&lt;/span&gt; room is Clarissa's, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liberty's,&lt;/span&gt; and mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We were all kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; Clarissa.  She didn't want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; our flowers. (I can s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; why. I didn't really want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;either.  T&lt;/span&gt;hey are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; but we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; convinced her. (W&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; had to buy a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; to do it though.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         And after an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt; day of moving dressers, m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;attresses&lt;/span&gt;, and book &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shelves&lt;/span&gt;,  cleaning behind beds, painting over our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; flowers!!!!!!!!!! (green and brown don't look nearly as good!!!!!!!),  teaching Sunshine Generation and losing our last b&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;asket&lt;/span&gt;ball game, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; got to go to bed in our new bed!!!!  It was one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; "I Feel the Head&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt; Coming" days but I think today will be better now that we're in our new rooms.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3002684932681039699?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3002684932681039699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-beautiful-room.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3002684932681039699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3002684932681039699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-beautiful-room.html' title='Our beautiful room!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyfM1Lx7kYI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnN8nNYtU78/s72-c/May-Oct+08_159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2830526692673428321</id><published>2009-12-10T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:42:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the headache coming!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyEpx1ZAvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8MfnwreBes/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413654163198361346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyEpx1ZAvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8MfnwreBes/s320/DSC00123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             This is our spring show last year.  It was the only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;icture&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;                                           could find (note the green trees and grass outside and&lt;br /&gt;                                          Carolina in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry, this is NOT a December picture.)&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Yesterday was stressful!!! And I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;! First we quickly did school (I didn't quite finish it and I'm suffering for it today.) Then we rushed to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Senior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Citizens'&lt;/span&gt; Center in Wells and performed our Sunshine Generation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; show that we've been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; on.  It was well...stressful!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; went really well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boogy Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ogy&lt;/span&gt; Santa, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riley's&lt;/span&gt; shoe kept falling off!  It was a great show! &lt;br /&gt;                        After the first show was over we packed up and rushed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt;.  We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCPenney's&lt;/span&gt;.  We got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt for Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coat for my friend Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt for my friend Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outfit for Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Then we rushed (Rushing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?  We were late.  A&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gain&lt;/span&gt;?)  to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Highland&lt;/span&gt; Manor in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt; where we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; and sadly it didn't go qiote as well as the first one!&lt;br /&gt;   The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; sound &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;consists&lt;/span&gt; of:  2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Microphones&lt;/span&gt; and stands, 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;speakers,&lt;/span&gt; 1 box thing that you plug &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; into and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There are&lt;/span&gt; only two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; with it.  One:  My dad and I are the only on that know how to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; it.  But the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; is my dad is never at our shows so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; much it's me and if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; and I'm performing (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; at our second show) no one knows how to fix it.  ( Clarissa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; she knew how to fix it but it turns out she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;          And two:  It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Or at least &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alot &lt;/span&gt;of the time it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;!  Yesterday at our second show was one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; time.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laural&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wachtel&lt;/span&gt; (one of the moms) held the cords in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;speaker&lt;/span&gt; the whole show and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; went smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;              After that we rushed (rushing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;)  to wells to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Program&lt;/span&gt;/Wells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Junior&lt;/span&gt; high/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt; band and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt;!!!   It was VERY squished but fun to see Clarissa. &lt;br /&gt;            Then we went (not rushing this time) home and went to bed!  Our stressful day was over.  We took i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buprofen&lt;/span&gt; to cure our headaches and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; happily of our stressful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2830526692673428321?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2830526692673428321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-headache-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2830526692673428321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2830526692673428321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-headache-coming.html' title='I feel the headache coming!!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/SyEpx1ZAvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8MfnwreBes/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3238828756365564259</id><published>2009-12-08T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:56:30.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest 4 year old in the world Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/Sx6TMhXR9RI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wgXE_hsR-Lc/s1600-h/IMG_3940_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412925645469644050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/Sx6TMhXR9RI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wgXE_hsR-Lc/s320/IMG_3940_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/Sx6N_f73KNI/AAAAAAAAACA/l-OmTDPP0C0/s1600-h/May-Oct+08_080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412919924189767890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/Sx6N_f73KNI/AAAAAAAAACA/l-OmTDPP0C0/s320/May-Oct+08_080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I think. Now you get to decide fore your self! I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; her and you can decide if you think the same as me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; color: All the colors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; movie: Um I don't know Desi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is your Best friend: I don't know case I have lots of good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; toy: My bitty baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is something you like to do: um (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shrug&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; like to say to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;readers of this blog: Ho HO HO Ho Hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marshmelows&lt;/span&gt; Ha Ha she writing this on her blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now I am listening to Carolina and her best friend Madison &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whatell&lt;/span&gt; tacking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina: "Hey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; color her hear green &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; silly" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison: "Ya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; silly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina: "How about we use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of colors? Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;. Look Liberty we are coloring her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; all kinds of colors! Morgan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we're&lt;/span&gt; coloring how about you go play with your brother!" ( she said this like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison: "Don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scribble&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina: "I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scribble&lt;/span&gt; if I want to!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison: "I don't like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scribble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;messy&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina: "Well it looks &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; when I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scribble&lt;/span&gt;! Liberty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you think my picture looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fashionable&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agree&lt;/span&gt; with me that Carolina is the cutest 4 year old in the world? &lt;/div&gt;&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/848865499033369512-3238828756365564259?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3238828756365564259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/cutest-4-year-old-in-world-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3238828756365564259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3238828756365564259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/cutest-4-year-old-in-world-is.html' title='The cutest 4 year old in the world Is...'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgf-Jx7FiE/Sx6TMhXR9RI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wgXE_hsR-Lc/s72-c/IMG_3940_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3995108845307477961</id><published>2009-12-07T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:55:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas moments</title><content type='html'>At Olivia's most recent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lady's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; Brunch she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; each of us to think of an ideal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; moment--something that while you were doing it you would think to yourself, "This is Christmas." &lt;br /&gt;              I had one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; last night!!  It started after church on Sunday.  Liberty and I got the idea to make a popcorn string for our Christmas tree!  We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; some corn and made a really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;, long popcorn string!  After that we cleaned the house, did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dishes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; got to start to decorate the tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;           It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun.  We got out all of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;, lights,  beads and of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; our popcorn string and hung them on the tree!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; made a snow man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;village&lt;/span&gt; on one part of the tree with all the snow man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; we have.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; got some nutcracker &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guards&lt;/span&gt;!  It was great.  And the girls made an American girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; with all of our AG &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornaments.  I&lt;/span&gt;t was fun.  We also had fun hanging my apple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornament&lt;/span&gt; with a BITE out of it (Thanks to Hyrum!) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;           After we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; decorating, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to Grandma's house to get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; book.  And on our way there, to our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; it was snowing, SNOWING!!! When we got back, we had hot c&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hocolate&lt;/span&gt; and went to sit around the Christmas tree and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to mom read to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;              It was so much fun last night!  And if that isn't an ideal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience,&lt;/span&gt; what is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3995108845307477961?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3995108845307477961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3995108845307477961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3995108845307477961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-moments.html' title='Christmas moments'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5871368460851618580</id><published>2009-12-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:54:18.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty the amazing person</title><content type='html'>Liberty is an amazing person! EVERYONE likes her. She is quiet, shy, sweet, and nice to every one!!! Except when she's at home--when she's at home she's still sweet, she's still nice to everyone, she is only sometimes quiet, and she is NEVER shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is amazing. She is such a hard worker. Every morning she gets up early and starts her school. Most days while Clarissa and I are getting dressed, laying in bed, doing our hair, and frittering away our time (as my mom would say), Liberty is doing school, and almost every day she gets school done first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is amazing because every one likes her. When we were in the Wizard Of Oz, when we were in the girls chorus, we sat down in the orchestra pit and sang. And before each performance, Mr. Polise, the piano player, told us if we had any questions, just ask Liberty and to make sure Liberty was in the front. And at basketball practice nobody knew Liberty's name because she'd never played before and everyone knew my name because I played last year. But as soon as everyone knew Liberty's name, they started calling me Liberty! See, everyone likes Liberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is amazing because she likes wearing Grandma Wood's wig around with fancy hats from our dress up box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is amazing because yesterday at our game (we lost, by the way--20-4) Liberty shot!  She didn't make it but she shot.  She got to shoot free throws too.  She missed them too, but at least she shot! Plus, she got a jump ball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is (as I said before) an amazing person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S After the game we went to get a snack at a drive through. We decided Liberty got to pick were we went, but being the amazing person that she is, she didn't care so I got to decide. So as you probably all know, in my opinion Libery is an amazing person!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5871368460851618580?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5871368460851618580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/liberty-amazing-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5871368460851618580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5871368460851618580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/liberty-amazing-person.html' title='Liberty the amazing person'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7633192461014106119</id><published>2009-12-02T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:46:06.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's this game and you play it!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Or I went to the dollar store and bought this awesome thing for only a dollar!!!!!!!!!!! I know my friends and I are soooo weird!  One time we were having lunch at Angel Lake for activity day and Naomi said "There's this really fun game on the computer and you play it!"&lt;br /&gt;           We all started laughing,and some one said, "Really? You play a game? That is sooooooooooo cool.  I never thought of playing a game before. That is just totally awesome!"  And ever sunce we have been thinking of stupid things like, 'There's this door and you open it!" &lt;br /&gt;        Some more weird things my friends and I do are: whenever I see Jessica we wave pinkies.  Or one time at activity day Jessica brought a little fortune teller thing and Kayla and I both were supposedly going to be millionaires!  So we made up this awesome dance that we do while we sing:  "We are Riiiiiich!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;         and I am proud to be a VVBFFEAEAEAE  (Verry Verry best friends for ever and eaver and ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Haley V-Me B-Naomi F-Jessica F-Kayla E-Abby A-Emma E-Ashley A-Maisie E-Kaitlyn A-Clarissa E-Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more friends but if I put then all, I would be "and evering" for ever!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I am so thankful for all my friends and I am especially excited to see Naomi this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7633192461014106119?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7633192461014106119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-this-game-and-you-play-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7633192461014106119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7633192461014106119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-this-game-and-you-play-it.html' title='There&apos;s this game and you play it!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6136184794238414170</id><published>2009-11-30T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:22:44.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful list</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at church we read a story in the Friend about thankful lists and they said they wanted us to make are own thankful lists.  Since it was just Thanksgiving, I thought here was the perfect place to make my list, so hear it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warm house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea parties at grandma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty when she wears one of Grandma Wood's wigs with a fancy red hat (like she's doing now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper snow flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real snow flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing long posts when I'm supposed to be cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food (especially tamales and cheesecake--my favorite, yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity and plumbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to put my hair back in a ponytail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritz crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polka dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making place cards for thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing letters to santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clam chowder in bread bowls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talent shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pianos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG, warm, soft blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress up dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark green t-shirts (I have 3 different t-shirts that are the exact same color of green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham and cheese sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot homemade bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful mother who is going to correct this long post. Thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eavn thou I'v never met her litle Ruby Jean the newest member of the Dhal family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6136184794238414170?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6136184794238414170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6136184794238414170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6136184794238414170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-list.html' title='Thankful list'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4077715352054139137</id><published>2009-11-24T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:29:12.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Words that Decribe the last few days:</title><content type='html'>High fevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankets and pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home from church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuprofin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been pretty miserable but I'm feeling better now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Sorry Braeden, I'm with Emma.  The Keebler elf is definately a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4077715352054139137?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4077715352054139137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-words-that-decribe-last-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4077715352054139137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4077715352054139137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-words-that-decribe-last-few-days.html' title='A Few Words that Decribe the last few days:'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3593504288173059580</id><published>2009-11-20T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:16:04.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Was Going to be a Poem but I'm Not That Skilled.</title><content type='html'>Excitedly watch the boys game, waiting for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting around, warming up, cautiously looking at the other team, only one is shorter than me and I'm the tallest one on my team!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? I'm jumping? I've never jumped before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose the jump right off ,#22 makes a basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time already? The score board is depressing, 30 something to 0, yes 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES we made two baskets!!! (well, Lacey did anyway). We make more baskets; we're doing better but they're still ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that whenever #22 shoots, she makes it! (She didn't miss the whole game!! grrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a foul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; miss &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minuts left. I try the hardest I've ever tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over. I lost 52 to 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sore and sad we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I had fun. Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3593504288173059580?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3593504288173059580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-wich-was-orijonoly-this-was-going.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3593504288173059580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3593504288173059580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-wich-was-orijonoly-this-was-going.html' title='This Was Going to be a Poem but I&apos;m Not That Skilled.'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7019053062296937900</id><published>2009-11-19T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:33:35.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY!!!!!  #2</title><content type='html'>This blog is not about how lucky my parents are but how lucky my siblings and I are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday at basketball practice, my coach said when our next game will be and he asked who needed a ride, and almost everyone needed a ride. And when everyone was figuring out how they could all squeeze into each other's cars, I smiled at Liberty and thought how lucky we are to have caring parents who will come and support us at our basket ball games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky that I have a warm house when it's freezing outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel lucky that I am right in the middle of two sisters who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky that yesterday after basketball practice, Liberty and I went to wait at the church while Clarissa and Dad had mutual.  We had a great time eating pizza, playing Dutch Blitz (one of our family's favorite card games), playing hang man and going crazy while Liberty had the most annoying British accent that I've EVER heard.  It may not sound annoying, but believe me it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky on those rare days that my math doesn't take as long as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky when I finally made a friend on my basketball team. Samatha is soooooooooo nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky when I look around at my wonderful family and feel so "lucky."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7019053062296937900?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7019053062296937900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7019053062296937900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7019053062296937900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-2.html' title='LUCKY!!!!!  #2'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8907278747907625111</id><published>2009-11-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:04:52.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In October Liberty, Hyrum, Mom and Dad went to Chicago. And while they were going to the American Girl Place, The Sears tower,and some awesome museums, Clarissa and I were having one of the worst experiences&lt;br /&gt;of our life! Everything went fine but...Clarissa and Morgan broke the table, we spilled lemonaid at Grandma's house, Carolina was NOT on her best behavior, AND it was HARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got back, we begged them to never ever ever ever leave us again for that long and if she did, take all the little kids!!! She &lt;em&gt;kind of&lt;/em&gt; agreed and we all thought we were safe...BUT WE WERE WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEIR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING UP!!&lt;/span&gt; And they're planning another trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going to Salt lake and leaving everyone home. It's going to be a shorter trip but still &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;sigh) it's going to be hard! And to make things worse, mom was just showing me where they where staying!&lt;a href="http://www.http//www.anniversaryinn.com/fifth-south/room/11-country-garden-suite"&gt;www.http//www.anniversaryinn.com/fifth-south/room/11-country-garden-suite&lt;/a&gt;. Do you see what I mean? It is soo cool and I am even more jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably will be really hard but I shouldn't complain. But just a warning to you very young people--It's hard to be one of the oldest so if you don't like baby sitting, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8907278747907625111?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8907278747907625111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8907278747907625111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8907278747907625111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html' title='LUCKY!!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5094260455797772410</id><published>2009-11-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:34:12.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitalism</title><content type='html'>During the holidays we get together alot with my mom's family and play games--no, not &lt;em&gt;games, &lt;/em&gt;but &lt;em&gt;a game.  &lt;/em&gt;The game we play is called Capitalism. We learned this game from when my mom was in college and it is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially fun when Olivia and Tabor play becase they always fight. It is fun when Katie plays because she always saves her 2's to the very end when most people are out. (If you ever have played Capitalism you just understood what I said.  If not, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a really fun game but we have added some of our one special touches like the horse Tabor drew on one of the cards and the 12 that's crossed out so it is an eleven.  Or the purple velvet head band (thanks to Clarissa) that the king gets to wear. But I think the best thing is we got one of Great-grandma Wood's wigs that the sewer rat has to wear.  It's great, especially when some one like Travis is the sewer rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing this game. I also like spending time with everyone and I'm excited for an awesome holidy with lots of Capitalism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5094260455797772410?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5094260455797772410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/capitalism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5094260455797772410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5094260455797772410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/capitalism.html' title='Capitalism'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3135675139721642329</id><published>2009-11-13T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:37:54.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;  Sleep in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h do I have to do school to day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o really hard math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; 1:30!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ikes&lt;/span&gt; that was kind of a crazy school day but its almost over and I plan in having a much better afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3135675139721642329?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3135675139721642329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3135675139721642329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3135675139721642329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-day.html' title='To day'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-1203293777974740366</id><published>2009-11-12T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:14:53.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashy, Rissa, Cla-Cla, it Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>First of all, just so every one knows, I have the most awesome amazing sister in the would! Her name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Clarissa Coralee Johnson&lt;br /&gt;That's a great name but she has more names too.   They are Hashy (her fist nick name--I'd like to take credit for this one),  Rissa (her curent nick name), Cla-Cla, and Rissa roo (I'd like to give the credit to her grandma which she is named after!) &lt;br /&gt;                She has alot of great names but it doesn't really matter what she is named.  She would be just as awesome if her name was Helga or Ursala or some other scary name. I love Rissa so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she was my very first best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she was my Hashy when I was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she looked like a cabbage patch doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because for most of my life, we have shared a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because we are always quiet when we hear foot steps in the hall and when there's not footsteps, we stay up till 10:00 taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she plays dolls with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she never leaves me out even though I sometimes leave her out.  (Sorry Rissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she is an amazing singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because last week she got on a horse and was freaking out but she got over it and now is an awesome rider.  (that's another good thing about her.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she will always love everyone she ever meets and is always everyone's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because we have some silly sayings like "dorrrrrrrrrrky ding ding ding ding"  or "that's intense--like camping"  get it (you camp in tents, intense, ha ha ha).  These are only some of the awesome sayings we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she always takes time out of her busy schedule to spend time with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her because she's Rissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on about all the amazing things about my amazing sister.  But my poor mom has to correct this and she's kind of busy!  But any way I love my amazing sister!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-1203293777974740366?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1203293777974740366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/hashy-rissa-cla-cla-it-doesnt-matter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1203293777974740366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/1203293777974740366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/hashy-rissa-cla-cla-it-doesnt-matter.html' title='Hashy, Rissa, Cla-Cla, it Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8276192709259592722</id><published>2009-11-10T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:55:13.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne With an E</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finished the 4th Anne book.  I have LOVED this series and if you haven't read them I highly recomend them! They are soooooo good especially the first one "Anne of Green Gables".  I love it because she makes such awesome speeches.  Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;           "I like Cordelia better.  I've always imagined that my name was Cordelia-at least, I always have in my late years.  When I was young I used to imagine it was Geraldine, but I like Cordelia better now.  But if you call me Anne please call me Anne spelled with and e."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;               " Pretty?  Oh pretty doesn't seem the right word to use.   Nor beautiful either.  They don't go far enough.  Oh, it was wonderful-wonderful.  It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;They're great right.  And this is how she talks the whole first book and part of the second book.  I love these books because you can see how she grows up and falls in love (I won't tell you who though.) &lt;br /&gt;I love these books because you get to know Anne and Diana and Marilla and every one!  So if you are reading this blog right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  Tell your self you will NEVER watch the move until you have read all the books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  Go find the book, or go buy the book, or go check it out at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Go fall in love with one of the best books you will ever read and then leave me a comment telling me if you liked it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     P.S READ THE BOOKS IN ORDER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8276192709259592722?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8276192709259592722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/anne-with-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8276192709259592722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8276192709259592722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/anne-with-e.html' title='Anne With an E'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3831141913103973071</id><published>2009-11-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:07:46.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Primary Program</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had the Primary program! I remember the thrill it used to give me to be able to sit up on the stand with all my friends and feeling so grown up to go up to the pulpit and say my 2 sentence part.  I still love being in the primary program but maybe not so much as I used to.  Three sundays ago we all got our  parts.  My part  looked liked this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseret:    My family likes to serve others with music by... (I was supposed to write a 5-10 sentence part after that.)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Hear's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;                   My family likes music. We also like helping others with music.  My sister and I teach a singing and dancing group called Sunshine Genaration.  And alot of are performances are at the Highland Manor and the Senior Citizens' Center.  I remember one time we had a performance at the Highland Manor. The residents there were so happy to see us. &lt;br /&gt;              My siblings and I are also learning to play the piano and hope to be able to play in Relief Society or Primary. &lt;br /&gt;             My family also likes to sing.  Some of us have sung at baptisms  (mostly Clarissa--that wasn't part of my part just so you know. )  And  some of us also sing in the chior. &lt;br /&gt;    My family loves music.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't sound too cheesy.  Well any way we all go parts.  Morgan's part was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Thomas S. Monson is my prophet.  I listen to him. &lt;br /&gt;But he said it like this:&lt;br /&gt;                     Thomas my prophet lis him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I love how Morgan can get across what he's saying by only using the important words.  But my mom made him an index cart so he could read his part.    (Even though I liked when he left out some words. )&lt;br /&gt;                 Our first practic was well...a disaster!!!!!  NO ONE knew their parts. EVERY ONE was being wild and NO ONE knew where to go.  We have some REALLY good ladies in our primary presidency!&lt;br /&gt;           By the end of practice I was soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sione Uhlig becuse he WOUD NOT sit where he was supposed to even though I had been trying to make him during the WHOLE practice!  Linda Hansen (one of the wonderful ladies in our primay presidency)  was trying to teach the 5 year olds When We're Helping We're Happy.  (They were supposed to sing it by themselves) Enoch and Jennifer were trying to have the biggest and the second to youngest class in the whole primary be quiet and hold Savannah.  They looked like they needed a break!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          But by the next week every thing was better, especially because Sione actually sat in the right spot!!!!!  Every one did their part right, we made grandpa and my mom cry (no big surprise about my grandpa), and we had a GREAT program.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3831141913103973071?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3831141913103973071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/primary-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3831141913103973071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3831141913103973071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/primary-program.html' title='The Primary Program'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-972421672742908101</id><published>2009-11-05T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:13:01.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T believe it!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was AWESOME!  You know how I wrote a blog "Yikes." I said the Foxes would not be winning any games in our future and I really beleived that.   At our first game, we lost, no we REALLY lost, 4 to 48!!! OUCH! &lt;br /&gt;                  After that game we kind of were depresed.  I mean wouldn't you be depressed if you got beat by 44 ponts?  &lt;br /&gt;               Well yesterday we had our second game.  The other team had 2 TALL girls.  We were kind of scared.  The game went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1   We got 2 shots becuse the other team had a tecnical fowel we missed both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2  Are luck turned arond I made the first shot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 I realized I knew number 12 in 4-H Fashion Revue.  I think another girl on there team was at 11 year old girls camp.  I'm not sure though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 We had a lot of injuries.  3 girls came off the court crying because they got hurt.  One of the crying girls on our team had a BIG goose egg on her cheek.  Also Lacy (a girl on my team) pulled a muscle or something and couldn't play!  Katelin and I were talking and we decided they didn't really like us very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 After my shot, Holly made two shots, Samatha made one and Kendra made two (one was a foul shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; We WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; can't beleive it--11 to 0. I am soo happy.  I kind of feel bad for the other team though.  We probably won't win any more games.  But I don't care.  We won one and it was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo FUN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-972421672742908101?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/972421672742908101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/972421672742908101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/972421672742908101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I CAN&apos;T believe it!!!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2405294426289747343</id><published>2009-11-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:37:49.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is Over, Halloween is Over--Witches, Goblins, Big Black Cats</title><content type='html'>I am kind of sad and kind of happy.  I kind of feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of rules.  I'm going to talk about one of them though.  It is the rule that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  Here it is:  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; you are in 7th grade, you can't go trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treating&lt;/span&gt; anymore. &lt;br /&gt;                How did you like the rule?    That is why I'm sad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; October 31, 2009, was my last time ever trick-or- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treating&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom made me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt; dress and bought me a puffy slip to go under I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;          By now you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; wondering why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy I can't go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trick&lt;/span&gt;-or-treating any more!  Well let me tell you.  You see before I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; trick-or-treating I was helping Clarissa decorate for a party she was having.  While we were trick or treating, 9 of her friends were here and she and her friends where going to have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt; house for the trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;, and I helped set up.  Then when her friends came, I helped tell people where to go and helped make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;!  When we got back, we found out they had only one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; of trick-or-treaters while we were gone so Liberty and I got to help.  We were ball room dancers.  It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;         While we were helping, A LOT of people came true.  Most people loved it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Madison Wachtel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; and Jon Dahl (who is a grown man) got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;               It was so fun!  Now you can see why I was sad and happy but I think this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is the BEST &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2405294426289747343?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2405294426289747343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-is-over-halloween-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2405294426289747343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2405294426289747343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-is-over-halloween-is-over.html' title='Halloween is Over, Halloween is Over--Witches, Goblins, Big Black Cats'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6065823802041152805</id><published>2009-10-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:05:12.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow Let it Snow Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm looking out my dining room window at my snow covered yard.   This is Deeth's weather forecast: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snow Shower / Wind&lt;br /&gt;High40° F&lt;br /&gt;Precip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60%&lt;br /&gt;Blustery with snow showers. High near 40F. Winds NW at 25 to 35 mph. Chance of snow 60%. Snow accumulating 1 to 2 inches. Winds could occasionally gust over 40 mph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I love snow.  It is so pretty and so white.  Snow is especially awesome at our house becuse we have the BEST sledding ever!!!   Oh my, it just started snowing again!!!  The only bad thing about this snow is that our friends the Reeds were camping up in the mountains going hunting when it started to snow!  (Can you think of anything worse- -camping and hunting in the snow?!?!?!?) &lt;br /&gt;              Any way this is about good snow not bad snow.  I just love the cozy feeling you get when you are inside doing school and looking outside at the snow!   I also love snow because it makes you feel like Christmas.  I don't know about anyone else, but we have a huge bin in our pantry full of already wrapped presents (which is not surprising because my mom starts making Christmas presents in July.)   I am so excited for more snow so we can go sledding!  (If anyone wants to come and go sleding when there's enough snow just give us a call and you can come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 PS   Liberty has finally started blogging so go visit her blog!  You can go to my blog list or you can just go to &lt;a href="http://www.libertyejohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.libertyejohnson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                PSS  I don't think anyone reads my blog that doesn't read Thelma's but she has some size 9 sandals! So if you are size 9. go to her blog for more informathon and leave a comment saying you want them.  Her blog is &lt;a href="http://www.thelmadavis.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thelmadavis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             PPSS  THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6065823802041152805?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6065823802041152805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6065823802041152805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6065823802041152805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow Let it Snow Let it Snow'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7743224116401804539</id><published>2009-10-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:41:04.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Days</title><content type='html'>I hate hard days. They're so depressing when it seems like everything you do seems to go wrong. I had a hard day on Saturday. It started when I got in a big fight with Hyrum. Then after I got over it, I needed to finish my record book (for more informathon go to the blog post the Joys of Record booking.) So I went to go get my record book and I couldn't beleve it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I couldn't find it any where!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I looked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and looked&lt;/span&gt; and LOOKED. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I couldn't find it! And after along time I realized I had to start over!!!!!! So on the computer I found the stuff I saved but all of my pictures, and certificates, and cute dividers were GONE!!!! I found another binder and started over and my wonderful sisters Clarissa and Liberty helped me. Clarissa filled out my Achievement Report. I felt kind of bad about this though because of what I had to sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have personally prepared this report and believe it to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed Date&lt;br /&gt;(4-H Member)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Signed Date&lt;br /&gt;(Parent/Guardian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed Date&lt;br /&gt;(General Leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Clarissa made me feel better when she said I already filled out one! Clarissa and Liberty also helped me make cute dividers. I would post pictures but my computer doesn't let me put pictures on my posts. Clarissa drew awesome pictures and Liberty made an awsome clip art picture. They're amazing. I was soooo glad I finished my book and what started as a bad day ended as a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7743224116401804539?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7743224116401804539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7743224116401804539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7743224116401804539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-days.html' title='Hard Days'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2058495103417960529</id><published>2009-10-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:54:03.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're weird</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a group.  My group is the 2 girls in my primary class.  It's hard to have a group when you live out in the middle of nowhere and you are home schooled.  But my favorite group is with my wonderful sisters.  Most things my sisters and I do, we do together--stuff like the Wizard of Oz and basketball.  But most things we do together we don't know anyone else or we do no someone but not really well. &lt;br /&gt;        One time when I went to my friend Naomi's house, she told me about a band she made up called the triple W's (Wacky Wierd-o's from Wells). I loved this so I adopted it and now me and my sisters are The Triple W's.  At play practise for the Wizard of Oz when everyone is talking about events in Elko, we smile to ourselves and think, "We're the Wacky Weirdos from Wells, so ha."&lt;br /&gt;        2 days ago, Liberty and I went to our first basketball practice in Wells.  We found out we're not in this group either, the group with the skinny, fast, little athletic 4th graders.  We don't fit in.  SO on the way home we made up a new name.  We're now not only the Wacky Weird-o's frome Wells; we are also the Silly Sisters From Starr Vally. &lt;br /&gt;       My sisters and I may not fit in with the girls from Elko.  We may not fit in with some of the girls from Wells, but that's not important. I fit in with the best group of all--a group who will never move and always be my friends, a group where we can all be weird together.  My group is my sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2058495103417960529?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2058495103417960529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-weird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2058495103417960529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2058495103417960529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-weird.html' title='We&apos;re weird'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7268567215454051750</id><published>2009-10-21T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:33:45.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Liberty's and my first basket ball practice.  For those of you who have never been to Wells, it is an awesome place but it is VERY small.  In Elko, Spring Creek, and even Carlin, girls' basketball teams are 3rd grade through 4th grade and 5th grade through 6th grade. No, not in Wells.  We have no 3rd grade basketball and we have a 4th through 6th grade team.  And the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; 4th graders get to play against&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt;  6th graders.  (Do you ever wonder why Wells NEVER wins any games?)&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;       Any way, back to yesterday. Our basketball team has a million (well, maybe only 7) 4th graders, 3 or 4 5th graders, and only 1, just 1, not 2, just 1 6th grader...me.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      To make things worse. I've never been very tall--always been kind of average.  I guess Wells doesn't produce big tall giraffe-like girls like my mom any more because I, me, the averege one you know, is the tallest girl on the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don't see any big wins in our team's future, but you know it doesn't really matter.  It will be really fun doing it with Liberty.  And I'm looking forward to a fun but not really winful season.  (So if you really don't want to see us lose really bad, maybe I should suggest not to come to any of our games.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7268567215454051750?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7268567215454051750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/yikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7268567215454051750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7268567215454051750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6380771977394206139</id><published>2009-10-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:55:57.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>My Dad is aweome. Here are some of my favorite things about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Dad loves to sing (even thou he can't sing.)  He especially likes to sing High On a Moutain Top (which is one of my favorite songs ever, especially the line where is says "In Deseret's. . .") And I love it when he is transporting me and some of my friends or our family is going on a hike or something and he starts singing hymns at the top of his  lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I like that my dad is friends with EVERY ONE! Everyone knows my dad and everyone likes him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like my dad because he is the funnest person to dance with EVER!  At things like wedding receptions or anywhere where there's dancing, it is so fun to dance with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like my dad becuse he tickles us until we're laughing so hard my mom has to interfere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like spending time with my dad while my mom is at women's conference.  It is so fun and every year we have a lot of fried eggs and Wild Things (a game we invented that is kind of like hide and go seek in the dark--crazy running from dad and eventually getting caught and tickled till you cry!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I like my dad because he tries to do everything at once.  He is right now a special ed school teacher, a PBS (positive behaviour support) guy, a owner of Robert Johnson Landscaping, a bee keeper, a Bishop, a friend to everyone in Wells, Starr Valley, Ruby Valley, and Clover Valley, and a dad to 6 kids.  He is amazing isn't he?  He not only does all this stuff but does it well.  Even more amazing, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I like my dad becuse he is the best dad in the whole world and I love him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6380771977394206139?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6380771977394206139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6380771977394206139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6380771977394206139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5530748628833860531</id><published>2009-10-19T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:59:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!!</title><content type='html'>I absolutly LOVE being in plays. I love feeling I'm a part of something, I love getting to know fellow cast membors in the hours spent together in a burning hot dressing room, I love learning lines, songs, entrances and exits, I love wearing a costume and make-up, I love getting a t-shirt and having every one sign it. I love having only songs from the play in my head for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I DON'T like about plays is when they're over. I just had to experience one of these tragedies on Saturday. It started to dawn on me at the end of the matinee at the pot- luck in between shows when the cast presented our wonderful director Verdene with a present. I started holding back tears when we sang happy birthday to Dorothy. Then I had to tell Clarissa (who had not been holding back tears) to go wash the mascara stains from crying off her face. And at Cast call I thought, I'll never do this again! When I was about to go on stage and when I was on stage, it was are last time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even worse was saying good bye to all my new friends, knowing (especially sinse I live in Wells) I will probably never see some of them or not see them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to a wonderful note from my wonderful mother (see in blog post 1,2,3 a,b,c, and where I learned them) and just felt overwhelmed with a mixture of love, happiness, and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sad having the play be over, but it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo worth it. I loved evry minute of it and hope to be in another play soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS They're doing The Sound Of Music next. So anyone who reads this blog, if you would please call my mom and help me and my sisters beg for us to try out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5530748628833860531?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5530748628833860531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5530748628833860531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5530748628833860531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-4291284225181894193</id><published>2009-10-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:42:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are not enough hours in the day!</title><content type='html'>It's true; there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday at 5:15,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be at a 4-H &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spagetti&lt;/span&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be home cleaning my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disastarous&lt;/span&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be sleeping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to bed at 11:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be doing some wonderful, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;constructive, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; thing, but...I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Oz person-Jitter bug-girl flying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;-crow dressing room doing my hair (sigh). Life is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-4291284225181894193?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4291284225181894193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-not-enough-hours-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4291284225181894193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/4291284225181894193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-not-enough-hours-in-day.html' title='There are not enough hours in the day!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2161279304675404177</id><published>2009-10-14T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:08:39.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>Right now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; war dance to the tune of Come Thou Fount of Every B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lessing&lt;/span&gt; and dancing with his school box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Clarissa is screaming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Morgan is reading a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Liberty is asking me if she can use the computer.  I say "no" so she runs as fast as she can to go do more school.  (She's wonderful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Clarissa is reading &lt;u&gt;out loud &lt;/u&gt; her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;science&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; thou no one is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now mom is saying, "In this room you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; school related noises only.  No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whistling&lt;/span&gt;!" (She is talking to H&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yrum. &lt;/span&gt; Now he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; "No bears are out tonight" like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; star.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Clarissa is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; to be quiet so he starts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; the piano in&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Mom is saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum,&lt;/span&gt; if you don't be quiet, you will go to your room." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Carolina is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; a mess in the pantry.  I just checked on her and she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt; boxes in the garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can hear more crashing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noises&lt;/span&gt; in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Mom is is telling me to throw away the empty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt; boxes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; it in the pantry.  (She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt; on Lina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morgan is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leaders&lt;/span&gt; U, B, and H. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Liberty and I are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; our strep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt; in our living room but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I love my family and I'm so thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2161279304675404177?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2161279304675404177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2161279304675404177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2161279304675404177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7494368666632836431</id><published>2009-10-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:51:00.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick I hate it</title><content type='html'>Sorry!  People are going to stop reading my blog because I pick such depressing topics!  I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Sunday morning. I woke up with a sore throat and totally&lt;br /&gt;freezing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church...bad idea.  When I got home I decided I was definitely sick.  The night consisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of more sore throats, fevers, and throwing up.   It was not one of my best nights!!!!  Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wounderful mother got me a doctor's appointment and, to make things worse, Liberty was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick too!  At the Doctor's, I found out I have strep throat!!!  Then we went to the wonderful store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-mart and talked to the oh so wonderful, experienced workers there and waited...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited...and waited! Finally, we went to Wendy's and got chili and frostys!  I love Wendys, don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?  When we got home I took my prescription and went to bed.  It was a better night.  Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better well except my throat and that doesn't hurt that bad.  I am so glad to be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good thing too, because in two days it's opening night for the Wizard Of Oz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!  And let me warn you, strep throat is Not Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7494368666632836431?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7494368666632836431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-sick-i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7494368666632836431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7494368666632836431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-sick-i-hate-it.html' title='Being sick I hate it'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-370071769896454000</id><published>2009-10-05T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:50:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we get up at 12:00 and start to work, at 1:00 take an hour for lunch and then at 2:00 we're done--Jolly good fun!</title><content type='html'>How I wish my school day went like this but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alas&lt;/span&gt; (sigh) it's not.  But anyway, that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter.  This post is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be about the play The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wizard&lt;/span&gt; Of Oz--you know, the song "We're of to s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wizard,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wizard&lt;/span&gt; of oz.  He really is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; if ever a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; there was.  If ever if ever a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; there was, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wizard&lt;/span&gt; of oz is one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; he was.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;You remember it right?  You better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; that song is the whole point of this post so if you don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; it, stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; doing, go find the movie, "The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wizard&lt;/span&gt; Of Oz" in your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;collection&lt;/span&gt; of movies, or go to the library and rent it, or go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and buy it, or just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; it.  That would be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easiest&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the post, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; remember that song &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;? Right.  Well it all started with the musical we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; out for called "Forlorn Hope."  Sounds great, huh?  Can't you just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dad, can we go to a play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tonight?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sure.  L&lt;/span&gt;et's go to this one (looking in the newspaper).  It's called "Forlorn Hope" and it's about people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; to death and eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;each other.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad I don't think I want to go to a play anymore. " &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ended up&lt;/span&gt; not doing Forlorn Hope and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to do The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wizard&lt;/span&gt; of Oz. S&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ounds&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasant,&lt;/span&gt; r&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        So now Clarissa, Liberty, and I are in the W&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;izard&lt;/span&gt; of Oz!   And we love it.  We are all jitter bugs.  Jitterbugs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; in the movie, but we are so cool.  We get to do a really fun dance and have a lot of fun!  We are also all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;citizens&lt;/span&gt; of Oz.  It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; fun and I'm excited for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;! If you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interested,&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; are at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convention&lt;/span&gt; center on the 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th,&lt;/span&gt; 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th,&lt;/span&gt; and 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 7:00.  I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt;  It will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-370071769896454000?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/370071769896454000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-get-up-at-1200-and-start-to-work-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/370071769896454000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/370071769896454000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-get-up-at-1200-and-start-to-work-at.html' title='we get up at 12:00 and start to work, at 1:00 take an hour for lunch and then at 2:00 we&apos;re done--Jolly good fun!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-8652805748612237933</id><published>2009-10-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:23:18.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling??? I hate it!</title><content type='html'>I like school, kind of.  Well, depends on the subject.  I love reading, history, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;science,&lt;/span&gt; and the funny thing is, I like writing.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Writing&lt;/span&gt;?  (Didn't I just say I hated spelling?  M&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aybe&lt;/span&gt; the word "Hate" is a  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt;-o.)  No, sadly it is not a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt;-o.  It is true I hate spelling.  It's not that I don't like the subject.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it would be "&lt;em&gt;perfectly lovely"&lt;/em&gt; as Anne of green gables would say.  If I was just better at it, I would like it. &lt;br /&gt;           You may think, "Well she isn't a bad speller.  All of her posts are mostly spelled right.  But you see, I have a secret cover &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upper&lt;/span&gt; for my bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spelling. &lt;/span&gt; It is called my mom.  You can read the post "ABC 123 and where I learned them" to find out how amazing she is.  Any way, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; beside the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;point. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be telling you about my spelling sadly. &lt;br /&gt;           Do you know why I'm a bad speller?  Well, it's not my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt; at all or at least I like to tell myself that it's my dad's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fault. &lt;/span&gt; I was born with bad spelling!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfair,&lt;/span&gt; right? but you see it's not his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;either.  I&lt;/span&gt;t's someone's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; not living any more-- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;.  So I'm going to stop the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trait.&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marry&lt;/span&gt; someone who is such a good speller that my kids will all be good spellers and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trait&lt;/span&gt; will STOP! &lt;br /&gt;         I'm sad I'm a not-so-good speller, but its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; mom and big sister who are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; spellers.  So no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worries, hakuna matata!&lt;/span&gt;  And some day I'll show you that I can have a writing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; without being a good speller.  We have it all planned out.  I'll write, Liberty will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;illustrate,&lt;/span&gt; and Clarissa will edit!  Good idea right? &lt;br /&gt;        Well, anyway, I should &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; go finish my school.  But first I need to go get my mom to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt; my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-8652805748612237933?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8652805748612237933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/spelling-i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8652805748612237933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/8652805748612237933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/spelling-i-hate-it.html' title='Spelling??? I hate it!'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-3644510206065458225</id><published>2009-10-01T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:51:35.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Recard Booking</title><content type='html'>For those of you that haven't ever been in 4-H, I feel really bad for you.  It is sooooo fun (especially if Tammy Myers is your leader.  She is amazing.) We have so much fun like last year when my amazing mother wrote an award wining skit for the 4-H skit and talent contest and we got to go to Fallon to perform it or when we go swimming every year after we have cleaned the fair grounds all morning. We have a lot of fun...except every year in October when we have to start our record books!&lt;br /&gt;A record book is a binder full of pictures, project summaries and LOTS and LOTS and LOTs of paper work!!! Clarissa and I decided to start our record books early--September 30th, early huh? So since we decided to make this heroic decision, all of yesterday afternoon I spent my time filling in paper work. Sounds fun. I had the time of my life (not really). I also wrote 3 project summaries.  Here is my Fashion revue project summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Revue Project Summary&lt;br /&gt;This was my second year in fashion revue. I had fun and learned a lot. This year in fashion revue my goal was to be in the recycled section of fashion revue. I also wanted to sew something for the fashion revue. I went to the fashion revue workshop and learned how to model my outfit, how to pick out outfits that I would wear often, and made a pin cushion.&lt;br /&gt;For the recycled category, I made a purse and a skirt out of 2 paire of jeans that had holes, and I purchased a t-shirt at the thrift store that I embroidered a flower on. For the constructed category I made a pink polka-dotted top and a matching head scarf.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in fashion revue this year and I’m excited to do it next year!&lt;br /&gt;      Great, right? (I hope so) I had to do 3 of these plus 4 pages of paper work.  I did the 1st page for each category. I'm making progress, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like a lot but we learned from last year. Last year I had 6 projects! and I remember staying up late working with my awesome, faithful mom while Clarissa was at mutual.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though record books are a pain (I'm convinced I've convinced you by now), it is so worth it! I am so glad I'm in 4-H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-3644510206065458225?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3644510206065458225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/joys-of-recard-booking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3644510206065458225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/3644510206065458225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/joys-of-recard-booking.html' title='The Joys of Recard Booking'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2914091575655747266</id><published>2009-09-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:07:27.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Sunshine Genaraton (clap snap turn)</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of Sunshine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Generation?&lt;/span&gt; I hadn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; like two years ago when my Aunt Anne called us and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; if my sisters, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum, and I&lt;/span&gt; wanted to be in her one week summer camp.  We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to and we got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt; We had car &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; and had to spend the night in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; but we got there.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;.  When we &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got there, we loved it and decided  Clarissa and I would teach it in Starr V&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alley&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;      Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarr&lt;/span&gt; V&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alley&lt;/span&gt; needs, huh, a singing and dancing group directed by 10 and 12 year old girls?  No, not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Actually,&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worked. &lt;/span&gt; We had a lot of S&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarr&lt;/span&gt; Valley kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; 2 from Wells!  Maybe we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; quite as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; as Anne with 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;groups&lt;/span&gt; of 30 kids, but she was in Salt Lake; we were in Starr Valley.  But anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; beside the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;      We ordered the t-shirts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Training&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVDs,&lt;/span&gt; and Student &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CDs a&lt;/span&gt;nd started.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was kind of hard but we liked it.  Our first show was...O.K.  Now we are on our  third show and we are pros, well not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really,&lt;/span&gt; but we are getting better!  We now have baby food jars with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; kid's name on them that are slowly filling up with beans whenever they're good, red and green elf hats for our songs, and lots of games.  We're doing our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; show now I'm teaching Jolly old St &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nickolas&lt;/span&gt; and We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elves&lt;/span&gt;!  And I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2914091575655747266?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2914091575655747266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-sunshine-genaraton-clap-snap-turn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2914091575655747266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2914091575655747266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-sunshine-genaraton-clap-snap-turn.html' title='We&apos;re Sunshine Genaraton (clap snap turn)'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-2004267686953418669</id><published>2009-09-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:19:27.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3 A,B,C. and where I learnd them</title><content type='html'>For those of you that don't know my mom, you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; missing out.  She is one of the best people I know.  She has 6 kids (you have to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; great person to have 6 kids).  She is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seamstress. &lt;/span&gt; She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; us dresses, doll clothes, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costumes!   She is the best cook ever!  If you don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; he'll tell  you.&lt;br /&gt;         And one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; things she dose for us is home schooling.  She is amazing.  She has given me a love of reading, a love of history, a love of writing and a hate of math!  She is is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; amazing.  Sometimes she has trials.  Some days we're not as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciative&lt;/span&gt; as we should be.  Sometimes we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; as well behaved as we should be.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; we are having a hard time with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;concept. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I can't spell her name, but she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; does it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ven&lt;/span&gt; if i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; isa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;struggle,&lt;/span&gt; kindly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt; us learn and grow. I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt;ful for her.  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; not only does she help us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; progress in our learning, she helps others too--l&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adies&lt;/span&gt; like Tammy Myers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Felila Uhlig&lt;/span&gt; who are unhappy with the wonderful wells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elementary--&lt;/span&gt; my mom designs c&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;urriculums&lt;/span&gt; for them.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Curriculums&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; well for their kids. &lt;br /&gt;     I'm so proud of her when teachers at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; say, "Oh, Marianne is helping you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school?  T&lt;/span&gt;hen you'll be alright.  And when Clarissa decided to go to 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; and ended up wining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of awards I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thought--&lt;/span&gt; that's my mom. &lt;br /&gt;      I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my mom and proud to be her daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-2004267686953418669?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2004267686953418669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/123-abc-and-where-i-learnd-them.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2004267686953418669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/2004267686953418669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/123-abc-and-where-i-learnd-them.html' title='1,2,3 A,B,C. and where I learnd them'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-7113441106245226848</id><published>2009-09-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:01:31.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvest Dinner</title><content type='html'>To day was the harvest dinner.  For those of you who haven't lived in Wells your whole life the harvest dinner is a dinner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; on by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Presbyterian&lt;/span&gt; church &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; fall.  This is when you find a piece of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt; on your car  after church with a picture of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Presbyterian&lt;/span&gt; church on it.  And you think, Wai&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute,&lt;/span&gt; I've seen this before," and you remember, "Oh yeah, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;invitations&lt;/span&gt; are the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; year."  This is when you go in to a tiny room full of noisy people and fill a plate with some good food.  This is when you look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the tables full of people and pick out the ones that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they have their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; clothes on.  This is when, after you sit down, you notice some mean girls from your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt; team last year along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt; Hooper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt;.  This is when you go sit with the Myers or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashbys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; they moved.  This is when you happily go look at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt; table and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; back with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt; looking piece of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pie.  This is when you come home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; I love the harvest dinner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you don't have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you get home (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is 30:00 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; away.)  This is when you hear your mom talking on the phone to some one saying, "To day was the harvest dinner (a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was just like its always been,"  and you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; yes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; just like it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-7113441106245226848?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7113441106245226848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/harvest-dinner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7113441106245226848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/7113441106245226848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/harvest-dinner.html' title='The Harvest Dinner'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-5319359496083935930</id><published>2009-09-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:12:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time, Girl Time, Let's Go Have Some Girl Time</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid we aren't going down to the mall or getting a pedicure and all but we are having girl time. The boys are in Wells helping my dad work and we're having girl time!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to the mall we're blogging! I just got my blog yesterday and Liberty has hers now but hasn't written anything yet. Her blog is &lt;a href="http://www.libertyejohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.libertyejohnson.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. We are also e-mailing since you can't have a blog with out an e-mail address, Liberty got one of those too. It is &lt;a href="mailto:libertyejohnson@yahoo.com"&gt;libertyejohnson@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. We Johnsons can do anything can't we.&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing we are doing for girl time is Saturday cleaning the house, not &lt;em&gt;cleaning&lt;/em&gt; the house but &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt; cleaning the house. And yes, this means mopping,wiping, and vacuuming. What a joy! You know the song "Saturday is a special day. It's the day we get ready for Sunday. We clean the house and we shampoo our hair so we don't have to work until Monday." It goes something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun girl time, huh. No it's not really. I'm so glad I'm a girl though at times like yesterday when our friends, the Reeds, came to go hunting. (That sound miserable. ) Or like five minutes ago when Dad called and said that Ammon's dogs where in Jeff's field and he needed someone to go get them out. "Nope count me out. I'm a girl."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not pedicures and ice cream, but I'm pink and puffy crowns and dresses through and through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-5319359496083935930?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5319359496083935930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-time-girl-time-lets-go-have-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5319359496083935930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/5319359496083935930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-time-girl-time-lets-go-have-some.html' title='Girl Time, Girl Time, Let&apos;s Go Have Some Girl Time'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848865499033369512.post-6508976525699108314</id><published>2009-09-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:55:30.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deseret&lt;/span&gt; I like my name &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; when people call me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deseray&lt;/span&gt;. I hate the name &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deseray&lt;/span&gt; (no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;offense&lt;/span&gt; to those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deserays&lt;/span&gt; out there but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't like that name.)&lt;br /&gt;I Live in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; state of NV along with the sage brush, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rattle&lt;/span&gt;snakes and the slot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;machines&lt;/span&gt;. No not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; it's not as bad as it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt;! NV is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; state it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;riealy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about me is that I am a proud member of the hard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;, fast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;servants&lt;/span&gt; of God family... The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johnsons&lt;/span&gt;. ( for those of you that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know-- that is our family creed!) I am the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of 6 kids Clarissa, Me , Liberty,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt;,Morgan, and Carolina. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;riealy&lt;/span&gt; love being in a big family even though it is hard some times. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; like having sisters that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; close to me.&lt;br /&gt;There is one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inportant &lt;/span&gt;part of my life that I haven't told you about yet it is that I am a member of the true church of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; Ch&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rist&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;latter day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;saints&lt;/span&gt;! and I am glad I am and I know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see I am a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; happy person and I am glad to be me!&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm sorry my spelling is so sad. At least there is such a thing as spell check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848865499033369512-6508976525699108314?l=deseretjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6508976525699108314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6508976525699108314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848865499033369512/posts/default/6508976525699108314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseretjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Deseret</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
