<?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-7098011452267263130</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:20:48.698-07:00</updated><category term='accomplishments'/><title type='text'>Otherwise Known As: Darling Daughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-3209682911495920897</id><published>2009-10-03T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:14:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Ssf2ugR07mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yIrYuXBguL4/s1600-h/gsfgsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388546757971209826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Ssf2ugR07mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yIrYuXBguL4/s200/gsfgsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. It's been a VERY long time since my last post. I've been so busy. I barely have time to breathe. I decided I should blog about what I've been up too, so you all know I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fallen&lt;/span&gt; off the Earth. So brace your self for a decent post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started back in August, and I finally made it to my junior year. Gosh, I feel so old. This is my first year in all Honor classes ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; usually not in Honors math) and AP History. My AP US History(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt;) class is probably the best class I have. I love my teacher. He is great! However, 8 people have dropped out within the past 2 weeks and 4 more will most likely be out by next week. I had all my friends in there and now I only have 1 left. And me and my friend are the only girls. :) I figured with my friends gone, there will be less distractions and since the class is down to 8, there will be more one-on-one teaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a new love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jiu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jitsu&lt;/span&gt;. I love beating up guys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; quite great at it. I also love volleyball and have been playing for my church. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty beast, (that means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; great!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get class rings in Nov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited. :) I got our school mascot on one side and track &amp;amp; field on the other. On my left hand I have a HUGE national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; ring and on the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;delicate&lt;/span&gt; class ring. It'll look funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and our football team has done surprisingly good this year. &lt;em&gt;Check out my moms blog for what were all up to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-3209682911495920897?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3209682911495920897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3209682911495920897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3209682911495920897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-here.html' title='Im still here...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Ssf2ugR07mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yIrYuXBguL4/s72-c/gsfgsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-8296678852411931426</id><published>2009-08-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:37:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schhool.</title><content type='html'>So its the moment I've been waiting for..no, I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my letter from the hospital...I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; for my junior year of high school. And well, our lousy no good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consulers&lt;/span&gt; (yes, they really are) messed it up. So its pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Cal Honors&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;: Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Chemistry 1 Honors&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: AP US History ( my favorite teacher is teaching this :))&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: Spanish 2&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: English 4 Honors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see. I only signed up for one study hall, not 2. however next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; i will have no study hall. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; period is music appreciation. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; is music appreciation 1 and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is music appreciation 2. well ya cant do 2 if ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; finished with 1. Oh well, my school is messed up. At least i have lunch with my best friends.! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-8296678852411931426?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8296678852411931426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/schhool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8296678852411931426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8296678852411931426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/schhool.html' title='Schhool.'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-355081696422024105</id><published>2009-08-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:34:09.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Sorry its been a while but I have been so busy. :) So, Friday I had a interview at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt; hospital for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TeenBoard&lt;/span&gt;. Its a volunteer board for teenagers, its all year round too. You get to decorate the hospital for Christmas, and trick or treat. I find out if I get on it this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have the best father in the whole entire world!! I love him so much. He surprised me yesterday with a shopping spree for school! The best part was, I got to do it with momma. Which is a big deal because I almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get to and I cant shop with out my mother! We had so much fun, and I did a good job with the money I had. I got 5 shirts (from American Eagle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt;) which is really good, considering they are usually expensive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; best friends with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;racks&lt;/span&gt;. Also, I got 3 pairs of paints. Of course they are all from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt;, cause their Short Length Jeans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; terribly to long on me. However, I tried on a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt; and they ended up being jeans. :) I love being short sometimes. I even got my first pair of rainbows!!! I got a pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nike&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bookbag&lt;/span&gt;, and my school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt;. I still need a few more things, but I still have a few days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school Monday. Ill be a junior. :) oh yeah! but right now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher for 2 twin boys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-355081696422024105?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/355081696422024105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/wahoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/355081696422024105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/355081696422024105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-752435310408435401</id><published>2009-07-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:37:23.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Be A...World Changer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcpciyx7YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tyT-bn1cQjc/s1600-h/hwc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361299451760733570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcpciyx7YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tyT-bn1cQjc/s200/hwc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a post about World Changers. Ah, I really do miss it. I miss the horrible food, the mountains, the weather, the rain, the school, the showers that had trash bags as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, I don't miss the showers..I love having my stripe shower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;curtain&lt;/span&gt;. :) I miss sleeping on a sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SmcweQnzzcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5IVSfxuLQq4/s1600-h/598523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361307177824013762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SmcweQnzzcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5IVSfxuLQq4/s200/598523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361306667993396834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SmcwAlWt9mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ox2-dGueGsA/s200/465548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crew..I really miss these people. They were awesome. They came from all over this side of the US. There were some from Virginia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;, and Ohio. We all got along great...except for the first day I met them, I thought they were annoying. Yet, in the long run..I became very good friend&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SmctGFv-ELI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V0h56EI7LGE/s1600-h/hwc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s with them all and we all cried when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday, we have a half-day. That means we work till a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smct5mfzgYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R_DeuedT-54/s1600-h/hwc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361304349017604482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smct5mfzgYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R_DeuedT-54/s200/hwc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bout 1 and come back to our lodging area. The church groups go off and have a fun filled day. Well my youth group, went to the mall...it was HUGE!!..like 3 stories! Then we went to Outback or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chilli's&lt;/span&gt;. The people at Outback almost had a heart attack when I told them we had a party of 40! Then we went to a baseball game...Appalachian Power. I must say I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. I got chosen to perform the YMCA with a couple of teenagers, we made human subway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;. Except for the baseball team was horrible. I think our little league &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;all star&lt;/span&gt; team could have done better...they are going to the Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;League&lt;/span&gt; World Series. I got in trouble for yelling at the other team... :) And I'm pretty sure our youth pastor is deaf, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the ball was hit in our direction all the girls screamed...later on this team hit a LITTLE boy in the SHOULDER!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcv2ODnX-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/G1L2DMyM4Yg/s1600-h/598219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361306489940565986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcv2ODnX-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/G1L2DMyM4Yg/s200/598219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Changers was great. You really grow spiritually and you really do realize how blessed you really are. At the end of the week 6 people were saved. One student (a youth), some homeowners, and even people down the street. During this week, me and Anna Kathryn (the other girl in this picture), witnessed to someone who excepted Christ. It's amazing to see how God can use you. I can't wait till next year. I'm hoping we go to Middle America. However, it doesn't matter where God ends up taking us, our work as Christian is never done.&lt;br /&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/7098011452267263130-752435310408435401?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/752435310408435401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-be-aworld-changer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/752435310408435401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/752435310408435401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-be-aworld-changer.html' title='You Can Be A...World Changer!'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcpciyx7YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tyT-bn1cQjc/s72-c/hwc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-3112492004932826776</id><published>2009-07-20T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:25:43.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Ready...</title><content type='html'>The beach was great...of course, you can read about the main points of the trip at my moms blog. :) I'll post about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to cross country for the second time. We ran 5 miles. Yes, I thought I was gonna die. When I showed up however, I was the only girl and those 3 dudes there, were hardcore athletes...oh boy! Or oh boys!! Well of course, I got left behind, cause well, my jog compared to their jog is hugely different. Well I was the last one done...and that was because well...I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took the wrong path. My coach ended up finding me and I was in tears...I thought I was a goner...I knew I would get back to civilization. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; myself.. First off, for getting lost, and not being able to keep up with the guys. Ive always been the best at what I do...so this is different. On the plus side, whenever the guys did pass me the gave me a high-five and told me I could do. Well, I did..I just did it wrong.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till Charleston with Brianna (from Learning to Breathe). :) Oh and pray that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misson&lt;/span&gt; trip to IL will go great and that they will be able to witness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-3112492004932826776?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3112492004932826776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-be-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3112492004932826776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3112492004932826776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-be-ready.html' title='Never Be Ready...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-55920682225448331</id><published>2009-07-09T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:35:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooked Bacon...</title><content type='html'>We leave for the beach Saturday. :) I'm excited...and ready to be there...except, my room isn't clean and I have not packed. The beach is always fun. My best friend always comes with me and we always have the same room assignments. We always get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; on the way up and she takes 2 hours to eat. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we went bike riding on the beach and got lost. I got chased by big dogs..scary! Later, we find out that every path leads to the main road. We had planned on seeing the sun rise, and we finally did on our last day. We went to Salty Dog and had virgin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caladas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last year, I was forbidden to do anything fun. Not because I was in trouble but because 3 months ago from then I had my knee surgery. I couldn't surf :( or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tumble&lt;/span&gt; :( or even JUMP WAVES!! I know you think my summer was horrible. Well it wasn't. I just had tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restrictions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this summer, I can surf, tumble, jump waves, run, climb a ladder, play soccer. I have NO limitations. I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brothers girlfriends birthday! She is finally 19! So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-55920682225448331?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/55920682225448331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/cooked-bacon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/55920682225448331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/55920682225448331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/cooked-bacon.html' title='Cooked Bacon...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-2908439901376695765</id><published>2009-07-07T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:22:03.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"WELCOME TO MOE'S!!"</title><content type='html'>I went to Moe's yesterday for the very first time yesterday. Brianna (from Learning to Breathe), her little brother, Christian, my mommy, my older brother and his girlfriend came along, because me and Brianna couldn't get there without my wonderful mother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. Brianna is really cool and her little brother is the best rain dancer.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He is too cute! He informed me about every Marvel superhero and the Transformer movies. What a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to renew my permit yesterday...sad i know. :( Sadly, tomorrow is my last day at the hospital because next week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be at the beach. However, I applied for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TeenBoard&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I will get on it and can go everyday after school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to wash clothes to the beach...well if I can get off my lazy butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-2908439901376695765?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2908439901376695765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-moes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/2908439901376695765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/2908439901376695765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-moes.html' title='&quot;WELCOME TO MOE&apos;S!!&quot;'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-19690104458666407</id><published>2009-06-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:53:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SkVRJ7DMcII/AAAAAAAAADI/-zX5P_pRu8k/s1600-h/5613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351772963111465090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SkVRJ7DMcII/AAAAAAAAADI/-zX5P_pRu8k/s200/5613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started thinking...what the world would be like if everyone didn't live like the world told them to? What if we all tried to live like Christ? There would be less violence, crimes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; by the choices others make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally don't see why the world shuns God. Without Him, we wouldn't be here. He sent His Son to die for us, so he obviously loves us. Why don't others love him as well? God loves us, and cares about us. I also don't see why people think God isn't real. Yes, you can't see him physically, but look around yourself. You see trees, the sky, clouds, the sun. You feel rain, wind. Who else could create this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I still don't see why you would want to live as the world. Some of my friends do, and it's sad. I will not conform into the ways of the world. I will live SET APART from the world. Won't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351772719815928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SkVQ7wtBKTI/AAAAAAAAADA/FLx3qbnDsws/s200/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;em&gt;Yes, this is scattered, but it's on my mind. Oh, and pray for momma. She is sick and its not fun around the house, when she is sick."&lt;/em&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/7098011452267263130-19690104458666407?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/19690104458666407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/set-apart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/19690104458666407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/19690104458666407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/set-apart.html' title='Set Apart...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SkVRJ7DMcII/AAAAAAAAADI/-zX5P_pRu8k/s72-c/5613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-9185993911537976087</id><published>2009-06-23T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:30:43.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want to try Moe's.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I have nothing to blog about. Well I do but I am not sure how to bring it into terms to were people would actually want to read it and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; in it. I have so many stories from World Changers...my birthday party...and my summer happening. Its not that these are boring to me or that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unentertaining&lt;/span&gt; but i can't somehow put it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; form. Also, I'm really busy and have no time. Which is a good thing because i LOVE busy. So one day this week, I will put something aside, and eventually upload my pictures, log onto this blog, hog up the computer and blog. So be waiting mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brianna&lt;/span&gt; (my only 2 readers). There will be a new post on this lonely blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Landen&lt;/span&gt;. My precious baby, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; belong to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-9185993911537976087?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9185993911537976087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-want-to-try-moes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/9185993911537976087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/9185993911537976087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-want-to-try-moes.html' title='I really want to try Moe&apos;s.'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-9013690724189296924</id><published>2009-06-03T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:13:04.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitMH6S430I/AAAAAAAAACw/YvXwzkZNMr0/s1600-h/grad09+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344449081596501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitMH6S430I/AAAAAAAAACw/YvXwzkZNMr0/s200/grad09+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           :) She is gonna hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitL15sicfI/AAAAAAAAACo/z2OR0cuS_dE/s1600-h/grad09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448772198003186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitL15sicfI/AAAAAAAAACo/z2OR0cuS_dE/s200/grad09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 this is matt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitLk10nbII/AAAAAAAAACg/7dayPifL4NM/s1600-h/grad09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448479100365954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitLk10nbII/AAAAAAAAACg/7dayPifL4NM/s200/grad09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  this is dhaval....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitLbWjXz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/7qhAAXznTlA/s1600-h/grad09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448316087717714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitLbWjXz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/7qhAAXznTlA/s200/grad09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                this is austin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO HOO!! I made it! I am finally a JUNIOR in high school! (: Today is the first official day of summer vacation. It all came so fast and it surely doesn't feel like summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back to this year and realize all the accomplishments I have made. I brought my GPA up a lot! I jumped 15 spots in class rank. :) I lettered in a varsity sport and came out as 2nd in girls field events. I realized that cheerleading wasn't as important to my life as I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bunch of new friends, and they were mostly seniors and watching them graduate brought a tear to my eye. I know it isn't the last time I will see some of them, because a few are planning to attend my birthday party! (which is in a few days!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be full of fun! I leave for a mission trip in a week. My birthday is in a week (first birthday at home in 4 years). I start volunteering at the local children's hospital which saved the lives of my brothers who are so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I'm ready for it to begin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-9013690724189296924?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9013690724189296924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-really-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/9013690724189296924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/9013690724189296924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-really-summer.html' title='Is it really summer?'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SitMH6S430I/AAAAAAAAACw/YvXwzkZNMr0/s72-c/grad09+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-8207039038945391574</id><published>2009-05-26T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:04:28.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go mom...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged. I've been very busy though..sorry mom. School is stressful during these last few days, with exams, and teachers trying to get the grades in. I have two exams today and a science test. Ugh! Pray for me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks, I'll be having my first birthday at home in four years. It's really weird, being able to plan a party, and I'm going to miss my surprise cakes from our youth group. I've been on mission trips during my birthday, and this year we leave the day after. :) So I'm getting a bunch of my closest friends together and were going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I'll be working in the gift shop, at the local children's hospital, that saved my little brothers life. I decided I wanted to give back, so I'm volunteering. It should be fun and I'll work every Monday morning. Plus, it will look good on college applications and scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I have a few prayer requests: 1) The cop at our school, step-son has a brain tumor and the chemo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;radiation&lt;/span&gt; are starting to take a toll on him. He is losing his hair, and it's hard. He is only 13.   2) Our youth group will be leaving on a mission trip up north called World Changers in a few weeks.  3) and Exams. Very stressful and over-whelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a wonderful week. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.significantsource.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Significance&lt;/span&gt; Source&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wednesday's&lt;/span&gt; prayer meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-8207039038945391574?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8207039038945391574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-you-go-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8207039038945391574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8207039038945391574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-you-go-mom.html' title='Here you go mom...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-2459845807924991784</id><published>2009-05-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:25:34.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/ShMKmJH4BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaQnJfnZXQI/s1600-h/5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621633764427570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/ShMKmJH4BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaQnJfnZXQI/s200/5641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when I saw a kid in the youth group with his yearbook. I retrieved the yearbook from the kid, and looked through it with our youth directors wife. When me and Jamie are together we have tons of fun, especially when it comes to school and pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Aaron (the youth director) went to the youth room, and started making announcements about upcoming projects and services. Me and Jamie continued looking through the yearbook in his office. Aaron, was talking about Youth Sunday, and needed someone to greet the congregation. Of course, I had no idea. So he yells, "Heather, will you welcome everyone?" So you can already guess what I did, I yelled very loudly, "WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHURCH!" Then I hear a sudden outburst of laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after getting picked on for the rest of church, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; me with the same question. My response was different this time. I looked at him, and said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsarcasticly&lt;/span&gt;, "Aaron, do you honestly think I will get in front of the whole entire church and welcome them. You know I don't do public speaking!" I got another laugh. *Sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I love Aaron. And in 2 weeks, I will be welcoming the congregation against my will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-2459845807924991784?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2459845807924991784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/2459845807924991784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/2459845807924991784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-see.html' title='You see...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/ShMKmJH4BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaQnJfnZXQI/s72-c/5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-5095141073638606272</id><published>2009-05-14T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:41:50.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sgy8yGA-meI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUch13ORnbY/s1600-h/hkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335847227321391586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sgy8yGA-meI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUch13ORnbY/s200/hkl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Only 13 more days, and school is out. I'll no longer a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be half-way done with high school. I'll be getting my class ring. Be able to go to prom. Be able to drive to school. Wear a blue lanyard. Take my first AP class. I'll be on my way to graduating before I know it, and I'll be gone away for college in 2 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I want to slow down time. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay right here, this age, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. I can vividly remember the Honors trip to Washington, DC I went on in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Trying out for the middle school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; team, and can remember how everything happened. It seems like yesterday I was stepping into high-school for the first time. Now, I'm about to be half-way done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it. I get all sad..I'm actually crying as I right this. I can't seem to imagine myself in college, and not being able to see my parents face everyday. I wish I could slow down time. Yet, when I really think about it, I don't want it to go by slower. I want it to hurry and go faster. I want to be the first in the family to graduate medical school. I want to adopt a child from China. I'm ready for all this to happen, but I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm getting old. I think that's it. Isn't this what old people do? Sit here, and wish time would slow down. I have 28 days till my birthday. I'm starting to get wrinkles!! (NO LIE! - in between my eyes.) Also, when I walk, I creak (as in all you hear is click click click). Oh, I don't want to be old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-5095141073638606272?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5095141073638606272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-down-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/5095141073638606272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/5095141073638606272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-down-time.html' title='Slow Down Time...'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sgy8yGA-meI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUch13ORnbY/s72-c/hkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-3520022394840735881</id><published>2009-05-11T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:12:43.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy..</title><content type='html'>This weekend was amazing! It was very busy, but I like busy. Busy is good. I worked constantly this weekend. It was all worth it in the long run though.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Relay For Life. It was held by my school and  another high school in our district. The theme was India and we had a few Indian girls from our school paint henna tattoos. &lt;em&gt;Yes I got one.&lt;/em&gt; We ended up raising over $100 (they were $1-5per tattoo). At Relay For Life they do a Survivor lap around the track. I saw this girl about my age. She was in tears, and I realized how blessed I am that I don't have to go through what she does. Be in prayer for her and those who took that walk. They have to live with the fear of the cancer coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Also on Friday was Incentive Field Day. It was something our school just started, but it was TONS of fun! We had wobbly-ball races, water balloon relays and field goals competitions. Of course we could do other things, so me and my friends went to the jumping pit, to build sandcastles. :) We also tried to get to the bottom of the pit, but never reached it. We also had a rough game of Ultimate Frisbee. My new favorite game.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I woke up at 7, and headed to the church. We were building a wheelchair ramp at the home of one of the youth. She has Spina-Bifida. She is the sweetest girl. Becky had no idea we were coming to build her a ramp, so when she woke up to us hammering and sawing in her front yard, she got emotional. Then I went to the Lower State Softball Tournament. Our girls softball team is in it. They won. Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Mothers Day! But I spent the morning taking care of a few 3 year olds at church. I love kids! They are so fun at that age. Then I worked on a government project all day. So much for spending time with momma.&lt;br /&gt;**Well I hope everyone had a great weekend, and that all the mothers who read this blog had a great mother's day! I'll be back soon with some funny stories from this weekend.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-3520022394840735881?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3520022394840735881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3520022394840735881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/3520022394840735881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy..'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-6871263412191016194</id><published>2009-05-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:04:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dept. of Labor</title><content type='html'>So, we got our yearbooks. They are very cute and I love them! Today we had ** Idol. (** is name of school and since I don't want someone to know it and hunt me down..you cant know it). ** Idol is when the teachers of our school perform by singing, dancing, even marital arts. We had 3 of our old teachers impersonate a group of singers from the 60s, and my old teacher, showed us his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kwon&lt;/span&gt;-do. It was great. Then the yearbook staff did a skit to introduce the yearbook. It was dedicated to my FAVORITE teacher! **&lt;em&gt;my economics teacher**&lt;/em&gt; It was a great way to end the day!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday..I get to attend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Incentive&lt;/span&gt; Field Day-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting out of 2 quizzes and not having to listen to Edgar Allen Poe say &lt;em&gt;Bells, bells, bells, it's the bells bells bells.&lt;/em&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; GREAT! Also, tomorrow night is Relay For Life. Whoop whoop!! It's India themed this year, and my friend from India is bringing me a Indian dress thing to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday...I'm doing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-project with my church. Were building a wheelchair ramp for one of the girls in youth. Sadly, after this I must do my government project on Supreme Court cases. And my best friend is coming over, cause she is my partner....&lt;em&gt;in crime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll have time to blog..who knows. Have a great weekend. Maybe it won't storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-6871263412191016194?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6871263412191016194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/dept-of-labor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/6871263412191016194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/6871263412191016194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/dept-of-labor.html' title='Dept. of Labor'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-8947540600758018979</id><published>2009-05-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:35:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement much!</title><content type='html'>:) so the rumor  around school is that we get yearbooks this week. well, we are suppose to, we all saw the big boxes come in today and the yearbook staff wearing their t-shirts. Oh boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-8947540600758018979?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8947540600758018979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/excitement-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8947540600758018979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/8947540600758018979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/excitement-much.html' title='Excitement much!'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-520361031094377020</id><published>2009-05-04T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:11:35.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><title type='text'>Climb On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sf9hpnFKH4I/AAAAAAAAABg/W9_9fuMB5Es/s1600-h/6%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087851323105154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sf9hpnFKH4I/AAAAAAAAABg/W9_9fuMB5Es/s200/6%2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So not to long ago, we had an inspirational speaker come to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. His name was John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beede&lt;/span&gt;. Of course we all thought it would be a boring assembly. I would to beg differ! He taught us 4 success strategies. I want to share them with you because they have helped me... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE CLIMB ON! Strategies for Success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Pick a Summit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gear Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ascend It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Leave it Better Than You Found It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then had us write down a list of goals we wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt;. Here are two of mine...1) Get a A in English. 2)Make a A on an English test. English is very hard for me. Well I used these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt;. My Summit was to, well make a A in English and a A on an English test. I geared up by always being prepared. To Ascend, I studied hard, and I always paid attention. And I did the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; step by helping my English teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got our grades today....I'm pleased to tell them to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Government Honors(a SENIOR class)- 91% B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Spanish I-95% A (the highest grade in my class!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Biology I Honors-101% A :) (future doctor in training here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Algebra II-96% A (the highest grade out of all my teacher's classes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT MY ENGLISH GRADE IS A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;93!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; an A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I jumped up and down you guys! I'm pretty much the happiest girl in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Oh, and John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beede&lt;/span&gt; has a book.... "Climb On!" Its a great book, and he gets the points across by a story. You can buy a copy on his website.*&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/7098011452267263130-520361031094377020?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/520361031094377020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/520361031094377020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/520361031094377020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb-on.html' title='Climb On!'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Sf9hpnFKH4I/AAAAAAAAABg/W9_9fuMB5Es/s72-c/6%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-6689226012030911030</id><published>2009-05-02T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:08:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupendous Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SfyifC-47lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/un9nTO4tMrw/s1600-h/hdj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331314713160117842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SfyifC-47lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/un9nTO4tMrw/s200/hdj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SfyfbpZXv-I/AAAAAAAAABI/_cIRdw57Akk/s1600-h/helicop.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started when I woke up this morning. Like most Saturday's, I went to my parents room and laid in their bed. I looked at my dad, and asked, "Where did you go this morning?" He looks at me, "A helicopter crashed in the woods in front of the house. We had to go help save the passenger and put out the fire." My wonderful mother says, "Yeah, I cant believe you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wake up, the house shook and the news was here. All 4 fire stations were here!" I ran to the front door, yelling to the twins what happened and we bolted through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stomped back to there room, and they are laughing. I was all upset, I had even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my friend, telling him what had happened. Well, there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;helicopter&lt;/span&gt; crash, just a carbon monoxide leak up the street. Being so gullible is totally a disadvantage. So, then I guess they felt bad because we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; pancakes for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The twins and I went swimming today. It's finally hot enough. We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scattergories&lt;/span&gt;, and I taught them how to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;backflips&lt;/span&gt;- it was very unsuccessful. So we decided to kill each other with huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waterguns&lt;/span&gt;. Well, they never got it from me. We ended up shooting the water in the sky and tried not to get hit when it came down. Ryan brought down a big cooler filled with ice. I was curious to know what would happen if we put the ice in the pool. Needless to say, the water got even colder, and we had to get out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the grandparents are here and we're about to grill out (PORK!! &lt;em&gt;swine flu. eek!) &lt;/em&gt;Hope you enjoy your weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-6689226012030911030?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6689226012030911030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupendous-saturday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/6689226012030911030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/6689226012030911030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupendous-saturday.html' title='Stupendous Saturday'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/SfyifC-47lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/un9nTO4tMrw/s72-c/hdj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098011452267263130.post-7456991485623800066</id><published>2009-04-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:21:10.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog!</title><content type='html'>Since my mom has a blog, I decided it was time to me to follow in her footsteps. I'm not sure if anyone will read this, besides her, but this will just show life through the eyes of a teenager. Hope you enjoy my writings...now, a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I go by Darling Daughter, well at least in the bloggy atmosphere. I am fifteen, and at times I can be as mature as a twenty year old, but then again I can be as goofy as a twelve year old. I'm a sophomore in high school, and unlike most, I actually love it! I was a competitive cheerleader for five years and have tumbled since I was five, but that ended last year when I severed my ACL in my knee. So that's on hold for now. I do track &amp;amp; field at my school. I long jump and throw disc and shot, and i'm 2nd for all the girls. I am active in my youth group, and I stand up for what I believe in. I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all your getting for now. I don't want to bore my readers (if I have any besides mom-hey mom!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098011452267263130-7456991485623800066?l=otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7456991485623800066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/7456991485623800066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098011452267263130/posts/default/7456991485623800066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otherwiseknownasdarlingdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog!'/><author><name>Darling Daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710890596220425575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLGPYOk17eg/Smcn9MBeo5I/AAAAAAAAADY/vv2w9BEf-Bc/S220/56876.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
