tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551784292838672012024-03-12T16:32:17.185-07:00Especially For YouAlyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-17256041572476355932010-05-18T22:56:00.001-07:002010-05-18T23:32:11.295-07:00End of the YEARThe end has come so quickly. Where has time gone?<br /><br /><br /><em><br />"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it." </em><br /><br /><br /><br />Ferris Bueller had it good that one beautiful day in sunny Chicago. Why can't I have an awesome day like that with my boyfriend and best friend?<br /><br />My life is its own kind of perfect right now. I have an amazing boyfriend and an awesome best friend. My brother and I are very close and I'm loving the babysitting jobs I've been geting. I'm graduating soon and I can't wait to be liberated!<br /><br /><br />Some pics about what I've been up to [:<br /><br /><br /><br />1) Choir Trip to San Luis Obispo/Pismo/Santa Barbara/Moro Bay/Hearst Castle<br />2) Prom with my boyfriend Leo<br />3) Senior Rally 2010 with Lindsay Shearer<br />4) Cabaret; Chorale performed September in 70's outfits.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472862308807323058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4o01i3dfKQ7FUNwxb9sOM1TBbXJ68aF8m97_4vJVknsQY6IQw2plCdcqYlHjkgtIq_i2swa5GgAzW-H_6KOL9dtY_b-rNp3EEopSUc5ipA5E1TidAwH7xgmn7dWwHXZYNIuYaEBaDU3Ly/s320/Tour+2010+019.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472862314065444834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8177aMbb0mf7NDgtdkHTJyq0Xf-Mrvgn-vIBCWMS-vb-kHzBfU3Bym77vskqfeJaT3MNjsj0TlBm6uiDlHYibWAD8nvzZKwgRCRHcrUeMiqlTfOhqrXMuD_qcjzYst7VZzRbdLCzfiz_l/s320/prom+1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472862328756504530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGes25C5T0pJuCNeGpSMPNG_E5E3FuyimX-Gpc95OSmijBPc2xjvmuJtbmajINCNdqiRFt9l6xK7QoW68SBygGfLupwQ2KniDqxv8EveRxDekKe-w-naEpRnvBSZmT2z5TTJmFjmx2i93Y/s320/Rally+Day+010.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472862334786380546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXF3Ga_v4g_jv_TrMAf1TsuowNii4-zm3hdrObTK21J1tKtss6cQxvE63ShKcnRVIb2KU7DD4dW7wA284P3H-gKAUUR0H2XnUWHBLQT0tkImFaNDrrD5Js_vyE9Kw0IfVm_VpIm60nJDhv/s320/29392_1448907624305_1281651655_1272558_6242394_n.jpg" />Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-82140568366801892122009-08-22T13:36:00.000-07:002009-08-22T14:14:29.548-07:00As Of 8-22-09<div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I miss my Gracie-girl and Phia, and my little Star Wars fanatic. They are so adorable (: They are in Wisconsin, and I don't know when I'll see them again. Summer has been going great. It's hard to believe that school starts on Wednesday. Class of 2010 (: U-High! Our Idaho trip was amazing. I love floating down the Boise River. I also went to a party last night. Well, a Mormon party. It was fun. Today we performed Baptisms for the Dead which was really great. We had 10 YW. I was also glad I got to babysit for Melissa and Ryan Ingram on Wednesday. Erika is so big and Morgan is adorably hilarious! Anyone agree Ice Blocking is fun? I might do that tonight!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuR3ecjnGr7SLor8i78dgVi32xkZnruLYD1EBenYo7-dDcFzLOfiMKkxMC0e_boUi-zdmTNjpkKgrV3NYjzJYWFCl8yzuPJfAKAnV7HW2eTcnegVoAmtn3cvfXYdS4QzozsmT5iQ2qeLV/s1600-h/8-22-09+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891881596565474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuR3ecjnGr7SLor8i78dgVi32xkZnruLYD1EBenYo7-dDcFzLOfiMKkxMC0e_boUi-zdmTNjpkKgrV3NYjzJYWFCl8yzuPJfAKAnV7HW2eTcnegVoAmtn3cvfXYdS4QzozsmT5iQ2qeLV/s320/8-22-09+003.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jacob, Sophia, and I. I don't know what she was looking at. Nothing interesting was on t.v! </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0f7tb5QveVITrCA6AyekDkjngP7eS9ZPFwuDujBSKO07814PEuMi62hiOry07I9XNwWqjO0LtGiMhxMHOut4XHiN8N5IoKO7sYYfdwNNQml3aMvIcBSSyieBxSrn47dgT09RZocHu8Iy/s1600-h/8-22-09+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891873871292290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0f7tb5QveVITrCA6AyekDkjngP7eS9ZPFwuDujBSKO07814PEuMi62hiOry07I9XNwWqjO0LtGiMhxMHOut4XHiN8N5IoKO7sYYfdwNNQml3aMvIcBSSyieBxSrn47dgT09RZocHu8Iy/s320/8-22-09+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">We were very suprised Sophia was actually looking AND smiling at the SAME time!</div><div align="center"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891865724914658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr-OCPjQ2cIZkS1yjHqRFRf4tW19liASgPnxhnNe1j4yzp1H_R4H97F-xgsPSxFv7dT_KFqogsBlFY8qu_nKa5ditOQWWKPztsDMk0Uo4qBZ5X-1toD19_Sh1PS6tO9yD_qoYwrag04wV/s320/8-22-09+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Gracie-girl and me(:</p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6l_hDP5Y8wG3oxc0CzMQzTCYhCy8TFfnaWnBXW2vQEldColhTOBu5fnIZ3fHY_wWSRjBGZxGPs4ZuBY1qniznjX6TLY2bp3XRWU_1a6B0R8E4fNNsIBBWCmXJOABl5qtBmBk7XTXafM-/s1600-h/8-22-09+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891899819454610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6l_hDP5Y8wG3oxc0CzMQzTCYhCy8TFfnaWnBXW2vQEldColhTOBu5fnIZ3fHY_wWSRjBGZxGPs4ZuBY1qniznjX6TLY2bp3XRWU_1a6B0R8E4fNNsIBBWCmXJOABl5qtBmBk7XTXafM-/s320/8-22-09+005.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Sacramento, California Temple!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW3T6cx802Fol1coy_Em0Yq22jMie6FRbjdkUzMU3KwPUHygppEkOG16yP5yKClUq5Q-E4LoiPevig9OkKacXn-VhLtuygKYM31Ewl9DfRZPSEeo_1oFNH0D-tQ19GcysJDYfASnR1QM4/s1600-h/8-22-09+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891894003965090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW3T6cx802Fol1coy_Em0Yq22jMie6FRbjdkUzMU3KwPUHygppEkOG16yP5yKClUq5Q-E4LoiPevig9OkKacXn-VhLtuygKYM31Ewl9DfRZPSEeo_1oFNH0D-tQ19GcysJDYfASnR1QM4/s320/8-22-09+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chris and Charia Jankowski and I on the Boise, ID River<br /></div>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-41165139009245590042009-06-25T16:15:00.000-07:002009-06-25T16:27:09.203-07:00I had just finished reading the Jonas Brother article from Good Housekeeping when I decided to go back to my room. Twenty minutes earlier I had been locking my door and unlocking it with the key, because I am a bored almost seventeen year old. So when I left my room I didn't relaize I shut the locked door. I turned the knob. No luck. I freaked. So I asked Jacob to open it...without the key. To which he gruntled his displeasure. He tried taking off the doorknob. No luck. So he set up a ladder and climbed onto the porch overhang and popped off my screenw. He then climbed inside, unlocking my door. Then he proceeded to climb back through and readjust the screen.<br /><br />Take a look at the video (:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dximyYPWOHHG6Uz1dqpqQyQ9tVlxIyxQx36umqRWsuR8-d2voRM2MiTr-uC3X_A6NqXJe4OOFW8O3H3bE-c' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-51445097120896502922009-06-02T20:04:00.000-07:002009-06-12T10:32:40.377-07:00Everything?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So this year has been pretty good. I got through it in one piece. I survived. And what kept me going was EFY this summer. And Miss Taylor Swift and her inspirational song writing skills. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This year could have gone a bunch of different ways but I kept on the strait and narrow with all my might. I remembered who I was. Mostly because my spanish teach is half of a Mormon. I just wish drama could die. But if there was no drama, girls would be <em>boring</em>. And guys don't like boring girls. Really. This year was pretty good. I wanted more excitement but I think I ended up with a perfect amount of fun. Prom, Spring Break, New Friends!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Summer here I come. Camp, EFY, Utah, Idaho, cousins, Grad parties, endless shopping, and endless tanning.</span><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">school has ended</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">it's time to celebrate</span></em><br /><em><div><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">fitting in with the summer fun</span></em></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let the warm sand warm our very hearts</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let the heat of summer carry us</span></em></div><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let it help us progress</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">through the year we gained knowledge</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let us use it</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">we can dream big goals</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">we can dream anything</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let's learn to play the roles</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">roles that define us</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">our souls</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">finding our inner beauty can teach us</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">teach us to live to our fullest</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">let's be fearless</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">©Alyssa Ruiz</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></em>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-31170077379542313482009-03-15T00:45:00.001-07:002009-03-15T00:45:22.843-07:00Youth Conference-Casca "Everytime We Touch"-Lip Sync<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzEwMzA3MTA*OCZwdD*xMjM3MTAzMTE2Njg4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kODhlM2E5MTAyZDc*MmM*OGE2YjdlMDQ3ZWZiOTA3MQ==.gif" /><a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q48/chalee92/me%20and%20friends/?action=view¤t=D-land-----YC09024.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q48/chalee92/me%20and%20friends/D-land-----YC09024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-68858660738022305842009-01-10T18:03:00.000-08:002009-01-10T18:26:46.721-08:00Ball?<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is Wehilani playing with my dog Emma the day after Christmas.</span></p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySyRiGtqsEbiBcWi2fwX7Xep8p-GOsrxm2gPSrMMkgAFRFoSwLOHzjuDVeoYXx-HxkTC7W8hGMYhBLHKTsQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-81332425616103163162008-12-15T22:14:00.000-08:002008-12-15T22:20:02.621-08:00Parental ControlHey all. I had to do a spanish video as part of my semester grade. We based it off the MTV show, Parental Control. It's hilarious! Go check it out :]<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uWy8MRGMfc&eurl=http://bulletins.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=bulletin.read&authorID=198178638&messageID=6253696122&MyTokeniurl=http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0uWy8MRGMfc/hqdefault.jpg&feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uWy8MRGMfc&eurl=http://bulletins.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=bulletin.read&authorID=198178638&messageID=6253696122&MyTokeniurl=http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0uWy8MRGMfc/hqdefault.jpg&feature=player_embedded</a>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-91299947312055226122008-11-04T17:26:00.000-08:002008-11-04T17:37:17.507-08:00Girls Just Wanna Trick or TreatMaybe by the title you can guess I was Cyndi Lauper for Halloween. Well I tried to be her. She usually wore puffy dresses...and I don't own puffy dresses so I went with leggings, a skirt, a big shirt, and crazy hair and make up. I wore my costume to school and a lot of people said I was the best 80's girl they had seen all day. I didn't do anything special, like I didn't trick or treat...I stayed home. But the Drew's showed up! And they hung out with us for like 40 minutes and the Millers from my old ward showed up to trick or treat from us. They took me home with them and we watched Iron Man. Great movie! Iron Man is <em>hot </em>too! Gosh. Anyway Saturday we went to the Prop 8 rally. We waved signs and yelled a lot. Then we went to lunch with the Peel's and stopped by the Drews to see their bathroom. Idk. And we went home and I put on Pearl Harbor and fell asleep for like 5 hours! The thunder woke me up. I did 8 worksheets of hw I missed last week. I was absent cause I was sick, and another day because I went on a field trip.<br /><br /><div><div>Anyway, we got my quarter grades in the mail and I would have had straight <strong>A</strong>'s if I didn't have a<strong> B</strong> in Chemistry. Here's a picture of my costume!</div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980789796370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX3kC-9Tr153XtnkcsZGDyCrJjHppRIe4lr9TNwc5P4LBHlI9KyAdJx6YYSVZe2Nxo1WuqcwGrnbk4unjYJA1XKAtM7owYSy6LN1np56yORvFvxCzNwfDV-JXiEPiGZmi8qXmEcyL94Jw/s320/me80'sDANCING.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264981120626364930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCoCHu5NssKOQk7XYNHd0qqnMjSF18YzRH2KS1Dj2Pfzp8yBOeu3Sgoeu6HLFxfXqNk0F993__BC1WAsqFNF4HVOwsquvclGkxNtQ4qSwDK_7CxXjHkH-GkD8IyfeHaDkv44b7LmGbHOq/s320/me80'sSTANDING.jpg" border="0" />Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-20264154424319657922008-10-01T17:41:00.000-07:002008-10-01T18:34:43.329-07:00Wow...I used to be good at posting regularly...but school really makes your life busy doesn't it? Oh well. School has been great! My birthday came and went pretty fast and it was soo much fun. We had a lot of people, lots of food, and lots of presents! I still have to finsh writing thank you cards. Ehh, bore. I was going to go to homecoming because I am now 16...but I decided not to last week so I went and got my money back. Drag. I couldn't find a dress that fits me, that's modest, and that I absolutely love. So what was the point?<br /><br />There isn't really much to say. I started reading a new series? Yes, let's talk about that. It's called the Georgia Nicholson Series and it's about this teenager who lives in the U.K. and her life. The first one is called <u>Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging</u>. The book is LOL hilarious. Seriously, I don't like reading them in school because I LOL. Haha, and also Kate Brian. She has a good line of books out. Mostly teenager stuff. Read my reviews on Goodreads. The link is to the right!<br /><br />I am back on my Wether's Caramels kick. Seriously, I had two cavities last year because that's seriously all I ate. My friend Ali Miller got her mission call to New Jersey. She's real excited. She leaves in November, a month before her cousins wedding. Grr, the Georgia Nicholson books are so addicting...I am starting to talk like a British person. She adds -osity to almost every adjective. She is hilarious and so dramatic. Her little sister only addresses her by "bad boy" or "ginger". Hah, I laugh a lot. So I have recently become dramatic. Recent as in...two days ago. I also have an addiction to <u>Heroes</u>. I borrowed Season 1 from my best guy friend Andrew and I watched all of it Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. And then I got Season 2 from him yesterday. But I'm grounded from watching it for the rest of the week. So...who knows what my withdrawl from Heroes will do. My witchdrawl is killing me. Ahh well. Oh, I have a psycho iHome speaker system! Seriously, it changes the volume to 39--everytime--on it's own. The alarm goes off at all hours of the night. It turns itself on and off. It's staticky like an AM radio! UGH. Time for a change!Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-8946691135059046412008-08-30T20:58:00.000-07:002008-08-30T21:20:55.800-07:00First Week of School<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last friday--after babysitting four wild children--I came home and Jacob and I played Wii for a bit. Then I realized how hungry I was, so I walked into the kitchen and decided to make cheesey green beans as a side for our dinner. But I didn't know what we were having. So mom woke up from her nap and went to take my dad somewhere. I got out a pound of ground beef and decided we would have tacos. Meanwhile, Jacob was doing to assignment I had given him. Cut the onions for the green beans; real funny. So I come back in and he is sniffling a lot, you know how onions work their magic. Any way, he got soo teary eyed, he left the room and returned with shop goggle glasses things. He placed them on his face and continued cutting the onions. </span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527607157185810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfDlyyBkS3j8LoKFLceHks7fEJtXAKRggKWdMYqziXHyA0GvrEmiN6uMOxMzTbcs5HFYYMataKyrsuaSpush60L31XFYCW-7ez4k5njbY-nFGEdFOaETLhUHIrtLTvc-zNM75dt52MPqu/s320/JACOB+ONIONS.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So Sunday rolls around and my favorite buddy sat down next to me, Serenela. She was wearing pink. So was I. I turned when I saw Maddie enter with Kim. She was also wearing pink. And when the Smiths walked in, Serenela and I noticed she was wearing pink too. So after third hour, I gathered my girls and we all took a picture. Wearing pink.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240528751404296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih41FHjB__PRph3ist7jdnwrVS6Y5eCLp4hnD5aoH01O0mOYgA9uCC0SxixtbYx2PcsIM7oLF_SGvBPSlhHN9M1OlNc51ec2atWse6h34-McU8bfp9_56-pf6b0kil76L3kRZP1g3xCaLn/s320/me+and+my+girls.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The first week of school was good. My schedule was pretty much what I wanted.<br />History<br />Spanish III<br />English<br />Chemistry<br /><em>lunch</em><br />ROP Health<br />Office Aide</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">History--is great ebcause my best friend Alex--who I've known since the seventh grade--is in there with me. We always laugh and talk, and we haven't gotten caught yet. My teacher Ms. Sage is young and very pretty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Spanish--is awesome. McCall Packer and Shelby Broyles (my look alike sister) are in there with me. And McCall is freakin hilarious. Diaz is awesome. He has a good sense of humor and his lessons are always fun.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Engligh--is ehhh. Whatever, we have 'The Classroom of the Future'. With a smart board and a laptop for each student. And Eden Mahina is also in there. And my friend Nicole Baca from spanish is in there also.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chemistry--is okay. Lindsay Huepel and I have fun getting in trouble together. Ha, I was corruped by a <em>Huepel.</em> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lunch--is eaten with Jesse (my husband, who I <em>will </em>marry) and Jessica Tuttle, Josh Bray, Parker Robbins, Bri Papavero, and Sean. Its fun!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Health--is great. We learn a lot and it's a great class for someone who wants a future job in the medical field. I want to be a dental hygenist :]</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Office Aide--if you ever call the front office at Upland High, I answer the phone from 1:40-2:40. And I have my own office and desk. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So over all it's been a great week. Monday, had piano, then babysat for the Tafts. Tuesday, got a new phone: the enV, and had the missionaries for dinner. Wednesday: watched Lord of the Rings with my daddy. Thursday: was just good. And Friday: came home, got on the computer, did my chores and went to the Tuttles to hang with the in-laws. We watched The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning. So cute, new characters, good Disney plot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today we cleaned <em>a lot.</em> Fun right? All right, back to Fanfiction...</span></p>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-87701316967714511182008-08-16T18:04:00.000-07:002008-08-16T18:24:19.474-07:00Twilight/Harry Potter news!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince has offically been moved to release on <strong>July 17th 2009. </strong>Twilight is taking its original release date--<strong>November 21st 2008. </strong>It i9s by far, the most ridiculouse stunt Warner Bro's. has ever pulled, all because they want the release to be a "camp out". I cried when I found out. I read it online at </span><a href="http://twilightsource.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://twilightsource.com</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> and followed another link to </span><a href="http://http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/full_story/1810"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/full_story/1810</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> and read the full article there. I freaked and text everybody that I know loves Harry Potter. This blow to my Harry Potter crazed mind, shattered my entire world. Now Twilight is taking HBP's place and it will probably dominate the box office. This makes my heart ache and go out to J.K. Rowling.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I also listened to a Twilight podcast called "Imprint" </span><a href="http://http://twilightsource.com/imprint.php"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://http://twilightsource.com/imprint.php</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">, and they discussed the news headlines "Could Meyer be the new J.K. Rowling?". Personally, I think it's ridiculous because their styles of writing are in completely different alternate univereses. JKR writes about Wizards; Meyer writes about Vampires. JKR writes angst/drama/adventure; Meyer writes romance/drama. You can't even begin to compare the techniques of writing. With Meyer you can expect the unexpected. With JKR you know what to expect and it happens--for example: Mad-Eye's death, Dumbledore's death, Harry being the 7th Horcrux. Meyer details Bella's every motive, every move, every thought. JKR also does the same with Harry but they have totally different personalities and live in different times, and different worlds. So the only thing you can compare the other to is the craze that their books cause in the hearts of teenage girls. It took Meyer four years to complete her saga and for her series to grow so large. It took JKR the longest time for Philosophers Stone to even get published. And it took her ten years to complete her saga. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">So all in all, I love both authors. They are very detailed, have great techniques at taking us by suprise, and really know how to capture our hearts and minds with the plot and sub-plots of each tale. So I end here, <em>very pissed off</em> at Warner Bro's. for taking away HP and the HBP. I'm gonna go soak my sorrows in season three of Friends and some carrots =/</span>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-67795450595091071412008-08-07T22:01:00.001-07:002008-08-07T23:15:35.495-07:00In-Laws<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Mmkay. Ugh, I just have some things to write about. So here we go;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Yesterday I went to the movies with Krii and Jessica Tuttle (my mother and sister in law), and my own mother. We saw The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. It was really good; a combo of books 2, 3, and 4; I cried! Anyhoo, I had a great time with the, we had Cold Stone afterwards an we spent an hour and a half together once the movie ended, just a mother/daughter day. Mutual was good, we made a <em>Get Well Soon</em> card and Rice Krispie treats for a less active Beehive. We got all lost trying to find the right apartment. I think Sister Ishii should be fired as the offical direction giver. Ha, just kidding. Anyway, we went back to the church and got into our own cars and went home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Today was pretty normal. Went shopping, got lunch. Daddy came down to work from scout camp and we got him lunch too. I wrote a letter to my husband Jesse Tuttle for my dad to give to him. Ha, Serenela and Sierra Dawn thought we are really married! Funny! Oooh, now I'm craving Diet Cherry Coke! Okay, I got it! So, we just hung around here. I myspaced, I fanficed up my blog, and I made a </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/1404209"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Goodreads</span></strong></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> </strong>account. So I did it all last night. Well, then my moms cousin came over--with her 5 1/2 month old for me to watch--so they could scrapbook. Remember, I told Natalie Smith I have a strict "I-don't-babysit-babies-under-8-months". So...I was a little scared. I didn't like it! He fussed. But, I think it'd be different with kids from the ward, because I see them much more than I do my own cousins. So, whatev. I'm good and done now. I watched my first ever <u>Grey's Anatomy</u> episode in three years. It was a good episode too! Now I just need to buy the first three seasons on DVD. Probably Ebay...</span></span>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-11383507086979652612008-08-04T20:03:00.000-07:002008-08-05T17:42:25.310-07:00Camp Hinckley "Route 66" 2008<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, Jacob and Daddy left this morning for scout camp or whatever it's called. So now I have time to post about Girls Camp. But first...I finished Breaking Dawn at 5:07. It was great. The plot is great, Bella is great, Edward is great. Everything about it is great!</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Monday:</strong> Kay, camp. Right. So I got to my YW President's house at about 10:30 last monday morning. We left an hour later as soon as the other camp goers arrived. The YW president's daughter is my age as were the other girls. We were all first year counselors. So we reached Running Springs at 1 pm and we met other friends and had pizza for lunch. We arrived at Camp Hinckley at 2 pm. My co-counselors and I had the brand new cabin since it was closest to the lodge because one of my co-counselors is in a wheelchair. So since our cabin was Missouri we decorated it like the Garden of Eden, because it's been said that's where it it. The cabin looked great, there will be pictures. At night, me and two friends (also counselors in my cain) Erika and Bonnie, did Aerobics. Haha, we made up our own routine.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Tuesday</strong> morning we woke up and got ready for our day. We had a meeting at 10:30. Staff meeting and what-not (is what not two words?). Well, as me and my friend Erika were leaving the lodge, Sister Dawna Marks, the Stake YW President got the call. We had five minutes until the bus arrived with the campers. So me and Erika raced to our large, beautiful, and new cabin and hurriedly got ready. I straightened my hair in record time, let me tell ya. So then we raced to the lodge as campers got off the bus and we found our ward. Ontario splits cabin's by Ward. So we did Camp deidcation and went to our cabins to settle in. We went to lunch and then went to take our camp picture which came out really great! So after that we had a guest speaker. Sister Dobler. Bishop Dobler from the Mountain View ward. She spoke about getting across the waters while keeping safe from crocidiles. Afterwards, we all met outside of the lodge to learn some form of line dancing which the girls loved and did all week. Ha, so we had dinner, campfire, and headed to our cabins.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Wednesday</strong> was about the same until after lunch, which was certification. I mean certiFUNcation. After that Sister Allen and I sat and wrote letter's to our girls. Then we had lunch, grabbed our notes from the cabin and returned for the next guest speaker. Her name was Sister Christiansen and she spoke about going to our Heavenly Father for help; for even small problems. After that, we had free time, and a camo choir anyone could join; about 20 of us. So we sang "I Walk By Faith" and "Walk Tall, You're a Daughter of God". Then Bonnie and I headed for the craft cabin, and stayed there the whole time. I made bracelts, and a shrinky-dink charm bracelet. The night before I had received three letters; Grandma, Daddy, and the hubby Jesse Tuttle. So I made a bracelet with Jesse's name. Ha! So then we had mail, dinner, and KP. Yuck, we had to clean up dinner! So during KP, campers went to their cabins and Counselors stayed to practice for our skit that night. It was a hilarious skit that involved ring insurance, a drive-thru wedding reception, and a large Mormon/Tongan family. So we practiced, went to our cabins, and left for the ampitheatre. Each level of authority had their own skit; Staff, C.A.'s, Jr. Staff, Counselor's and SIS's (fourth years). Then it was bedtime! </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Thursday</strong> was the same up until the guest speaker. Her name was Sister Anderson and she had Word Bingo for us. SHe spoke about "Happily Ever After's", "Pea's, Potholes, and Pebbles" and something else. Oh, good traveling companions. So then we had free time. Which I spent in the craft cabin again. So after that we had a Pinewood Derby, and only one of my campers worked on the car. So I didnt make her wash dishes the night before when we had KP. Missouri lost the derby, and it was sad. So after that was flag and mail then dinner. Campfire was Cabin skits and they were all funny! During that though, my friend Sara--who is in the wheelchair--was taken away for reasons unknown at the time. After skits, Connie Hendrickson from the Stake Relief Society presidency spoke to us about basically everything. Afterwards, we were led down to the empty basketball court. We started singing Hymns and each year was called; first years, seond years and so on. It finally reached counselors and we were the last ones. During the singing, we could hear loud yells, shouting, and laughing. We were led to the beginning of a trail that went right past our cabin, and I knew the path led to the ampitheatre. We were told to get into three lines; I was in front. Blindfolds were tied over our eyes and we had to hold onto the shoulders of the girl in front of us. I was freaking out! I though we were going to walk blindly by the Spirit in the dark. So finally we were led by my hand, like three steps. THen we stopped and I was seperated from the group. I was led to a pole, andmy hand was placed on a rope. My leader nudged me along, and said to remember what my leaders and parents have taught me. I walked. It was the Iron Rod. When I realized it, I was overwhelmed and I wanted to cry, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Oh gosh, I'm getting emotional as I write this. Hmm, along the way, there were many people discouraging me, and many encouraging me. Some quoted general authorities and others tempted us. I made it to where I had previously heard the laughing and screaming. Someone took off my blindfold and I saw the "great and spacious building" and many people were standing in the path, tempting me with pornography, brownies, and the party. All I had to do was let go of the Rod. I laughed at the tempters. My friend Sara in the wheelchair was tempting us with the brownies. But it was afterward that I found out the brownies had two tablespoons of salt in them. Yuck!<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The experience was amazing. The Spirit was so strong it hurt. I felt like I couldnt breathe through the whole thing. And when I reached the ampitheatre, there stood the Tree of Life. White lights wove around the branches and down and around it, making it bright as can be. It lit up the entire camp. It did. I felt my breath hitch and realized how lucky we all are in the gospel. Nephi and Lehi were so faithful that they did whatever they could to sway Laman and Lemuel in the right direction. It hurt poor Lehi to watch his sons' turn from the Lord like that.So I walked down the steps to the ampitheatre and there were all the girls who had gone ahead of me. They sat singing Hymns, like the faithful Daughters of God that they are. The Spirit was so strong, half of us were crying softly, and some were sobbing their eyes dry. I looked for my two "Miller sisters"--Caitling and Courtney Miller--and found them bawling their little hearts out. As the hymn changed to "Families Can Be Together Forever" I started to cry myself. It went on for maybe twenty more minutes. President Chase came out and spoke to us about Lehi's dream and the Rod. How it leads us to our Father in Heaven.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Friday </strong>was the almsot the same. Flag, breakfast, scripture study, meetings. Then our guest speakers were Brother and Sister Trask who returned home from a three year mission in the Phillipines. They spoke about feeling the Spirit and "Perfect Planning Prevents Poor Performance". Brother Trask spoke about the Prohet, reminded us who we are, righteous obedience, and standing tall. He played a clip of a talk of Gordon B. Hinckley's. He had talked about the saints who were on their way to Utah, and had to bear the unbearable winter weather. President Young sent men to search for the saints and bring them home. The saints were rescued and they headed back to Utah, many still dying. When they reached the icy river, they felt all hope was lost. They would never make it. But three very brave 18 year-old boys didn't lose their faith or hope. THey entered the icy water and carried the Saitnts across. They carried all of the handcart company across. I couldn't help but cry, the Spirit was with us as we listened to President Hinckleys voice, repeating the story. Lunch was next, and then certiFUNcation. I was a bad counselor during certification because I ditched my co-counselors and campers and hung out with Jr. Staff during certification. Ha, but I wrote them all letters! Then we started free time early because certification ended early. I bought lots of snacks from the camp store, and me and my closest friends ate in my cabin and we all did our hair for SIS names/graduation. I curled my hair in record time (picture below on stairs that lead to nowhere). Then we went to SIS names, and sang and cheered for all the "new counselors". Dinner was after with our Bishops. That night was the loudest with <em>all</em> the singing! Then Bishop devotionals/chats and a bathroom break. Testimony meeting was after and it was very good. And in all the history of my years at Girls Camp, never has Tesimony meeting ended THIRTY minutes early. It was a little disappointing, but when you're ready to bear it will be in your own time. Then we had devotionals and lights out (for those who <em>acutally</em> followed the rules!). Our C.A.'s were carzy and turned out the lights at 12:30. So me and the two remaining counselors, and two remaining campers, hung out in our large, spacious bathroom. I stayed up till 3:30, the campers till 4:30, and the counselors till 5:30. We all tattooed our feet pretty badly.<br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Time for pictures!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cabin 101</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6mHeHsMqc6_KpSDbysStNbyBunzANQ6NKNhyN8ZC4BdHCxUZr1ODzbgM4LY6ME33EAlt0BVurHQvfxdIfpCho9P8MNfkGYWzDedlwCUB5hIIsLP80ifXPIhO23mx-rVzXG6vlrXBZugf/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867176810788050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6mHeHsMqc6_KpSDbysStNbyBunzANQ6NKNhyN8ZC4BdHCxUZr1ODzbgM4LY6ME33EAlt0BVurHQvfxdIfpCho9P8MNfkGYWzDedlwCUB5hIIsLP80ifXPIhO23mx-rVzXG6vlrXBZugf/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cabin 102</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6UZygZ6P8VooKVi0kW5B-SxvUs3T_tfEWwD4Zeqjh24bPMmb25e8mllavxFdPVPish0xDJznYE6neg8rREOM0IHNciZR6gBa11Wz_BcLlCaBHRTlRRuLL08CcYeR1Z5xtGuXbbfeShf1/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867185653578082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6UZygZ6P8VooKVi0kW5B-SxvUs3T_tfEWwD4Zeqjh24bPMmb25e8mllavxFdPVPish0xDJznYE6neg8rREOM0IHNciZR6gBa11Wz_BcLlCaBHRTlRRuLL08CcYeR1Z5xtGuXbbfeShf1/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cabin 103</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdP7ZOgxWkj6_4Igeky3nzHTO5NJMMGg_vLMATEGY3MADF0Qo60pNvhnKJ5urv4O1_6aslUMa7eyXEjyUgNvnxSboHTYALMfJcQ9WnhwfIFsaEZn4H1Q2ZC6hGb9SuzYu-39aCi9FvYgp/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867187421862370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdP7ZOgxWkj6_4Igeky3nzHTO5NJMMGg_vLMATEGY3MADF0Qo60pNvhnKJ5urv4O1_6aslUMa7eyXEjyUgNvnxSboHTYALMfJcQ9WnhwfIFsaEZn4H1Q2ZC6hGb9SuzYu-39aCi9FvYgp/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cabin 104</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsv-RMut7UBmqCejE50qMguKT95fGbKCEAz3-t1vLaQUqZX9vFyT-CH6NShMOwpvTqLCw2hzab_2GpcVRLKATUwgZW5amwMr3qAEdvk4XPCpRU0xumKyd6XeKeN2i9mOhyphenhyphenOKTAuYVZ5wi/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867207740885986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsv-RMut7UBmqCejE50qMguKT95fGbKCEAz3-t1vLaQUqZX9vFyT-CH6NShMOwpvTqLCw2hzab_2GpcVRLKATUwgZW5amwMr3qAEdvk4XPCpRU0xumKyd6XeKeN2i9mOhyphenhyphenOKTAuYVZ5wi/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me, Amanda Kelly, and my sister Courtney Miller.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADey9yPY04p9nj77tEsPLOZzixjabsPUT51_AL3FUpMopHLcaw8geix42NfX6E9TEBa2GMBufVUEFCSIAWnkA7vBqbv3BwbRtYbt9FT_Vk2W8nYwDlxtt79tZF5eO2qjEzRG2_cjjphLK/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230871343836594482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADey9yPY04p9nj77tEsPLOZzixjabsPUT51_AL3FUpMopHLcaw8geix42NfX6E9TEBa2GMBufVUEFCSIAWnkA7vBqbv3BwbRtYbt9FT_Vk2W8nYwDlxtt79tZF5eO2qjEzRG2_cjjphLK/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tree of Life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjCEozSQ69NYR2vLmHxraYDqf1nKcdliTM1waAL7_UNwMOLVC4EWBQpzIcK_fN607KkxMHaRW9lRF0ZIxARi4C0h62-NlYku57VLTT1ydcatNVNDuQnlCvi6Ufom_H165odzHwV4O1OmF/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230871348747748962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjCEozSQ69NYR2vLmHxraYDqf1nKcdliTM1waAL7_UNwMOLVC4EWBQpzIcK_fN607KkxMHaRW9lRF0ZIxARi4C0h62-NlYku57VLTT1ydcatNVNDuQnlCvi6Ufom_H165odzHwV4O1OmF/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seriously, the stairs go nowhere!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOuPaVHc9JA02aLeuwSqwI6B71GRBOVwiqpzRFw80jdGXrCookv_0_CvtbmHwoH-CoCmaBW5Rj-xXPSqqc9MyehwUyLDi1PwgAvdee6HDlwrN4Tgf9Cqo_IgKHOrL50yhGhSVi0QcMRAt/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230871349754722610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOuPaVHc9JA02aLeuwSqwI6B71GRBOVwiqpzRFw80jdGXrCookv_0_CvtbmHwoH-CoCmaBW5Rj-xXPSqqc9MyehwUyLDi1PwgAvdee6HDlwrN4Tgf9Cqo_IgKHOrL50yhGhSVi0QcMRAt/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me and Erika!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuryE-H84_L-vBeTq-t8JhndprM3za8TRf_A6r7BcFTMO7IfJ3_N243uiSq8ocU6lDnRtL1dJ74XbXGezEtieyUYuzu2rdT1mPLrBy0Z2XLK0NOPbv4GhpFD9XdyYwwIcjZCAexQjN5fIz/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230871356410459522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuryE-H84_L-vBeTq-t8JhndprM3za8TRf_A6r7BcFTMO7IfJ3_N243uiSq8ocU6lDnRtL1dJ74XbXGezEtieyUYuzu2rdT1mPLrBy0Z2XLK0NOPbv4GhpFD9XdyYwwIcjZCAexQjN5fIz/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6mHeHsMqc6_KpSDbysStNbyBunzANQ6NKNhyN8ZC4BdHCxUZr1ODzbgM4LY6ME33EAlt0BVurHQvfxdIfpCho9P8MNfkGYWzDedlwCUB5hIIsLP80ifXPIhO23mx-rVzXG6vlrXBZugf/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"></a></span></div>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-78368703815194063692008-08-03T17:02:00.000-07:002008-08-05T17:41:48.906-07:00I was tagged<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well thanks to Rachael Saline, I am going to do my picture tagging first, before I tell all you guys about camp. So here we go: </span><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Picture Tag! Yeah! Alright, the rules are that you have to take ten pictures of the following things, just as I have! No straightening, no cleaning, and no making your kids/campers look cute! Then tag at least five others. I had gotten on a bit ago and saw that Rachael Saline tagged me. Grr, pictures. But it really doesn't take all that long.<br />Have fun!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I tag: Kamile Ronk, Natalie Smith, Amanda Horvath, Nicole Shelby, and Eric and/or Kira Durham.</span><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>1. The Fridge:</strong> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Does it have to be inside or out?</span></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230453230678088434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnE03Rceurntt7CPoUqoUe3LF7MIBmGVtzobL4L6jZY6RshbXzqO8pMHJy5KR4ACpRpjITe7ct-aSUa6YctlXOiAD4YO0YK-Pw3vqsbGT3WFdueKNN7WhUjFDIPqVXP8EOZGhkfejPao60/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="center"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>2. The Closet: </strong><br /></span><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's really messy ;]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230453949881829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCwThDzmBf1BXyiTN2-gABM6vwOFtYsbTHhmQAucOiPyE38S18NPk3PaQSQkOKV9ajrNbb5-6_mKQ6-EL22XgdjM6CYUzlZWL8_E1wrUTi-mIfz2gK78VacqIO1UfbdmlLOIZGxS15uQCb/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /> </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>3. Self Portrait:</strong><br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's also a picture from camp! Don't worry, the floor <em>was</em> clean. It had been swept and mopped earlier. I think. But we had to hang out in our spacious bathroom because our C.A.'s wanted to sleep and they could barely hear us in the bathroom. We had soo much fun in there!<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230454825796806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_iefKp0j-7lPMjYkU663MYjPuc6_3W4vaqiqXEZZJR6UdXuwoufulPwF-jp12GtAt-v5r3kAYM8kA8KuMsB0EVxX7sJ1M8iR7rpblS_J3ygm91GeiRfehNUIhsXtJG-qT79JeI2ncMFL/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /><br /><strong>4. My Favorite Room:</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mainly because it has my piano in it.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230455337957917602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfh1YANwt3VcmDCUEg48wdUtoZaSzATbeoXiuoaC2UbKkFgWq8P3-xfkvngXe3tyF8d2CJpz3XCvIErv5EK1IcWnhEFqsEk8zWAXp4BHResgnig51J6UuPCwSufxQcSh8yRKmjoZQqBdx/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. The Sink:</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aww, daddy had just finished washing dishes.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230456742251336194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanA9sqv8UiESBWsb1mMRGhPZbRZnNQyRUdGt2waz23v4ajTHaRf8wSU0CHWxhX7whf9IShrlVvVT2T0fZb9GQk37pbYHawrYu9VQsUQWJjdgBQeu_JDOiIgpozyB5JGbfvLVlXBS0yRnM/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>6. Laundry Room</strong><br /></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457478441324242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBZs0rmeOLmbtavlw2EazlnrlmA1Gus3HF6w1Ecr_Yxf0OEQmCOV6lHrN-3HiJZxxwPeuiAB2_MYJW7Mi_rRLudYN1ttxmWeXR5zFbzIqm5T49h16NuLSnWzbrdXuvnFcQ44BVE1WbnJg/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7. The Toilet</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Daddy really needs to put up the toilet paper hanger thingy.</span></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457887107274306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSexb8B_8h3SNCFw5_HgZbP7cEVzGhZXC9qmF4iejrXbM05qQ1xzq84G_ZY6JQktHYj9GvtydVeZ__oXzkRcQ0cEtL5C8wMuuofnOQSxcMwzDc4Cs1CkMmoA8diEdGD7_bDrkygFFACD5s/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">8. The Kids</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These are two of my "children" a.ka. campers.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230458382857129746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEl3LbO_Sl3qs0jKnycOzFDMuTR28kyQh6zyA7fOhGIsf2itUk9THpDAxrmysTCejsBs1JY5WM02NnAnjdXPj1jX0Gwj5Vxk0QIe-ZoNQYLHhr1NWAk2F60g1ERIg69XqDh-DEWWZKhvRd/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9. Dream Vacation:</span></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want to take a trip through all the Church history sites and see the Nauvoo Temple.</span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230459777840901154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrpRb1BqnMU7eZyqheClUYnKMarXjc2IwG6bjEzIfdSYaVOBn7hvQFijql9-Ex-k6CzAnSO7wsvJqCQEng_qPi7Jv7w4RJGJhbTGcYNw9xPNx9_slGv-KQZfH7q7KxwZ7rdoVtRQhogHR/s320/nauvoo+temple.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10. My Favorite Shoes:</span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I like to wear something black for church so I can wear these shoes!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230460346081736402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtp69y5JYz5_XpPyn-ZtmIPTDDI_QmytGaG2bNobZA1kMl46RFxoZfTgG5QZ5lfykChmpMjB2pHnmmWpdXFNSXKKMpE55OhxS3LIKljInNEuNJcEotYWvlNmW2ipzxJnEwduBi9nd-qcN/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So very soon I will post about camp. My fingers hurt, I'm exhausted and I have a Girls Camp Fireside to go to at 7 pm. Oh, as of 6:10 pm on Sunday, I am halfway through <strong><em><u>Breaking Dawn</u></em></strong>, the fourth and final installment of the <strong><em><u>Twilight</u></em></strong> series.</span></p>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-5160303790620803792008-07-25T07:24:00.001-07:002008-07-25T07:26:24.966-07:00Hmm<span style="font-size:85%;">So I know I've been posting like crazy, but I want you all t write me letter's at camp.<br /><br />Alyssa Ruiz<br />'Nala'<br />Camp Hinckley<br />P.O. Box 751<br />Running Springs, CA<br />92382<br /><br /><br />I'll promise to sing my letter song especially for you if you send me one :]</span>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-70798897310800938802008-07-24T17:12:00.001-07:002008-07-24T20:15:08.731-07:00Gina's Birthday<span style="font-size:85%;">So July 23rd was my mom's birthday. Jacob, his friend, and I stayed up till 5:30 am decorating the kitchen, cleaning the kitchen, and making her birhthday cards. I used forty-two elbow macaroni's to word out "42". Very creative right? I had told her I would make a macaroni something for her, and I did! So anyway, daddy woke me up the next morning to help him finish making breakfast. We ate yummy wheat pancakes, bacon, and eggs. So then we cleaned and daddy left for work for a couple of hours and we all got dressed and ready. My mom and I left for Michael's and Party America so I could shop for camp stuff (I leave for Ontario's Girls Camp on Monday the 28th. Write me a letter please!). I bought a bunch of candy necklaces and glow sticks. Anyway, we stopped by Dollar Tree and got a birthday balloon for my great grandpa who shares the same birthday as mom. He passed away November 14th 2005 and we visit his headstone (grave sounds soo scary!) and talk to him. This time we all went and we took a picnic. You always hear about ants ruinging picnics and Ive never experienced that until yesterday because when mom was cleaning Tata's (that's what us grandkids called him) stone, she "disturbed" the ant hill. Smoooooth move mom. Anyway, we finished up and came home; since I had stayed up soooooo late, I knocked right out on my bed and I woke up when Lori Lopez and kids came over.<br />They baked (yummy) chocolate cupcakes for her and visited and soon Sister Ishii came over. Very nice mormon women, hah? So I woke up and came out to see everyone. Serenela helped wash and peel apples so I could start the apple pie filling I made for mom's birthday. I make a good apple pie. Ha, and Dayna Pew say's Im modest. Silly, silly Dayna. Well, then Jaocb and daddy got dinner ready and we had yummmy steak and potatoes (daddy), and theee best corn ever (Jacob; its at Stater Bro's and we seriously get all excited whenever we have it). So we let mom sit and talk to Brother Lopez on the phone while we all cleaned. A bit later mom took us to the Hudrliks for a movie night and Manny's birthday. We watched Ice Age 2: The Meltdown on their brick wall with a projector and it was super fun! Lisa Kaplan, Jessica Herrick, and I had soo much fun using all the "mean" comments the animals made on each other. So, thats basically it.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today was nothing special. I had a Dr. appointment to finish my allergy testing. I needed 15--that's right 15--injections on my left arm. They used a histimine first to see if I would react and I did, so they rolled up my sleeve and continued. Good grief it hurt sooo much! I could actually feel the substance entering my system and it wasn't pretty! So my mom took a picture and sent it to my dad but he didn't really care at the moment. So right now as Im finishing making dinner, Im posting this and putting a picture of my shots :]<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBH7RkTVNLG0Lf6B38qvfGbqnXFLtTSmGO4qocAoLf3H4Ws6zUBHEENE0OnC1v6Rg_mlWWILXqQeWNvO5MVvq5daU0aW3Zlou8dD75CuWzlFT9-wj-AJ_t7T6NVQxALjM3eUsRiIGfFeE/s1600-h/shots.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226744043196002290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBH7RkTVNLG0Lf6B38qvfGbqnXFLtTSmGO4qocAoLf3H4Ws6zUBHEENE0OnC1v6Rg_mlWWILXqQeWNvO5MVvq5daU0aW3Zlou8dD75CuWzlFT9-wj-AJ_t7T6NVQxALjM3eUsRiIGfFeE/s320/shots.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-53257859085816620612008-07-22T16:28:00.000-07:002008-07-22T16:52:55.618-07:00Just Little Things<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, Sunday I felt so sick, I skipped church and slept. When my parents arrived home, my loud boisterous four year old cousin yelled, "Where's Alyssa?" and woke me up. I lay still hoping she would not come in and drag me out of bed. But when Jacob asked if anyone wanted a BLT--his current favorite because we love the pre-cooked microwavable bacon--I jumped right up and entered the kitchen, asking for a BLT. Of course he "didnt hear" me, and did not make mine. We finished eating, and popped in some home videos. About half a year ago, my mom and I started to write down what is on each tape and label--by letter's--each one. We watched about four and a half tapes since Sunday and we are currently on Tape M. We are pro at watching videos. One tape was when my mom was prego with Jacob and we were at Bass Lake; me at age two and a half. It was pretty hilarious because the entire time I am saying to the camera "hi doddy". Hey, I was two. Im sure some of your two year olds talk funny. Anyway, I eventually got around to saying <em>Hi</em> to other people on camera. For example, Pocahontas. Remember, I was two! So we did that till dinner time and after that we changed our clothes and headeed over to the Herzog's for a farewell party in honor of the leaving Ronk's.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So we arrived and the first thing we see is Wehilani in her little pushing cart thing that someone <em>has </em>to push (it was fun though). When you stop pushing her, she points in what direction she wants to go in. So I hung out with Preston, Derek, and Jacob on Jen's fabo tramp. I had dirty feet after that. So, then I hung out with Chloe on the hammock playing American Girl dolls. She's an adorable little girl who loves to take the lead. Soon, I had Nora Roberts all over me staring intently at the chihauhas next door (really annoying snippy dogs, yuck!). She was amazed at them and kept calling Nelly over, saying "Elly!". It was cute. The night died down and I got back on the tramp, discussing <u>The Dark Knight</u> with Mike Grimaldo. Tommy Francis got on with the <em>one kid</em> who does not like me. I will crack her I swear I will. It is currently my life mission ;] Anyway, I ended up asking Kamile a bunch of questions about the houses she found for us in Oregon. We all talked (about the guys' obsession with guns ha!), laughed, and basically had a good time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now, let us talk about Oregon. I hear its pretty, and its slower paced than sunny ole' California. Today the weather in Oregon City (where we are looking for houses at) is a nice ole' 70 degrees. Perfect! Well, the idea of moving scares the crap out of me, and also excites me. Leaving California would be <em>very </em>difficult because so many of my friends are here and so is my family. I think what I am mostly worried about it losing <em>all of my kids.</em> I <strong>live<em> </em></strong>to babysit, I really do! I would hate to leave all my parents hanging! I'll miss taking the toddlers to nursery and watch them ditch primary (Jake =/). It would mostly be the hardest thing to do because of school. I will be in the eleventh grade (a Junior) this year, and since my mom would not want to move in the middle of the school year, it would most likely be the summer before my <strong><em>senior </em></strong>year. Crazy right???</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday morning Jacob, my dad, and I went to see <u>The Dark Knight</u> at the theatre. The 11:50 showing was sold out so we hung around in the theatre waiting for the next showing. It was--so far--the best movie I have seen all year, although I really loved <u>27 Dresses</u>. The action was better and more intense and the plot never faltered. We all learned in school that the outline of a story is like a Witch's hat, the exposition and climax and falling action I mean. But there was like ten climaxes! So the Witch's hat was zig zaggy the whole way through. There were parts when you thought it would end, but it kept on going! So I recommend seeing it. I give it an <strong>A++++. </strong>Jacob said <strong>A-</strong>, but he's a weirdo.</span>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-69027387073059573162008-07-08T16:05:00.001-07:002008-07-22T16:53:12.074-07:00Utah Trip<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So my original plan was to use the journal entries from my trip, but since I forgot my journal that wont happen soon. Well not until they mail my journal back. Which will probably happen today. So when I get my journal back I will post all the details of my trip. It was very fun, I'll say that. And since you ALL know how I am with kids, you can probably imagine how much fun I had. Oh, and I as I was calling my cousin to check on my journal I stood on our computer desk. And as I stepped down onto the chair I slipped on the seat cushion and went crashing to the floor, knocking over a bar stool. Im very sore now! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I'll just have to write about the Dodger game last night. They played the Atlanta Braves at 7 pm and we arrived ten minutes before. We went to Vons before we left and me, my mom, and my friend/sister Shelby each got our own tray of sushi/california rolls to eat. As we reached the checkout lanes we were shocked. The lines were suuuuuuper long, even the express lane! So we finally left and reached the game in time. Hiroki Kuruda (not sure if it's spelled right) had a PERFECT GAME until the 6th inning when the Braves got a double. Homeruns: Nomar Garciaparra brought in two runs and I was very proud. Blake DeWitt (my favorite) did good also. And to let everyone know, DeWitt's buttocks are <em>mine</em>. Thanks :]</span>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-83300875086586235902008-06-26T20:40:00.000-07:002008-07-22T16:53:48.515-07:00Swimming with the Salines<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wednesday found me at the Salines. I arrived just as Rachael, Jake, Lily and baby Cody got out of the pool. I was sad. So we hung out and ate lunch-yummy P.B.&J's-and Rachael started to pack some things. It was very sad for me to watch her pack because it made their move some much harder for me to accept. I love their family so much I tried so hard to not cry while I was there. I'm going to miss taking Lily to nursery and asking Jake what he's up to when he's ditching Primary. And stealing baby Cody from Nephi after taking Lily to nursery. And playing with Jake and Lily in the primary room after church. Overall, its very hard for me. First I lost Kelly-sigh-and now Rachael who has been such a great friend to me over the last couple months. I cant believe they will be gone come saturday. Yesterday was the last time I'll see them until they come back-in a couple weeks-to give their last talks in our ward. Jake and Lily's wet bodies soaked the couch and my clothes were wet but it was fun. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Picture: Me and Lily on the couch watching Thomas and Friends movies.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdJ3NBHtUqFvYW8EfbdydzWvZDEo8bgwi7GA937NNqya_Qk4lZD9Sn8usB_0Ynr6ebSmFhK-hhh97IXbv1eQoHxhLXK848uXL9PpioHEJ002TLglvbQFtETPj-EUMC0s0Ql-sc83B3Nn8/s1600-h/melily.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216402911320903090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdJ3NBHtUqFvYW8EfbdydzWvZDEo8bgwi7GA937NNqya_Qk4lZD9Sn8usB_0Ynr6ebSmFhK-hhh97IXbv1eQoHxhLXK848uXL9PpioHEJ002TLglvbQFtETPj-EUMC0s0Ql-sc83B3Nn8/s320/melily.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-48571262359201194802008-06-24T22:54:00.001-07:002008-07-22T16:54:09.595-07:00Michael Jackson: All Star Style<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So last night Jacob and I each had a friend over. His friend is my best friends younger brother. They brough their PS2 and Guitar Hero games. We played for a while then watched dumb movies by people we know on You Tube. We were suddenly inspired to make our own. In all, we made about a bazillion movies but I only have one posted. The doll being used is the one Upland 2nd Ward won in our Ward Challenge and I kept it, being YW President's daughter and all. The video is Scott Dutra chasing Jacob with the blow up Oscard award. Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P.S. Jacob and Scott are both All Stars for the UALL 12 year-old All Star Team, hence the title. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P.P.S Jacob screams like a girl!</span><br /></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxeAZDJRjqkQPvf42GZ8DiD9mHXDMGmiS5jllKwLE-2A6Dj8tGrt5K33L9ZJQlMJ4iR7oKuoJisUldeDK9fqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-59966948644847530462008-06-21T23:56:00.000-07:002008-07-22T16:54:21.140-07:00Girls Camp<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have recently returned from Girls Camp for the Upland Stake and am exhausted! The theme for 2008 was <strong>"Lights, Camera, Action!"</strong>. We arrived Monday morning and returned Friday afternoon. Sister Joy Toth (Purple Heart) made many changes and broke traditions but it went very well. Over all, it was okay. I gave camp a B- because drama ruined it, and hives made it itchy. I could seriously turn my name in for "<em>Most Hives In Ten Days</em>". President Hulet came up with his wife to talk to the Young Women about the <u>For the Strength of Youth</u> standards. Bishop and Sister Ishii, and Brother and Sister Robert's and their children arrived on Thursday night for Testimony Meeting. It was very spiritual and overwhelming. They gave us very thoughtful gifts and a wonderful talk. On the last day, Upland II Ward was presented with a blow up Oscar Award for winning the Ward Certification Challenge for the first time in 12 years!Also, the Camp picture does not include me and my mom.Sorry!Oh! The letters I sang for: Rachael Saline's, Jacob's, my daddy's, Sister Patrick's, Sister Thomas's and, Jesse Tuttle's.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pictures: </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Me, Lisa Kaplan, Anise Cobb, and Emily Herrick at the camp fire before Pres. Hulet's talk. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. The counselors and Y.C.L's trashing the K.I.T. cabin. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. Me, Kelsey Flanagan (Razmatazz), Bri Papavero, and Jessica Platts (Bumble-Bee) singing to our cabin leaders. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. Anise and Avery Cobb, Jessica Herrick and I waiting for the bathroom. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. Renee and Heather Herrick, Anise Cobb and I with the plaque we've never had in 12 years! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8BvvABjzyfMoEPmByrzFkDunYpmWiHhi-nG7ulO5EXqd8zvDNNwGe6P20Djg5VFqUDtzNctWYKwqsK-AoThS6uKDnwP0QGwrVqEERdC6b70YY0sFLZmbckeA458vsfT6ucJR8b0QSp18/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249197828219282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8BvvABjzyfMoEPmByrzFkDunYpmWiHhi-nG7ulO5EXqd8zvDNNwGe6P20Djg5VFqUDtzNctWYKwqsK-AoThS6uKDnwP0QGwrVqEERdC6b70YY0sFLZmbckeA458vsfT6ucJR8b0QSp18/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlO6XzukVWLoZBrTpqd3x0Gly-DXQj7fVaHUXM-BJUBQuSNJJKN6MmQrvioXlVS2CRXOR7OKdvOBwuz3IWGGZVo6EO2RSVwKFwfFZytc9agwiNRKy4VQQt3cLJWGFkOt3w_z3XqaqOlnPA/s1600-h/war+paint.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249199338406914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlO6XzukVWLoZBrTpqd3x0Gly-DXQj7fVaHUXM-BJUBQuSNJJKN6MmQrvioXlVS2CRXOR7OKdvOBwuz3IWGGZVo6EO2RSVwKFwfFZytc9agwiNRKy4VQQt3cLJWGFkOt3w_z3XqaqOlnPA/s320/war+paint.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD45HUFg-brmDNsk4djjDNBNHw1lGREFF02UDo3ffBiWUk1Bk5bpeX2XU-ZtsPMna1qwBBgugnQN8JIzYKXomshhTaE9mGoGbzEdXZYr7aQ7G_gvds6UAxxez2xvAblJFJ6t9OFvz6d9Bd/s1600-h/me,kelss,bri,jessica.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249204884249362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD45HUFg-brmDNsk4djjDNBNHw1lGREFF02UDo3ffBiWUk1Bk5bpeX2XU-ZtsPMna1qwBBgugnQN8JIzYKXomshhTaE9mGoGbzEdXZYr7aQ7G_gvds6UAxxez2xvAblJFJ6t9OFvz6d9Bd/s320/me,kelss,bri,jessica.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPTvqyDLyo2d9Zm__50x6ec2rh-CDdstdxYtR1-uyU6qjaMI2vShCBSmOPlPPQdEPryrHkFpJsX7Iqsk1-uf9PM-rAnnNXO7KjqbeNBV3II7ODHSsDh48G4m_hTLvVEq2xkCR4FFaKChr/s1600-h/me,avery,anise,jessie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249207582200578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPTvqyDLyo2d9Zm__50x6ec2rh-CDdstdxYtR1-uyU6qjaMI2vShCBSmOPlPPQdEPryrHkFpJsX7Iqsk1-uf9PM-rAnnNXO7KjqbeNBV3II7ODHSsDh48G4m_hTLvVEq2xkCR4FFaKChr/s320/me,avery,anise,jessie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxwvF2LHs5ohdLopbyuoZZxIPkNpmIfaWqd_RKpbObdBWw8FHyZbdhDuFocRJrgCrywbLwRvI6g5y71svOwpXoipWwKwYw1yNhr-zDHh5J8nl8-0hR-IAinPI33RDKJmFAnAncbiwjNOD/s1600-h/IMG_2591.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249217422991986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxwvF2LHs5ohdLopbyuoZZxIPkNpmIfaWqd_RKpbObdBWw8FHyZbdhDuFocRJrgCrywbLwRvI6g5y71svOwpXoipWwKwYw1yNhr-zDHh5J8nl8-0hR-IAinPI33RDKJmFAnAncbiwjNOD/s320/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555178429283867201.post-1805493330050334762008-06-21T13:32:00.000-07:002008-07-22T16:54:30.884-07:00Closing Ceremonies<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today was Upland American Little League's closing ceremonies. The temperature outside was 111 degrees. It was real hot. Im suprised I didnt get sunburned. There was a Carl's Jr. truck selling food; which was a little more expensive than it should have been. All the Minor and Major teams stood in the field for an hour in the intense heat. Once they finished awarding the trophies to the teams, they called the 12 year-olds and All Star teams out and recognized them. There is one girl on the 12 year-old All Star team who is very good (see below picture). One of the mom's, Sarah, and I purchased waters and cups of ice for the boys who fought over them. When it was time to leave, I went to retrieve my purse but it was gone! I started to freak because it my iPod and glasses, make up and snickers bars in it! Then one of the other moms gave it to me, saying it was payback for being "mean" to her.<br /><br />Pictures:<br />1. The entire 12 year-old All Star team. Jacob is in the right corner.<br />2. A few of the 12 year-olds who have finished their last year in UALL.<br />3. Jacob with his two trophies.<br />4. Jacob, my mom, and I after the ceremony.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ntmC41zDCwn0pvF3m22zS-k7O1-s5Cqak30xLaqZXsXiHJ4qJHBCtixxc6r5H_XZOTbDrmZch-4_8F9Un0H20wvrfY06hlufnW6B27hHftHYn0rYNtHMLfDz3OjWBkyyRXUo8Qx6K9xT/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214435451457507730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ntmC41zDCwn0pvF3m22zS-k7O1-s5Cqak30xLaqZXsXiHJ4qJHBCtixxc6r5H_XZOTbDrmZch-4_8F9Un0H20wvrfY06hlufnW6B27hHftHYn0rYNtHMLfDz3OjWBkyyRXUo8Qx6K9xT/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04IlEJdu5twIiJoeXZfGayg9wgBqYPmlT-XTen9azw5H5Bk9Jfm7ylxSQy6SJeVQvxNo_NJ7_F4stwUXy-Y_g9FAEBxNVFyhC6beWGTedg0BScisxZ9uE6XoEWV2lsVvte_knIHRgdtnY/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214435457977330482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04IlEJdu5twIiJoeXZfGayg9wgBqYPmlT-XTen9azw5H5Bk9Jfm7ylxSQy6SJeVQvxNo_NJ7_F4stwUXy-Y_g9FAEBxNVFyhC6beWGTedg0BScisxZ9uE6XoEWV2lsVvte_knIHRgdtnY/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkwExJf70nbzmzmjVaxkJkaEsVxv_evHCzR6tGP8DASm20JFzzO66dmArsWyKHt7faupS9u4W4gEsEDJlc2zM3QaVoFK8ePNNcVXeyCXhzrXktwRA5MN5wglhC4NNowSZosetzv5RMTZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214435465811941874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkwExJf70nbzmzmjVaxkJkaEsVxv_evHCzR6tGP8DASm20JFzzO66dmArsWyKHt7faupS9u4W4gEsEDJlc2zM3QaVoFK8ePNNcVXeyCXhzrXktwRA5MN5wglhC4NNowSZosetzv5RMTZ0/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhyphenhyphenO2qD0vdIU0jsPWraYb3oW2cN42ztqhT76CqqosbS87l0Pl1jTV7Cgd5i6Kg8kN_zw2GAsDuh9ESdc8EHfuPb7jtCgtzCUrE2aDPYej3PH8E510avscZlSfDV4Y7o3X54aFMMUIU6BU/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214435470973934178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhyphenhyphenO2qD0vdIU0jsPWraYb3oW2cN42ztqhT76CqqosbS87l0Pl1jTV7Cgd5i6Kg8kN_zw2GAsDuh9ESdc8EHfuPb7jtCgtzCUrE2aDPYej3PH8E510avscZlSfDV4Y7o3X54aFMMUIU6BU/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" /></a>Alyssa Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01701731291364410673noreply@blogger.com4