<?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-1460430483289461828</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:47:50.287-08:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86QU9FGKZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yDzPPJUStcw/s320/dan+and+jack.jpghttp://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86QU9FGKZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yDzPPJUStcw/s320/dan+and+jack.jpg'/><title type='text'>Danni</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-8211026351659374289</id><published>2012-01-29T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:52:47.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Im a Fan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/sF9XBYHrwtk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sF9XBYHrwtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sF9XBYHrwtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically i'm not impressed with these sort of things. For whatever reason this one makes me happy inside, and Ive decided I would not be embarrassed in the least bit if this were my husband. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-8211026351659374289?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/8211026351659374289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=8211026351659374289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8211026351659374289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8211026351659374289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2012/01/ok-im-fan.html' title='Ok Im a Fan.'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3193340888583666215</id><published>2012-01-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:57:34.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I'll Give You a Chance</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, I've never been a huge fan of David. But after seeing this I have a new found love and respect for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/kQVKJnZbAwk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQVKJnZbAwk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQVKJnZbAwk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3193340888583666215?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3193340888583666215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3193340888583666215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3193340888583666215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3193340888583666215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2012/01/ok-ill-give-you-chance.html' title='Ok I&apos;ll Give You a Chance'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1738137755009881016</id><published>2012-01-15T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:54:06.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://society6.com/product/Boss-s9u_Print?tag=typography"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFyqqaPkGbo/TxOc86bs8cI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JfaDjPfNpdU/s1600/boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFyqqaPkGbo/TxOc86bs8cI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JfaDjPfNpdU/s320/boss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698070523845341634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words for 2011. Lets pray 2012 is filled with laughter, love, and a bunch of other stuff... Here's to hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-1738137755009881016?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1738137755009881016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1738137755009881016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1738137755009881016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1738137755009881016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-no-words-for-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFyqqaPkGbo/TxOc86bs8cI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JfaDjPfNpdU/s72-c/boss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-564891727941354394</id><published>2011-07-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:50:46.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Four Days</title><content type='html'>Well. I moved to Utah... for 4 days. It was awesome. But now I am back in Tucson. Let me explain a little. &lt;br /&gt;For starters, me and my saint of a mother were packed and on the road by 7 am on a Friday. The trip started off without a hitch, we took our time and even took a small scenic detour through Sedona. We stopped for lunch and looked around the town and then went on our merry way. I think both of us were secretly surprised at how great my truck was handling it all, but neither one of us wanted to say anything to jinx it. We made it all the way to Page just fine where we stopped for gas. I filled up the truck and my mom went in for a bathroom break. But when I went to turn the truck on, nothing happened. It was the absolute worst feeling, so automatically I go to call my dad. Part of me didnt want to call him because this was exactly what he'd  been talking about for the last few months. But I didnt know what else to do, so I called. Meanwhile my mom comes back and I tell her whats going on. My dad gave me a few suggestions, so I popped the hood and grabbed my tool kit he so lovingly prepared for me. As my mom is literally hitting my battery with a wrench a thousand people (mainly indians) are driving by, staring of course, but no one offers to help. Even the highway patrol guy that pulled in behind us to fill up was staring at us, and again didnt even offer to help. I was furious at this point so I made my mom go ask him for help. Anyways he ended up jumping us and the truck started right up. We went and waited for help and Wal-Mart for 10 min. before we just went to O'Reilly. We went in to ask for help and this boy walks out. Right off the bat he looks like an idiot. And about 15 min of him trying to figure out how to tell if my battery was dead or not, he confirmed my earlier theory. It was beyond hot, and I was incredibly irritated at this point, so my mom went back in and asked if someone could come help him out. Finally after forever they tell me my battery is dead. Not a big deal, its a pretty easy fix right? But as the new guy is putting my battery in he says, " I can fix your battery problem, but I cant help you with that crack in your radiator". I wanted to cry. Luckily the crack was up higher, but still it was leaking coolant faster than normal. So I went back in and bought a gallon of coolant, contemplated calling my dad, and then left that awful town. Oh and not to mention its almost 5 in the evening and were not even in Utah yet. We make it to Kanab get some gas, check coolant levels, which were perfect, make some phone calls, and we were on our way again. Everything is going great until we reach that spooky part between kanab and the highway where its just rolling hills. Its dark and me and my mom were just talking when all of a sudden a ginormous, and I seriously mean huge deer comes out of nowhere! We missed it by maybe 6 inches. I have never been more scared in my entire life. I spent the next hour on pyscho deer watch. After what felt like days we made it into Provo. It was 1 am. I was irratated, and extremely tired. Jackie ever so kindly met us outside the apartment to help unpack. The apartment however was a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in I wanted to cry. Even my mom was taken back with it. She instantly told me to relax it probably wasnt as bad as I was thinking, and I instantly told her I just wanted to go home. We unpacked everything and then I passed out. Waking up was like being stuck in a bad dream. My mom was texting me at like 7 saying she was ready to go, and that the apartment was actually worse in the daylight. I attempted taking a shower, but was sicked out and opted to wait till we got to my moms friend Margis house. Once I got showered and ready I felt a million times better. Being with Margis family was an instant mood lifter. They are the funnest bunch of people to hang out with. Jackie even met up with us all later on for lunch, and then we pretty much stayed with Margi in South Jordan for the rest of my days there. One of the days us girls went to the Branbury where I was supposed to live to see if I could by chance look at another apartment to see if it was any better. We met a girl who let us in her apartment. She lived with some freaky people! For starters one of her roomates was obsessed with dungeons and dragons. Enough said. The next one she described by saying she looked like snookie, and that she took her free tanning a little to seriously. And the final girl, literally had her cabinets under lock and key. Im not talking little diary locks, but heavy duty chains and locks. It was scary. Needless to say it wasnt exactly what I was looking for. We heard about another apartment complex and decided to go pay it a visit. The place was like a stupid mormon add. There were a bunch of kids all over the lawn playing volleyball and hanging out. I immediately wanted to live here, a group of guys asked if we needed any help and were super helpful at answering our questions since the office was already closed for the holiday weekend. It was a nice way to start off the rest of our weekend which was spent enjoying Utah and taking in all of its beauty. We ate out, had a bbq, hung out in Margis amazing backyard, watched fireworks, drove around and just enjoyed the company. Tuesday finally came which was the day my mom was supposed to fly home. We had talked about the reality of me staying the night before, put together a budget, and talked about what would happen when my truck really died. After lots of tears I decided it would be better for me to move home and save up a little more money to buy a newer car before I tried to move states. &lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my mom for cancelling her flight and opting to drive home with me instead. We left that night and drove to St. George where we stayed the night, and then got up the next morning and drove the rest of the way. I think the only thing that could have topped that trip off was if my truck caught fire, which was honestly a real possibility. Not only would we be stranded, but literally everything I owned would have gone down with it. See theres silver lining in just about everything. &lt;br /&gt;So now Im back in Tucson, just hanging out with my 2 best friends, mom and dad, and trying to figure out what Im supposed to do next. Life is good and has a funny way of working out. Lesson learned, its not the smartest idea to try and move states with a measly $700 in my pocket and a crappy vehicle. I'll do better next time. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-564891727941354394?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/564891727941354394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=564891727941354394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/564891727941354394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/564891727941354394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-four-days.html' title='The Best Four Days'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-6151252423591099522</id><published>2011-03-11T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:17:05.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know im 2 months behind, but I would really like to thank everyone for the kind words, phone calls, texts, emails, and comments everyone sent me regarding Shane. I really appreciated it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shanes funeral was really good. (I dont know if "good" is a proper adjective to describe such an event?) His viewing was Friday and the funeral was on Saturday. It was surreal to be there. Never in a million years would I have guessed things would have turned out the way they did. But I can honestly say it was a humbling experience, it was a testimony builder for sure and Im grateful for everything I got out of it. I went to his parents house earlier in the week to talk to them. I was so nervous to go because I didnt know what to say. What can you say? But im so glad I did. I love his family and I know I recieved so much more comfort from them than I gave. They are so rock solid in the gospel, any dad who can stand up and say "I want to thank my Heavenly Father so much for blesing me", at his sons funeral is someone to be admired. Its still weird he's really gone. Theres been a couple times Ive reached for my phone to text him something before it hits me that I cant. And I still get a lump in my throat when I look at pictures of him, but it gets easier knowing he's in a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I mentioned in a previous post that I recieved tickets to see Wicked for Christmas, and I never really talked about how excited I was for the play, but believe me I was stoked! I had wanted to see it for a while, so knowing I was going for real in a matter of weeks was exciting. Sadly my excitment for it was overshadowed by Shanes death. His funeral was scheduled for that same weekend, and I wasnt sure if I was up for seeing it. I decided to go anyways and am so glad I did. It was a nice getaway from that horrible week and the show was amazing. Im definitely hoping to go to more shows in the future, and typical I didnt take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today has been a very blah day and I cant quite get out of the funk of it. I went to the midnight showing of Red Riding Hood last night which is part of the reason I slept until 1 today. It was almost instantanious from the point when I opened my eyes that I knew how today was going to play out. I layed in bed for another 15 minutes thinking about nothing for the most part, I just couldnt get my body to move. I finally decided to go eat which was a bad choice. I never eat right when I get up in the morning otherwise I feel gross the rest of the day. weird I know. I was supposed to get up at 10 and start studying for the math test im going to take in the morning, obviously that didnt happen. I knew I needed to start studying but instead I watched the 2 Kourtney and Kim episodes I missed, part of Somethings Gotta Give, I cleaned my room a little, added to my stupid music playlist, and I looked at every.single.picture. im tagged in on facebook. Now its 730 pm, and im only 6 questions into my study guide. awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my friends today. Im sure it has to do with todays mood, but i definitely feel it a little more today than usual. I miss living with my best friends. I like the constant companionship, espicially when its with someone I enjoy being around 20 hours a day. I miss laughing so hard it hurts, I havent laughed like that in a long time. I got a letter from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-remember.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; today and it made me laugh out loud. I miss him. His letter reassured me that he is indeed still one of the funniest boys I know. As I read his letter I couldnt help but wish it was the start of 2010 again. It was by far my favorite semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583043514168578658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-i9w0Dpkso/TXr0fvOREmI/AAAAAAAAAz8/VCLGBxtjhxU/s320/33600_10150289573790026_734360025_15057736_5313551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But living in the past doesnt get you anywhere now does it. To sorta counterstrike the mood I have portrayed, I have actually enjoyed being back in Tucson. I have a few friends I hang out with on a regular basis. I still have fun and I like where Im at. I got a little crazy and decided to take a couple classes at Pima to help pass the time. Despite my brothers pleas I signed up for the 2 classes he happened to be taking. He loves it :) I also got a j.o.b. It has to do a little bit with Sports and Authority. Bingo. Sports Authority. They clearly saw my passion for sports and hired me on the spot. ha. I was lucky enough to have a couple old friends working there already and they put in a good word for me. I like it so far, im just grateful to finally have a job. And without tryin to be to prestigous, I also have another job interview lined up for next week. Pray I get it. seriously. Remember when I put in job applications at Forever 21, Charlotte Russe, Childrens Place, AND Tillys and they all went nowhere? Well now that I have a job, apparently they all want me. Within the last week I have literally gotten a call from every single place asking if I wanted to interview. Its cool but would have been super nice 3 months ago when I was in desperate need! Regardless, im greatful for the oppurtunities. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-6151252423591099522?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/6151252423591099522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=6151252423591099522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6151252423591099522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6151252423591099522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-im-2-months-behind-but-i-would.html' title='I hate titles'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-i9w0Dpkso/TXr0fvOREmI/AAAAAAAAAz8/VCLGBxtjhxU/s72-c/33600_10150289573790026_734360025_15057736_5313551_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-4260496353817005138</id><published>2011-01-16T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:13:53.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSIpMeINI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QhuvMeO_7VA/s1600/Oct%2BPac%2BMtg%2Band%2BShanes%2BB%2BDay%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563583960625062098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSIpMeINI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QhuvMeO_7VA/s320/Oct%2BPac%2BMtg%2Band%2BShanes%2BB%2BDay%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met Shane the first day of my freshman year of high school. He was asleep on his desk in seminary. I was immediately attracted to him and wanted to be his friend. Sadly I don't think he felt that same initial spark. It wasn't to long before me and Shane became friends though. And before I knew it Shane was one of my best friends and would continue to be all throughout high school. We hung out all the time, talked on the phone late at night, and texted constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Shane taught me how to be a little more carefree in life. He loved the lake and went with his family frequently. I was lucky enough to experience some of these trips with them. It was there that Shane patiently sat in the lake with me and taught me how to wakeboard. No matter how many times I fell or didn't listen to what he said, he'd swim the 10 ft to me, laugh, and start over. He was part of many of my firsts...&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who convinced me to ditch school for the first time to go golfing instead. He called the office pretending to be my dad and then put me in the trunk of his car to sneak me out the front gates.&lt;br /&gt;I was the baby of the group so everyone else turned 16 way before I did. As soon as Shane turned 16 though he told me he wanted to be the one to take me on my first date. He assured me for months that wouldn't let anyone else take me out and sure enough the day I turned 16 Shane showed up at my doorstep and took me out. I think Jonathon was supposed to come but something happened and he didn't so we went bowling with his sister and her husband. I would not have changed a thing, we had so much fun. The thing about Shane is that it didn't matter where you were or what you were doing he made everything a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Shane and I also went to our first concert together. For one of his birthdays I bought us tickets to go see Fall Out Boy. He was my protective bubble the whole night, he didn't let anybody touch me. (We held hands for the first time that night :)) When we decided to leave Shane somehow convinced me to crowd surf to the very front. I dont what I was thinking when I allowed Shane and some nasty sweaty guy to throw me on top of a crowd of horny kids. Ha never again, it was a horrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;And our junior year I remember waking up to 5 texts from Shane asking if I'd left for school yet, and than telling me to look at the marquee board at school. And on the way to school I got at least 2 more telling me don't forget to look!! As soon as I saw it my heart stopped. Shane had asked me to prom and I was so excited! When everyone found out, I had a thousand girls come up to me telling me how lucky I was to be going with Shane Smith. He was definitely a ladies man.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSHltzyAI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Id8of10pAxo/s1600/Prom%2Basking%2B%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563583942511282178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSHltzyAI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Id8of10pAxo/s320/Prom%2Basking%2B%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTNK7jgzhdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/d2AJW2ZpuNA/s1600/danni%2Bshane"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562872351738267090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTNK7jgzhdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/d2AJW2ZpuNA/s320/danni%2Bshane" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Prom '06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shane was also quite the prankster. I remember babysitting one night and the kids said they kept hearing knocking on the windows. I was kinda freaked out and the kids were crying so I went to shut the blinds. Right as I got to the window, Shane's face popped up and scared.me.to.death.&lt;br /&gt;Him and Jonathon also had a 3 month toilet papering obsession. Every Saturday I would wake up and our front yard was covered in toilet paper. My parents got fed up and decided to plan an attack against them. One night they decided to wait outside for them. My mom was hidden under boxes in the back of my dads truck and my dad was patiently waiting on the side of our house. They both had hoses were ready to attack, they say they waited for about an hour before they gave in and went inside. So the next weekend me and my friend Katie decided to launch our own massive attack on his house. We had been stocking up on toilet paper for weeks and decided it was time. Shane was gone that night so Katie, me, my brother, my mom, her best friend Misty, and a clan of kids under 10 drove out to the Smiths house. We rocked his house, all the trees, the cactus, their boat, everything we could. It literally looked like it had snowed. The next day I went to Mexico so I didn't get to talk to Shane about it for a few days. After the trip as we were driving back into the country I turned my phone on and I saw that I had a voice mail. I went to check it knowing it was going to be Shane and assuming it was going to be him congratulating me on a job well done. It wasnt. It was Shane but he was mad. His message went something like, hey danni thanks for toilet papering my house. I had to clean it up and while I was on the latter I fell and broke my leg. Since its almost wakeboarding season I wont be able to wakeboard this summer. So uh thanks again I guess. And than he hung up. I felt AWFUL! I told my mom and we both just felt horrible. I didnt know what to do so I was gonna talk to him at school the next day to see what I could do. I had a little speech all prepared in my head, but as soon as I saw him I died. He was fine, and when he saw my face he knew he had won yet again.&lt;br /&gt;The worst though was probably the infamous glue stick incident. Shane and Jonathon were the death of me in high school. In seminary one year they pinned me down and put glue stick on my lips like chap stick. How horrible right? But no matter what he did I couldn't stay mad at him for long, Shane was just to easy to love.&lt;br /&gt;I was a nanny my senior year, and Shane would always come over to the house to hang out with me and the kids. The first thing he would do every time he came in was see what they had to eat, than he would help with homework and than play till he left. The kids adored him, and still every time I see them they ask for me to bring Shane over to play.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shane had our share of ups and downs in high school. I recently reread my old journals, every other page there is something about Shane. It was always either talking about how much I liked him or how I was mad at him. I think its definitely safe to say that I picked every single fight we ever got in. But no matter what the situation was Shane would always squeeze his way back into my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTNK79TiszI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-8IQ_YC0aT4/s1600/shane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember when he called me while I was at school to tell me he sent in his mission papers. I was never more proud and excited for him than I was that day. He was so excited to serve and I remember him telling me he was hoping to go to Brazil because "they had the best places to hang glide." He called me the day he got his call and I rushed to his house so I could hear him open it. (You can see that post &lt;a href="http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-going-on-mission.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) The spirit was so strong and I knew that Shane's mission was where he was supposed to be.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXT4gBCEiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/jCYkD3tBqCo/s1600/shane%2Bmission"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXT4gBCEiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/jCYkD3tBqCo/s1600/shane%2Bmission"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563585882306515490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXT4gBCEiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/jCYkD3tBqCo/s320/shane%2Bmission" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shane served an honorable mission in Guatemala. I came to his homecoming and got to hang out with him a little at his house. The first thing he showed me was his new hang glider. (Shane and his dad were avid hang gliders before his mission and Shane literally could not wait to do it again when he got home.) After that we rode bikes up and down his driveway talking about the last two years, catching each other up in our lives. I remember asking Shane what his next step in life would be. He told me he wanted to start his family. He was so excited for it and said he couldn't wait to finally have his son, Dude Clarence Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Although his life was short, I do believe Shane's mission in life was completed. And I don't think he would have chosen a different way to go out. Shane was doing something he loved and always told me he wanted to die doing something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that Shane was such a huge part of my life. I feel like some of my best characteristics came from knowing him. He was such a good example to me and Ill cherish all of our memories forever.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love Shane and he will continue to hold a special place in my heart.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSIISoKxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/6_YD7PYCMCE/s1600/Danni%2527s%2Bsr%2Bluncheon%2Bpics%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563583951792515858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSIISoKxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/6_YD7PYCMCE/s320/Danni%2527s%2Bsr%2Bluncheon%2Bpics%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-4260496353817005138?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/4260496353817005138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=4260496353817005138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4260496353817005138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4260496353817005138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2011/01/shane.html' title='Shane'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TTXSIpMeINI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QhuvMeO_7VA/s72-c/Oct%2BPac%2BMtg%2Band%2BShanes%2BB%2BDay%2B030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-8908114838532636321</id><published>2011-01-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:36:44.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting in a big smelly room with a hundred other people for 2 hours now, praying that they call my name and tell me I can go home. Funny since I've been waiting 3 years to get jury duty. Sad reality...jury duty blows. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I should do a little update since my blog is "boring". Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;I am forever done at EA. The slut hut no longer exists and all us girls have moved on. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry. I cried when I said goodbye to Jack in our tiny little room. And like a looser I cried when I drove out of town. It was heartbreaking. But I'm glad that I left when I did. &lt;br /&gt;I think Thatcher will always have a tender spot in my heart. I grew into the person I've become there. I've experienced laughter and heartache and everything in between. I've met so many people and experienced so many things. I don't know if I would have gotten so much out of anywhere else. It was so perfect for me in that part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like part of the heartache that came as I was preparing to leave was knowing I was moving back to Tucson. I love my family and I really don't mind being home. But I just don't like Tucson. I think part of it is the fact that I'm gonna have to extend myself more than I have in the last 3 years and make new friends. That's semi hard for me since I'm not terribly outgoing. Blah blah blah ill live. If making friends is my major crisis I think I'm doing alright. Eh scratch that, I need a job. That's definitely at the top of my list. But none the less I'm doing alright. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good this year. One of my gifts was tickets to wicked which I was stoked for. I've been wanting to see it for a long time! New Years this year was pretty much the same as all my other years. Not to thrilling. Jack came for a visit. I've been talking about the institute in tucson forever, trying to paint a picture for my friends. So since jack was here we decided to go crazy and stop by the new years eve  dance... In the words of whitney I wanted to..." Go home, slick my hair back, get in the shower and end myself!!!!" Hahaha it was just horrible. The most positive thing that came out of it were the real oreos they had. After that we finished the night out at mistys. All in all it was a good night. No complaints. &lt;br /&gt;Well until next time. Pray my name is called soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-8908114838532636321?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/8908114838532636321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=8908114838532636321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8908114838532636321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8908114838532636321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3407903492238047598</id><published>2010-11-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:15:22.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnxDntnVUI/AAAAAAAAAys/AbVbhCve-Zk/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537722261330941250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnxDntnVUI/AAAAAAAAAys/AbVbhCve-Zk/s320/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes I go to church) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I had to have a theme song for my life, I think right now I would choose the song Time by Chantal Kreviazuk. The first time I heard it was on the show Laguna Beach. I cried that episode when they all graduated. I thought the song was so appropriate and I remember wishing that it could be my theme song too. But I had all the time in the world back then so it didnt apply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me, my life is full of gay moments.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it is November. I would give anything for time to slow down, but its only speeding up. There are only 35 very short days until im gone from Thatcher. Forever. And it breaks my heart. Everyday I feel it getting colder and everyday brings me closer to leaving. I love it here and I cant quite tell you why. I just do. I love the cotton fields, the mountain, having a temple 2 min from my house, and the always open walmart right down the road. I love seeing people you know every where you go. Its the simple things I love about this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This semester has been... different. Take last semester and make everything the complete opposite and you have this semester. It took some time getting used to it, but it is what it is. This semester is a completely new cycle of people. Which is cool, except everyone is 18 and freshly graduated. They still have the "light in their eyes" and are expirencing life without mom and dad for the first time. Again its cool, its just that I was them already... 3 years ago so Im over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still love the slut hut and everyone in it. I feel like its become a mythical place. People have heard of it, but no one really knows where its at or who lives there. They just cant wrap their little minds around it, and Im ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is kicking my butt. My dad tells me to "dig deep" everytime I talk to him. I never quite understood him till now. I guess digging deep is 40 hour weeks in the library studying. I feel like this is a small taste of what I will be doing in the future. As for the future, right now my plans are to move back home to work and save money. Then summer time I will be moving to Utah. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats all I have for now. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heres pretty much the only pictures I have from the last couple months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537721119522310898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnwBKJOSvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/61e8ALgb6OM/s320/DA%2Bgurlz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537717186891591858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnscP8_sLI/AAAAAAAAAyU/z71_lRNe3RQ/s320/jb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Blaine and Joey before they left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537717167837740850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnsbI-M_zI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wXQCcnMqy3w/s320/black%2Bpussies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Halloween '10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3407903492238047598?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3407903492238047598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3407903492238047598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3407903492238047598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3407903492238047598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-already.html' title='November Already?'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TNnxDntnVUI/AAAAAAAAAys/AbVbhCve-Zk/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7245234772724336728</id><published>2010-07-26T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:03:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeeeeeellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE5BK-mvYkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sM9KXSfABNg/s1600/n512496805_1529753_510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE5BK-mvYkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sM9KXSfABNg/s320/n512496805_1529753_510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498403851925938754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldnt possibly do a post about Joey without doing one for Blaine as well.&lt;br /&gt;This is Blaine Taylor. He's a badass. Pardon my language but its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I  met Blaine the same night I met Joey. It was an instant friendship,  probably because he had cool stuff, like a neat jeep and cool clothes,  just things like that. I know, Im sooo materialistic. But really, we  went around in his jeep the first night, jamming out to Jay Sean no  doubt. I instantly liked these guys. So fun and freshly graduated, whats  not to like?&lt;br /&gt;I quickly noticed a couple things about Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;- He likes good music.&lt;br /&gt;- He sings like Jay Sean.&lt;br /&gt;- Per.Fect. Skin.&lt;br /&gt;-He's ripped.&lt;br /&gt;-He says funny things like "coons age".&lt;br /&gt;Not  only did he wrestle in high school, Blaine was also a star institute  basketball player. One time at a game this kid got his finger  dislocated. It was nasty. Blaine came over and popped it right back into  place. It aint no thang to people like him I guess. Another little  diddy about him, Blaine never calls anyone by their real name. Bryndee  is Brenda, and I know I said it was Joey that made up Jackie's nickname  but truth be told it was Blaine. Mehoph was definitely all Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE45y5JYP0I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LxPcwUAtPn8/s1600/Blaine+Ridin+dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE45y5JYP0I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LxPcwUAtPn8/s320/Blaine+Ridin+dirty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498395741562355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Blaine ridin dirty like usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His  Birthday was was early in the semester. Me and Jackie decided to take  it upon ourselves to throw him a little kickback. It blew. Sorry about  that Blaine. I guess it wasnt to bad in the end, he came out of it with  an awesome gift. The ole' Robin Hood Pack, better safe than sorry  right?? Probably my all time favorite thing about Blaine though is that  he never misses a chance to make you feel dumb. One time Missy said  Little Wayne, to this day its still "hey you wanna listen to some little  wayne". I still laugh every time I think about it. He's quick and witty  and probably one of the funniest people I know.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE4_J1v97tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lZteAtRIyfA/s1600/Baby+Boy+Blaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE4_J1v97tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lZteAtRIyfA/s320/Baby+Boy+Blaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498401633345597138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going  back to the first night we hung out Blaine told us he was a recent  convert. He got baptized the summer after his senior year. Automatically  the first thing we asked was if he was wild in high school. His  response, no. I think he was slightly offended. He struck me as the type  that would reek havoc on the children of Thatcher, but it wasnt so. The  more I came to know him the more impressed I was at his decision of  joining our church. And I was even more impressed when I found out he  turned in his mission papers. Blaine got his call and will be serving in  the Portland, Oregon mission and is set to leave the same day as his  bf, September 1, 2010. Blaine has so much to offer the people of Oregon  and I know him and his family will be blessed immensely! He's going to  be such an awesome missionary and I cant wait to hear about his trials  and blessings out in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE46QzF0kwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ry61Te_G8uw/s1600/36739_402597851805_512496805_4827366_2817705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE46QzF0kwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ry61Te_G8uw/s320/36739_402597851805_512496805_4827366_2817705_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498396255332897538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-7245234772724336728?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/7245234772724336728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=7245234772724336728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7245234772724336728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7245234772724336728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeeeeeeellow.html' title='Yeeeeeeellow'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TE5BK-mvYkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sM9KXSfABNg/s72-c/n512496805_1529753_510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-6616391395379956684</id><published>2010-07-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:40:01.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD_UxSmmBgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Sc1T7mLVgjw/s1600/24829_425198304044_504589044_5308546_7628756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD_UxSmmBgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Sc1T7mLVgjw/s320/24829_425198304044_504589044_5308546_7628756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494344013687686658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Joey Elkins. He's funny, he's sassy, and extremely good looking!!!!! &lt;-- his words. Me and Joey have been pen pals since high school and coincidentally I ended up going to school in Thatcher where Joey just happened to live. Shortly after I moved into the slut hut me and Joey became friends. Who would have thought that after years of writing each other we'd be friends in real life? Neat I know. &lt;br /&gt;Joey is a man of many talents. Here are just a few to get a little taste of him.&lt;br /&gt; - He's an excellent singer.&lt;br /&gt;- He's funny.&lt;br /&gt;- He's super smart.&lt;br /&gt;- He can do a backflip.&lt;br /&gt;- He's classy&lt;br /&gt;- And he played tennis in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Joey and Blaine were the sources of mine and jackie's nicknames. One of the first  times we hung out, Joey was probably asking what the best thing about  him was and I faintly remember telling him he had a good aura. My  nickname... Hora. I never thought it would stick but it did.  Jackie's nickname... Mehoph. dont ask. Him and his bf were also the  masterminds of our dear house "the slut hut". &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joey's bf happens to be Blaine Taylor. Together they are hilarious. They match constantly and  are always fighting over who has the better body, or whose funnier, who  gets more girls etc etc. The semester truly wouldnt have been as fun  without these two. I feel like everywhere we would go we would sing  songs. When I hung out with them for the  first time we went riding around  in Blaine's jeep and we sang "do you  remember" by Jay Sean. And now  everytime I hear it I always think of  them. One of my favorites though  is the "We Are The World"  song. I take JB and all the girl parts and Joey  and Blaine split up the  rest. Joey happens to sing exactly like Sean  Paul. He is really good at  it. I have a video of it and one day Ill try  to get it up. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD-oiS-epoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KD5QSzJku1I/s1600/20739_353996281208_510516208_4732872_3976077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD-oiS-epoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KD5QSzJku1I/s320/20739_353996281208_510516208_4732872_3976077_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494295377578206850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joey and Blaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But switching back to girls, Joey sure has a way with the ladies. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; girl from his high school asked him to prom this past year. I dont think he was ever really friends with her, but he decided to go anyways. I dont think Joey will ever know how much that probably meant to her, im sure it made her year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD-ohyTqezI/AAAAAAAAAws/BHccZW-k3uk/s1600/29448_1400056372307_1559223492_30979350_7268320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD-ohyTqezI/AAAAAAAAAws/BHccZW-k3uk/s320/29448_1400056372307_1559223492_30979350_7268320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494295368808692530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joey and his date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As sweet as he is the boy never stops joking. The first FHE of the semester Joey and Blaine watched Jackie as she got a plate full of sausage for some other friends of ours. Ever since then it has been a never ending joke of how much Jackie likes sausage. Jackie turned 21 last week. Joeys present... a package of sausage.&lt;br /&gt;Joey recently got his mission call. There was a slight mix up with his papers. 2 calls. 1 to Washington and 1 to Peru. After talking with the other Joseph Elkins he found out he was going to Peru. Im seriously so excited for him to go and I know he will be an awesome missionary. Him and Blaine both report the same day, September 1, 2010. How appropriate I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-6616391395379956684?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/6616391395379956684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=6616391395379956684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6616391395379956684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6616391395379956684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember??'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TD_UxSmmBgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Sc1T7mLVgjw/s72-c/24829_425198304044_504589044_5308546_7628756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7131332246322452047</id><published>2010-06-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:39:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCAB_ogwIhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/YV1UAAUS7Ow/s1600/n1322803874_61816_2669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCAB_ogwIhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/YV1UAAUS7Ow/s320/n1322803874_61816_2669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485386538855440914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody meet Jackie Lyn. I seriously wish everyone could meet this girl. She is hands down the funniest girl I know. Like HILARIOUS!! I feel like I have known Jack forever when in reality were coming up on our 2 yr anniversary. A little bit lesbian? Maybe. Let me just give a couple reasons of why she is my favorite..&lt;br /&gt;- She shoved her debit card all the way up the receipt slot when she tried to get gas once.&lt;br /&gt;- She takes lots of pictures of herself.&lt;br /&gt;- She can handstand the crap out of anybody&lt;br /&gt;- She makes up ridiculous scenerios with me such as the narnia corner in our room&lt;br /&gt;- She made everyone call her baby for a day&lt;br /&gt;- She likes it when I call her little pony&lt;br /&gt;- We are relentless when it comes to making fun of eachother... and others&lt;br /&gt;- She sings...&lt;br /&gt;- Shes smart&lt;br /&gt;- Our yelling battles&lt;br /&gt;- She laughs at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;- She punched Hayden in the face once, for real&lt;br /&gt;- "sorry"&lt;br /&gt;- She can do the robot&lt;br /&gt;- "Are we fighting? I dont know what to do, do we just not talk for 2 hours or what?"&lt;br /&gt;- She runs home from school like a kid with a sweatshirt tied around her waist&lt;br /&gt;- She has ALWAYS been there&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone coulda seen mine and Jacks room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tiny   is an understatement. But somehow we made it. We were  constantly in  eachothers way but i think that made it more fun.  That room has way  to many memories, most shouldn't be shared, im sure James could attest  to the horrifying things he heard. But we had so many good times. So many laughs and so many tears happened in our room and im glad she was there for them  all. I miss our  talks and  ridiculous scenerios like the pony person  conversation when  she almost peed her pants. I miss Jackie waking up when I came into the  room at night and  telling me she loved me and than not remembering it  in the morning or the random phone calls I'd get when I was with Jace  asking if I was ok. I  miss waking up to her staring at me and telling  me she was prettier than  me, or her looking in the mirror counting how  many times she brushed her hair, "101, 102, 103, sorry im prettier than  you".&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Jack moved in with me at the ole trailer mansion. It took some time but before long we were bf's. We've been through a lot in our short friendship but without everything we've endured I dont think we'd be a close as we are. I had a bit of a tuff semester near the end, Jackie was the gentle reminder that I would be ok. She has never once judged me for the things Ive done or said and has always had my back. She has helped me become the person I am today and im so grateful for the example she is to me.&lt;br /&gt;If everyone could have a best friend like her the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(super gay I know, but I really do love that girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-7131332246322452047?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/7131332246322452047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=7131332246322452047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7131332246322452047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7131332246322452047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey Soul Sister...'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCAB_ogwIhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/YV1UAAUS7Ow/s72-c/n1322803874_61816_2669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7070747486992387906</id><published>2010-06-21T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:58:46.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a bridesmaid never a bride, HA!</title><content type='html'>I feel like there's always a point in the year where EVERYONE gets married. Im sure everyone knows what im talking about. That point is now. Im pretty sure I have 5 or 6 wedding invitations in my room right now all for the past couple weeks. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago though I got to go up to St. Johns for Lacey's wedding. I was a bridesmaid, imagine that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_vwiszlsI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8kTMvYhjbw0/s1600/31158_10150204792235072_719630071_13022209_467012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_vwiszlsI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8kTMvYhjbw0/s320/31158_10150204792235072_719630071_13022209_467012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485366488388048578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lacey was my roomate for a while down at EA. She's hilarious. We had a lot of good times such as...&lt;br /&gt;- that one time I got a concussion on a slip n slide.&lt;br /&gt;- the trailer mansion&lt;br /&gt;- skinny dipping in roper lake every night for like a month&lt;br /&gt;- singing songs&lt;br /&gt;- the spring break we stayed in thatcher longboarding everywhere we went&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few, most I cant publish publicly. Im sad I didnt even get a picture with her at the wedding but we had to get back down to the valley that same night so I stole one from her facebook. Im so excited for her and Patrick!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_vvjaVwNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/azpVfaBc6V8/s1600/n734360025_4153986_4458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_vvjaVwNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/azpVfaBc6V8/s320/n734360025_4153986_4458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485366471399162066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than this past weekend I went up to Mesa for Julie and Jordans wedding. It was a weird feeling having her get married. She was one of the 8 roomates this last semester. We all managed to&lt;br /&gt;make it to the wedding though so it was a good time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_LX3DbhaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FWM07pWngBA/s1600/37369_1304574345743_1572039829_30686647_483702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_LX3DbhaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FWM07pWngBA/s320/37369_1304574345743_1572039829_30686647_483702_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485326481936319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bryndee, Ami, Whitney, Missy, Julie, Jackie, Me, Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of my favorite memories of Julie are...&lt;br /&gt;- her singing voice&lt;br /&gt;- scum&lt;br /&gt;- watching twilight every day for a month&lt;br /&gt;- hiking&lt;br /&gt;- 40's!!&lt;br /&gt;- single tears&lt;br /&gt;- j whit&lt;br /&gt;- sonic&lt;br /&gt;- taco bell club&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited for both of them, they are the first 2 of my closer friends to get married so its definitely weird feeling but  nontheless very exciting!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TB_vv_rruiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/q7NlbDhkzNo/s1600/n739785625_6143504_6903617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of Speech- (Verb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definition: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think its fair to say I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;astonished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when I saw my final anatomy grade for the first time this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I should have tried to look at my grade throughout the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;On second hand, maybe its good I &lt;/span&gt;didn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can honestly say I've never been so stressed about a single class in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cried. and stressed. and studied like never before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets be honest, I would have been ecstatic with a 70. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When your expecting a D in a class you've worked so hard in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that lets you pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I looked at my grades today and saw what it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cried. I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kinda pathetic, but it was the biggest weight off my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I. Got. a. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle-freakin-lujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-804914377696173853?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/804914377696173853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=804914377696173853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/804914377696173853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/804914377696173853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/05/excuse-me-i-think-you-made-mistake.html' title='Excuse me, I think you made a mistake...'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-2300273479234151180</id><published>2010-05-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:14:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me start off by saying  how much I really &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;my mom. I know everyone loves their moms, its a given, but honestly my mom is one of my best friends. I don't know how I could ever thank her enough for everything she has done for me. I was in sacrament today listening to a talk on gratitude, and given its mothers day she talked a lot about her mom. It inspired me to write about my mom and why I &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;her as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my mom butted heads a lot at one point in high school. I faintly remember it being over a little diddy called seminary. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hated&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seminary to say the least. I refused to go, and my mom refused to let it slide. I remember countless fights over it and one day she used the ole "well if you don't go to seminary you wont get your license" routine. I'm fairly stubborn so in not so many words I told her to bring it. Well she brought it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; months before I turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a years worth of seminary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make-ups later, I finally got my license. That was when I realized just how similar me and my mom are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has taught me so much in my life. My mom is funny, kind, sweet, caring, spiritual and loving. Since I've been away at school I've realized how much I miss her and its made me realize how much she truly does. I feel like me moving away has made me so much closer to my mom and I'm glad that it has turned out this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad my mom loves &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; still after the decisions I've made. good. and. bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad we have the relationship that we do. The kind of relationship where I can tell her &lt;i&gt;anything &lt;/i&gt;and she doesn't judge or make me feel bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that she thinks I'm funny, and that we can laugh together even if my humor is slightly dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom just inspires me to be a better person. She has shown me the way and I want to be so much like her when I'm a mom some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for all you do mom! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you more than you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-2300273479234151180?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/2300273479234151180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=2300273479234151180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2300273479234151180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2300273479234151180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1343927291452198095</id><published>2010-04-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:15:50.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86QU9FGKZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yDzPPJUStcw/s320/dan+and+jack.jpghttp://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86QU9FGKZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yDzPPJUStcw/s320/dan+and+jack.jpg'/><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh Myyyyyy Goshhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:medium;"&gt;This semester has flown by, I still cant believe its going to be over in 3 short weeks. It has been one of the funnest i've had here and i'm so glad I came back. Our house has been deemed "The Slut Hut" and sadly has stuck with us throughout the semester. Having 8 girls in a house has been pretty fun. I love the girls I live with and we all get along good. A perk of having 8 girls in one house is all the people it brings in. We constantly have people coming in and out and there's always something to do. There's been a lot going on this semester so ill do my best to sum it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;  font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The semester started out with a bang. I started hanging out with a guy right off the bat. We started dating and dated for a good portion of the semester. We had fun but it obviously didnt go anywhere. You live and you learn right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the mist of all that we made a few trips. One being to California for spring break. Jackie, Jessica, Missy and me went up to Missy's moms for the week. We shopped, ate way to much thanks to Missy's awesome mom, and beached it. It was quick but fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We also made the trip up to Utah for conference this year. Ive always wanted to go but never have been able to. Luckily Uncle Sam sent me a nice little check this year and I was able to do all the things Ive been deprived of the past 2 years. Jackie, Hayden, Missy and me all went up. We stopped in Vegas on the way up and spent the night conquering the strip. We figured it would be better to go on the way up than after conference. We got into all the sessions on Saturday after begging people on the corner for tickets. It was awesome and im so glad I finally got to expierence it. We met up with Clint and his wife Paige and than got to hang out with Tory for a couple days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We made a few trips to Mesa for various reasons, one being the Easter Pageant at the Temple. Hayden had never been (being from Boise and all) so we thought it'd be fun for him and it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know im leaving out a bunch of stuff and it may not sound as fun as ive made it out to be, but trust me it was! Other than the big things ive just been busting butt in school. I started actually trying in school which is a first for me. Its been alright we'll see how good I did at the end of the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chea came down here at the beginning of the semester to take some pictures of us. She is so amazing. You can check her out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chealamb.com/index2.php?v=v1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86RuKUQrcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_8G7WO0iRpM/s1600/jmd3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86RuKUQrcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_8G7WO0iRpM/s320/jmd3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462463620276334018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86RtkO8UaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DBNjtobVg7Q/s1600/jmd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86WTgMW-EI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ahYHMej2sEQ/s320/temp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462468659850442818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-1343927291452198095?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1343927291452198095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1343927291452198095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1343927291452198095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1343927291452198095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhhhhh-myyyyyy-goshhhhhhh.html' title='Ohhhhhh Myyyyyy Goshhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/S86RuKUQrcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_8G7WO0iRpM/s72-c/jmd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1105451397276856464</id><published>2010-01-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:52:50.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Whose Back!!</title><content type='html'>Thats right ladies and gents, me. Well Im back in Thatcher. And Im over the fact that this is my 3rd year and that this is a two year school. It feels good and beats the heck out of Tucson. It was kind of a last minute decision but so far it has been worth it! Im back with Jackie, Julie, and Missy plus Bryndee, Ami, Rachel, and Whitney... You counted right, theres 8 of us. Its a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom house and to be honest it really isnt that bad. We all get along and we havent had any major problems these first two weeks. Lets see if we can make it 3 more months :) I'll put pictures up when I get em'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-1105451397276856464?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1105451397276856464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1105451397276856464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1105451397276856464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1105451397276856464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-whose-back.html' title='Guess Whose Back!!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-5184758392665807016</id><published>2009-11-21T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:42:51.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SwjKoOGAvsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RPUyZFirFDk/s1600/danni+cali"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SwjKoOGAvsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RPUyZFirFDk/s320/danni+cali" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406794144985169602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great excuse as to why I havent updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont have alot to update about.&lt;br /&gt;2. My dumb neighbor kicked us off his internet.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about #2 is that he tried being "sneaky" about it. Um hello were neighbors, im going to see you eventually. Its not like I havent noticed that we cant get on the internet anymore. So thank you for that downstairs Nate. We appreciate it. Pause not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well October has come and gone. Halloween was sorta fun. Im not a big Halloween person. I always say Im going to plan some awesome costume, but when the time comes I decide I dont want to. Then on Halloween I decide I do want to dress up. So this year was the same as always. I went looking at like 3 on Halloween day for a costume. Me and Adam went down to 4th ave. and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. I ended up with a little boys "pirate" costume from Wally world. It looked like anything but a pirate, but I dealt with it. I went to the institute dance for a while and then we went back to Chris's house and watched a movie. It was a good night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SwjKofl8smI/AAAAAAAAAso/OyDXLn9IB8w/s1600/danni+halloween"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SwjKofl8smI/AAAAAAAAAso/OyDXLn9IB8w/s320/danni+halloween" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406794149682524770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November has FLOWN by. The scariest thing happened though, after work one day Adam and Chris called me to see if I wanted to go to a movie. So I met them at Chris's house and we went to the movies, then we decided to go down to university ave. for the pep rally, and then we went back to his house and watched another movie. While we were watching it the motion light outside his house came on so I was looking at the window because I didn't think anyone else was coming. And as im watching it I see a figure walk by and kinda lean over right by his car so I hit Chris and was like Chris someones outside!! So he jumped up and grabbed his gun (he's a cop) and opened the door and he was like "hey bro what the heck are you doing?" And then he took off. I was freaked out and we went outside and Chris had chased some guy down the alley but he got away. But Chris said he was at my car door and was trying to open the door! I was like what the heck! I'm glad the didn't break in, not that they would have gotten anything good out of it but nontheless it would have been a pain. Then to top it all off, Chris's house got broken into on Friday. The whole thing is scary to me, I dont think I could sleep there after something like that...if it were my house. But they stole his tv, laptop, and then a bunch of his guns.&lt;br /&gt;After that whole deal we went down the Rocky Point with the McCowns. It was fun like always, it was nice to get away from work and everything  for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;This last Thursday/Friday at midnight, guess what I was doing. Ding ding, me and Cait were at the New Moon premiere. Haters get lost. I LOVED every single minute of it. I will definitely be seeing it again, possibly again after that. I highly recommend it. I didnt like the first one when I saw it, but this one was bomb the whole way through. Me and Cait were there sporting our team Jacob shirts, let me tell you him alone is worth watching the movie for. He is awesome and made me love him more than ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not a whole lots going on. I cant believe Thanksgiving is next week and then Christmas is a few weeks later, this last few months has just flown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-5184758392665807016?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/5184758392665807016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=5184758392665807016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5184758392665807016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5184758392665807016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-hello.html' title='Oh Hello.'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SwjKoOGAvsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RPUyZFirFDk/s72-c/danni+cali' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7779200266476058980</id><published>2009-09-13T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:07:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day of Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Notice- This post is extremly long...Like really long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043647988938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1OsBdAuLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/OysEOcdDpZ0/s320/California+dreaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really love my life. Its so simple right now and I figure this is the only time in my life I'll be able to make sparatic trips to the beach when im broke. For labor day weekend Caitlin, Adam, Rhett, Nick, Kelsey and I all went to California. They decided they wanted to go like Wednesday night and I decided I was going to go for sure the Friday we left. It ended up being so last minute and we sure did pay for that. I ended up driving my truck along with Caitlin and Adam. Caitlin rode the whole way up in the back. Kudos for her. And then Nick, Rhett and Kelsey drove up in his car. Lets just say this trip was the trip from hell but it actually turned out to be one of the best i've been on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday night we were all planning on leaving at 7. I knew it wouldnt happen and of course it didnt. Nick called our motel before we left but did it through hotels.com. When he talked to the guy he made sure he knew we were coming in at like 3 am and the guy told him that we wouldnt have to worry about paying for Friday night and we would just be charged for Saturday and Sunday. So Nick books it and we finally leave around 9 and we drive up to Oro Valley and pick up Kelsey. We stop and get something to eat and then we fiiiiiiiinally leave for real this time! Caitlin slept in the back most of the way and me and Adam talked and sang songs till he fell asleep. I was doing real good till we got across the border. Thats when I started getting tired and so I turned up the AC and I sang louder and Adam would wake up and ask how I was doing and depending on my answer he'd either stay awake or go back to sleep. But around 2 I was sooo tired. So Adam gave me an energy drink that I downed in no time but of course I spilt a large amount down the front of my white shirt. I didnt think it was a big deal, thought it would just blend in, but when we stopped I went in to the store and asked for the bathroom key and the guy just kinda looked at me weird. So I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, not only did I look cracked out but I also looked like I puked down the front of my shirt. It was awesome. We kept on driving and we got lost so we drove around more hoping to stumble upon where we needed to be. Finally we stopped again and Adam got directions. We finally arrived at like 3:30 and we get to the motel and of course they have no reservation for us. We were all tired. I had been up for like 22 hours at this point and we had no where to stay! So Nicks talking to the lady whose talking to hotels.com and were getting nowhere. So we ask if we can just get a room and the lady was like were all full but if we did you'd have to pay for Friday night. I was like were not paying for Friday night its absoultley ridiculous since it wasnt even Friday anymore and the sun was freaking coming up! So we went to a couple other places on the street and they all said the same thing, that we'd have to pay for Friday night or wait till check in Saturday morning. So we parked in a parking lot and slept in the cars. Rhett, Nick, and Kelsey slept in the back of my truck while I slept across the front seat, which was awesome once my leg and stomach got numb from where the seatbelt thing was jabbing me. We slept a couple hours and when I woke up I had to pee sooooo bad, like bad where it hurt, like I was literally contemplating whether or not I should pee my pants. So me and Kelsey tried asking if we could use a bathroom at the hotel but of course not cuz "they dont have public restrooms". So we walked a block down to the jack in the box to use theres. Keep in mind I look even better than the night before because I selpt in a car and there was so much humidity in the air AND I had "puke" down the front of my shirt. Awesome I tell you. But we finally get into a different hotel where we all just crashed on the beds. We squeezed 3 people in each bed and the 6 of us shared one bathroom all weekend. It wasnt actually bad though. But we slept for a couple more hours and then hit up the beach. We went to La Jolla and the water was actually nice and plesently warmish. But within the first 5 min I got pounded by a wave and lost my only sunglasses. I was so bummed. But we beached all day and then that night we went out to eat and came home and passed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043655419116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1OsdIgOgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/e-mbFKcwbVs/s320/California+dreaming+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday we drove to Orange County because my old roomates decideded to come to Cali that weekend to. So we were planning on meeting up with them at the beach, which never happened. But we drove to Balboa beach and drove around for over an hour looking for parking with no avail. We finally just drove down to Hunnington beach and we stayed there for a few hours. Im not a big swimmer or into playing in the ocean to much. It kinda creeps me out. Im more of lay on the beach and tan kinda person. But as I was laying there I was kinda watching Adam and Cait and everyone and I see a boat get real close to them and then I see the lifeguards swimming to them and so I go down to see whats going on and apparently Adam got rescued because him and Cait got stuck in a rip tide. It was pretty funny though, Adam got on the boat and Caits lifeguard swam her back to shore. It was prettty eventful. Oh ya and as I was standing there all concerned a wave came up and took my bottoms with it. Luckily I was quick like a cheetah and I pulled those suckers on so fast, but not fast enough for Rhett and Cait who were lucky enough to get a glimpse of my sweet cheeks. Me and Cait could not stop laughing although I was pretty embarrased and Rhett just sort of stood there. It wasnt as bad as the day before though when it happened to Cait cept it was her top... Rhett was there for that too. Guess he was the lucky one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043642386777602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1OrslWhgI/AAAAAAAAArw/jjL1h1D_tNA/s320/California+dreaming+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that night we stayed with Missy at her house. It was fun being with the girls again, I miss them so much and we always have a good time. After we all got showered we went down to Laguna Beach and walked around the town and talked on the beach. It was real nice, and Missy and Jackie and Julie and Kent came and met up with us. I ended up staying with them and everyone else went back and slept. But the rest of us took a thousand pictures of ourselves like usual. It was fun like always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381044609210861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1Pj-SLRsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/GSOXWfQ1iEM/s320/california+lovers+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday we all got up and got ready to head home. We were planning on stopping at the San Diego Temple and then going back to La Jolla for a little while longer to hang out before we left. So we left missys and went to Dennys for breakfast and then drove to the temple. When we got there Adam went to look for his camera to take some pictures and couldnt find it. Of course he had left it back in Mission Viejo at the Dennys so we walked around the temple took a couple pictures and then Me Adam and Cait went back while Nick Rhett and Kelsey went back home. All in all it wasnt bad. I think I laughed more on that trip than anywhere else. My stomach was literally sore from laughing on the way home. It was alot of fun and im so glad we ended up going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381043663035334690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1Os5gWgCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/PFhU3K0PpHg/s320/California+dreaming+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-7779200266476058980?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/7779200266476058980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=7779200266476058980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7779200266476058980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7779200266476058980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-day-of-labor.html' title='My Day of Labor'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sq1OsBdAuLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/OysEOcdDpZ0/s72-c/California+dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-8666091817163228119</id><published>2009-08-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:05:45.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to the summer??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nOE1UozI/AAAAAAAAArY/Yh-9UZ_2oIw/s1600-h/4th+Ave.+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372556003245335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nOE1UozI/AAAAAAAAArY/Yh-9UZ_2oIw/s320/4th+Ave.+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is basically over and I cant believe how fast its gone by. This summer was pretty good though, I've had alot of fun and met alot of new people. Its weird that school is starting up again and im not going back. Im so sad im not going back to Thatcher this semester! Im so jealous hearing everyone talking about going back while im staying in Tucson. Im gonna stand by my decision of not going back though despite everyones negative opinion. I think it will do me good to take this semester off. Fortunatley for me I got a legit job. Im working at the same dental lab that I've been working at all summer, cept they made me official and im on the pay roll now :] I work full time and I drive all around town and do things in the office. I really like it so far and am so glad to be working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know I moved out across town with my bf Caitlin Rand. We live in a ghetto apartment. Its not that ghetto though, its really not even bad. It's 2 bedroom and 1 bath, me and Cait are currently sharing the big bedroom leaving us with our "office". Its pretty cool, everyone thinks were lesbians for sharing 1 room when we could both have our own haha. We are kinda sorta looking for a roomate, so if anyone knows of anyone looking for a place by the UofA let us know. No crazy girls or cougars, please and thank you :]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372555991288096626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nNYSfp3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ZSzgK6arbJ8/s320/4th+ave.+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who wouldnt wanna live with us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the 4th ave. re-opening thing last night. It was fun, I like 4th ave alot. There are lots of crazies but the shops are really cool. Me and Cait decided to take a cute little tour on a bike taxi. It was awesome haha. Mike our biker drove us up and down and all around. I reccomend everyone do one... Here's a couple pictures from the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372556021248846626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nPH5sayI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZgyweT_64Ts/s320/4th+Ave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372556014494965714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nOuvcX9I/AAAAAAAAArg/zxFMTQrOjAE/s320/4th+Ave.+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This weird guy basically molested me right before the picture thats why my arm is weirdly placed. Im not sure who he is or why we even took a picture with him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-8666091817163228119?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/8666091817163228119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=8666091817163228119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8666091817163228119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8666091817163228119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happened-to-summer.html' title='What happened to the summer??'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/So8nOE1UozI/AAAAAAAAArY/Yh-9UZ_2oIw/s72-c/4th+Ave.+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-5043163949706042293</id><published>2009-07-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:31:52.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362218041315459170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps5fjMgGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8HnwSPde5iw/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ok, so I lied. It wasnt the best day but it was a good one. I have a list of things I want to do in life. Most of its in my head but I have some of it written down as well. One of those things is to ride the city bus! Today was the day it got crossed off my list. I met up with Adam and Nick today for lunch and Adam happened to have the day off as well so when Nick went back to work me and Adam were talking and I told him how I wanted to ride the bus and we decided to go. Adam kept asking where I wanted to go but I had no clue, so we decided to ride it down to Caitlins work. We waited and waited for route 5 but it wasnt coming so we switched. We rode one to downtown then hopped on one that took us to Craycroft. There are so many creepy people. I dont think i'd ever ride it by myself. But we did meet one boy who was kinda cool. We've been searching for someone who knows how to jerk, (it's a type of dance) and before today we hadnt met anyone who even knew what it was. But he said he'd been practising. He was really weird too. We missed the bus that took us to whatever street we needed so me and Adam walked the rest of the way. Im just glad it wasnt any hotter than it was. Note to self: Bring water next time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362218055248799250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps6TdKZhI/AAAAAAAAArA/FT6-q19fTKk/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362218067095150834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps6_ljYPI/AAAAAAAAArI/UPIY4fhZ-SI/s320/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My jerkin friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362218048489435954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps56RmszI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wVhmst1Xm8U/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Best dollar I ever spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the rest of my summer its been pretty good. Im still looking for a permanent job, im hoping things with Wells Fargo work out. We had a family reunion back in June. It was a good time, it always is. Somehow me and 3 other of my cousins convinced ourselfs that it would be a cool idea to volunteer to set up the reunion after the next one. I will be 23 but I dont know if I'll be any better at it. After we got home me and Caitlin moved into our apartment. Apparently places exist that dont have lights. Our apartment came with a light in the kitchen and the bathroom but other than that theres nothing. Its so weird. But we have one lamp now, we sit in the dark alot. Other than the no lights aspect its cool. The place is slightly ghetto but not horrible. I havent really taken any pictures. I took Adam Caitlin Nick and Rhett to Thatcher a few weeks ago to pick up my futon. They hated it. I was so sad. I love that place like no other. My fondest memories are from there and its so hard to bring people there and have them understand. But we have a couple pictures from there and thats about all. I'll take some of our new place sometime and put them up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362218035986560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps5Lsr9EI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Jy-l7fWru0g/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Caitlin found these african dresses at Ross. They were awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh ya, next week I turn 2o! How weird is that? Presents always welcome :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Had I known we were gonna ride the bus after lunch I might have actually gotten dressed for the occasion. I had been cleaning our apartment all morning, thats why I look so goood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-5043163949706042293?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/5043163949706042293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=5043163949706042293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5043163949706042293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5043163949706042293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-day.html' title='The Best Day'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Smps5fjMgGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8HnwSPde5iw/s72-c/DSC01556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-8526727001120893164</id><published>2009-05-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:05:47.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522853149658610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxCD2zfI/AAAAAAAAApo/68OW6ry-M3M/s320/4308_191243920625_739785625_6838337_7108903_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This semester is finally over. I cant believe how fast it went by. This last semester has definatly been my favorite so far though I think. I loved my roomates and I dont think I have ever laughed more than I have in the last few months. Me, Jackie, Julie and Missy got along really well and did everything together. We were lucky enough to have 4 girls who rarely got sick of eachother, although we had our times they were limited. The last few weeks were really fun. Again we waited till the very end to make new friends and actually hang out, but it was really fun. We lost our beloved Taylor. He was like our 7th roomate. He was constantly at our house and although we hated him a good 50% of the time, it wouldnt have been nearly as much fun without him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335525123341011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguX1LLpyJI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/P01wbzjiA7E/s320/n502267085_1630601_2231692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taylor drew himself in our picture...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The weekend before finals we went to California for the weekend to pick up Missy's dads FJ Cruiser so she could get all her stuff back home. We went to Laguna Beach that night and went looking for "LC's house". Missy and Julie were sick the whole time so it wasnt to fun for them. Me and Jackie made it all the way home after sharing beds with them and spending a good 2 days in the car with them without getting sick. We were so proud. Monday night after we got back I felt it coming on. That night we decided to burn our couch. It was deemed the scorpion couch after Jackie was bit by a scorp and had to be rushed to the ER. True story I might add. It was a good time, the turnout was better than expected although we didnt really know any of the people that came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522856392540370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxOJBQNI/AAAAAAAAApw/PqIYnAbmuZE/s320/4308_191243965625_739785625_6838344_3157308_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I dont know if I ever talked about our neighbors. They were hard core rednecks. But we liked them, they were very helpful with whatever we needed. There were 3 of them in the beginning but they had a few friends move in over the year. They were often found in the front yard drinking with their friends tryin to talk to us girls. They were a good time. They gave us some fireworks one night and Jackie had a ball with them. She got way more than anyone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522860782372818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxefox9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/AhUPnvkeMSs/s320/4308_191244585625_739785625_6838355_5489298_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finals went well. I think. My english class was my favorite. Our teacher was in the high council and has got to be one of the funniest weirdest people I've ever met. Me Jackie and Missy all had that class together and I think we were definatly his favorite. Jackie found out he had a son going to school there so she always joked that she was going to date him so she could get an A. So one day in class I told him that Jackie liked his son and although he made fun of it alot Im pretty sure he liked the idea of it. He would always talk about it. And then the night of our final when Jackie handed in her paper, he wrote down his sons number and gave it to her. It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been home Ive come to realize how nasty we must have smelled. Our apartment smelt like a nasty motel room and it didnt seem to bad after a little while. I guess we just grew accoustomed to it because when I got home the smell made me so sick. My truck smells like smokey hooker and so do all my clothes. I just hope it wasnt that bad at school. No wonder we didnt have friends lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be gone but at the same time my life is so much more boring. I miss all the girls and all our jokes. Its hard to bring Beau and Bailey in on my jokes since most of them dont make sense to other people and their not "age appropriate". Although they were saying DWAM today. My mom didnt like that one to much... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522857958675810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxT-alWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5GR1ka7U4jg/s320/4308_191244010625_739785625_6838351_1690543_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said we had some good times and I cant wait to have some more. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522854346705330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxGhQSbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/D5H5qrXnRfk/s320/4308_191244005625_739785625_6838350_2185310_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-8526727001120893164?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/8526727001120893164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=8526727001120893164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8526727001120893164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/8526727001120893164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-over.html' title='Its Over!!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SguVxCD2zfI/AAAAAAAAApo/68OW6ry-M3M/s72-c/4308_191243920625_739785625_6838337_7108903_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-5285184155243876142</id><published>2009-04-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:02:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Long One</title><content type='html'>Wow. Im going to be 20 in a couple months. I cannot believe it. From what I hear it only goes downhill from here haha. But really, thats what i've been told. Anyways, I was thinking about the past few years and this is where im at in my thinking process...&lt;br /&gt;-I graduated from high school 2 years ago! I have nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;- Im about to make my 2 year school a 3 year school.&lt;br /&gt;-I have no idea what to do with my life. I want to do so much but dont know how I could.&lt;br /&gt;- I cant decide if leaving EA not married is an epic fail, or a success?&lt;br /&gt;- Should I move to Utah? I have no "family" up there. Could I handle being away from my parents?&lt;br /&gt;- What am I supposed to do in my life. Do I want to go on a mission?&lt;br /&gt;- P.S. Im failing my math class, did I mention its the second lowest math class they offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been talking with my roomates alot lately (not that we dont talk). But for the most part were all kind of scattered on what to do with our lives. Its freakin hard! Missy has decided to move back home to California to be closer to family and start over. I dont know what im supposed to do without her! Missy was my first best friend in college. I love her to death, we've had our moments just like everyone else but here we are still friends!&lt;br /&gt;Jackie is just as lost as me! She's more vocal about it but were definantly in the same boat. She has a little more motivation than me though, she is going to Pennslyvania this summer to teach little jewish kids how to dance. But she's not quite sure of what she should do when she gets back. Does she want to come back? Does she want to move home? Should she stay east coast?&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what I would do if I didnt come back. Where do I go. Im sure I could move back to Tucson, perhaps sleep on the couch at home for a few months but I dont really know if I want to move back to Tucson. I like going home for the weekends and hanging out with my family but would it be the same if I made it permanent? It would be hard to come back here without the girls I live with. Im not to friendly I guess. I dont really try to make new friends so coming back without everyone would be a shocker. It wouldnt even be the same, so would I like it here even if it was different? I dont know that I would. Were more homebodies then anything so going out and doing things with different people is a foreign concept to me! So maybe it would be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here are some pictures of the last semesters. I havent posted any in forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julie and me on one of our epic hikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygYUlSCI/AAAAAAAAApY/LNV9MGwEoV8/s1600-h/n739785625_6143528_6827533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691810301823010" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygYUlSCI/AAAAAAAAApY/LNV9MGwEoV8/s320/n739785625_6143528_6827533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Landon. My boss. he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygawJ1BI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VU39o6v8Iko/s1600-h/n739785625_6143518_1731908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691810954335250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygawJ1BI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VU39o6v8Iko/s320/n739785625_6143518_1731908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played scum everyday for hours for like 2 months straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygD-yuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/fmfR-chbHdo/s1600-h/n739785625_6143506_1584774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691804841720482" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygD-yuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/fmfR-chbHdo/s320/n739785625_6143506_1584774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again an "epic" hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygEyE-6I/AAAAAAAAApA/dM4OdOV8FpE/s1600-h/n577493078_1732102_6642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691805056826274" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygEyE-6I/AAAAAAAAApA/dM4OdOV8FpE/s320/n577493078_1732102_6642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackie and me in the firetruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sdpyf_3i8iI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8asb8o9rMuE/s1600-h/2568_141457030025_734360025_6064465_8313580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691803737584162" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sdpyf_3i8iI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8asb8o9rMuE/s320/2568_141457030025_734360025_6064465_8313580_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our poker faces. Obviously its a good thing I dont play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321693504707899858" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/Sdp0DAeeMdI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZBd1RUwQzmY/s320/n765587346_1441661_6446064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Literally this is what my life has consisted of for the most part over the last few months. Scum, hikes, long drives, more scum, work, and occasionaly school :] &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/1460430483289461828-5285184155243876142?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/5285184155243876142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=5285184155243876142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5285184155243876142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5285184155243876142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-another-rant.html' title='It&apos;s A Long One'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SdpygYUlSCI/AAAAAAAAApY/LNV9MGwEoV8/s72-c/n739785625_6143528_6827533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3942102893544519622</id><published>2008-12-16T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:19:25.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overall Grade: D-</title><content type='html'>We'll start this one back about a year and a half ago right before I leave for college. My dad is Mr. Safety with everything! Everything is locked turned off and anything else you can do to ensure safety. Its about a million degrees outside and Dad tells me its time that I learn how to change a tire. First thing he tells me "Danni get some shoes on were changing your tire." "Dad its freakin hot outside and I dont wear shoes." "Do you think that your only going to get a flat in the dark, your going to be wishing you had shoes on when your getting burned on the side of the highway." "Ah whatever. I'll just have someone else change it." So I go get ready come outside and dads got everything put out on the driveway. He gets down and shows me how to take off the hubcap, then shows me how to losen the bolts in the star shape before I jack the truck up. We proceed to jack it up and get the tire off and all along im standing there burning up while he's asking, "did you see what I just did? Would you be able to find that?, Do you know where to put that?" And of course im like "yup, saw that dad, oh I could do that easy." Anyways after he shows me what to do he goes in the garage gets a chair and says "your turn". I was like what are you kidding me. So I start doing everything, he's still telling me what I need to do, I obviously didnt learn a thing. About 6 hours later I get done and Im like Im not worried I'll never have to do that!&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday. Im on my way to Sierra Vista as im doing my moms run. Im driving down the highway and I go to pass this truck thats going slow so I go to the left lane. As I attempt to pass him he speeds up. Were going a little over 80 mph and as I look behind me I see the grandma and grandpa I passed a while ago who were going no faster than 50 mph impatiently swerving behind me and then the truck I was attempting to pass. He seemed aggitated by our litte "mexican road block" we had going on. Grandpa couldnt calm down enough for me to slow down to get back over so as soon as he got back behind me, I quickly slowed down and got right back behind the truck. As the sweet old couple pass me grandma looks at me and flips me off. "Merry Christmas to you too old hag!" Im pretty sure I said something "along those lines" right back to her. But as I look forward again A piece of metal had fallen off the truck and I was aimed right towards it. Before I could do anything I hit it dead on with my front tire! I yelled out a "sshhhiiiiioooooot" or something like that and pulled off immediatly. I knew right away I was screwed. I tried calling my dad but he didnt answer so I called my mom and first words out of her mouth are " You know your dads going to give you so much crap about this right?" Thanks mom. Anywho I waited for about 45 min to an hour waiting for my dad to come while in the meantime almost getting hit by some crazy mexican driving down the shoulder of the highway going like 60 mph. But my dad comes and we drive down the shoulder for a while till we get to the exit and get to gas city. Dad changes my tire in his dress clothes after I offer to do it. After its all done he's looking at me and was like "Im pretty sure you failed the test." "1. You couldnt have changed your tire without me. *true. 2. The flashlight you brought me was dead. The whites of my eyes were brighter than that! *true again. 3. Your wearing flip flops. I can see you running away from the creep that tries to help you. At least you can kick back in shoes. *true. 4. The one thing you did good at was pulling off far enough and not going after the hubcap. (The hubcap literally flew through the air after we hit.) So your overall grade is a D-.&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note...My dad also got a flat tire that day after work. He sure is a trooper! 1 new tire and 1 new rim later were ready to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SUiZfio4NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/TOFm0PLWcyE/s1600-h/Swim+Meet+and+sun+splash+pics+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280639330245162274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SUiZfio4NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/TOFm0PLWcyE/s320/Swim+Meet+and+sun+splash+pics+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"LeRoy" My hero :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3942102893544519622?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3942102893544519622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3942102893544519622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3942102893544519622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3942102893544519622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/12/overall-grade-d.html' title='Overall Grade: D-'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SUiZfio4NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/TOFm0PLWcyE/s72-c/Swim+Meet+and+sun+splash+pics+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-2510833496509315552</id><published>2008-11-19T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:18:11.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>Lately Ive been thinking about myself. Not in an overly obsessed way, but Ive been thinking about how I am compared to other people around me and Ive come to realize I think im a little odd. Here's 15 little "fun facts" about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Im a little "anti-social".&lt;/em&gt; Ive been thinking alot about this one lately and ive realized im perfectly fine sitting at home just hanging out or watching a movie. I dont need to be around large quantities of people. I actually hate that. I get annoyed really easy, espicially by idiotic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Im a major hypochondriac&lt;/em&gt;. Ask my mother. I have had any and every major disease you can think of. I think im slowly getting a little better though. Taking my CNA class really freaked me out at first, espicially when we first talked about MRSA. I have never been more sure that Iwas going to die as I was that day. I really almost started crying in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I think im funny&lt;/em&gt;. Is that bad? I hear people say that when you think your funny your really not, but I think im an exception to that rule. Maybe im more of a rude funny. Lets just say Im extremly sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I hate hate hate the cold&lt;/em&gt;. More than anything in the whole world I hate coldness. It gets me like no other. I hate snow, other than looking at it, it serves no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;*Actually there is one thing I like about the cold and thats what it does to the day. It gives it this look and feel that you dont get at anyother time. You can look outside and just tell by looking at the cloudless sky that its gonna be a chilly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Im a creature of the night&lt;/em&gt;. I love night time. It has an opposite affect on me, during the day is usually when im tired. I can think about going to bed all day long and when the time comes to actually go to sleep, I cant. I wish I was more of a morning person. There's something about the mornings that I love. I wished I loved it enough to get up and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I chew 2 pieces of gum&lt;/em&gt;. Always. I think it all started with my grandma when I was young, she would always let me chew as many as I had wanted and it just stuck with me. Chewing 1 piece just doesnt work out. I think I go through a pack a day...seriously. Hey at least im not a smoker right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Im addicted to Dr. Pepper&lt;/em&gt;. I could drink only it for the rest of my life and it probably wouldnt be enough. I have however controlled it to only drinking 1 (or maybe 2) a day. It was getting a little outrageous so I had to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I wear flip-flops constantly. &lt;/em&gt;I really cant remember the last time I wore shoes during the day. I wear them to work only because I have to. And I only wear rainbow flip-flops...not rainbow colored ones, the brand. Its they way they fit. I cant find it in any other brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Im a people watcher. &lt;/em&gt;I could sit and observe people forever. I love watching people. creepy?...maybe a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I like everything big. &lt;/em&gt;I like big bags, sunglasses, you name it I like it big, I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I like Britney Spears.&lt;/em&gt; Say what you want about her but I will love her forever. She had her crazy times but she has come back and will be better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I hate glass cups. &lt;/em&gt;They get all scratchy after you wash them and the way they feel is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me! I cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I HATE napkins.&lt;/em&gt; If theres one thing I hate more than Joe Nathan and glass cups its napkins. Espicially when other people use them. Its the feel and noise they make when its rubbed together. It drives me nuts and makes me cringe all over! I will never use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;I love the piano.&lt;/em&gt; If I could be amazing at anything, it would be the piano. I really love it when guys can play its instant love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-2510833496509315552?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/2510833496509315552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=2510833496509315552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2510833496509315552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2510833496509315552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-4687294792503661142</id><published>2008-11-18T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:58:40.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know why everything is underlined!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I only have 1 more Saturday of clinicals and I have never been so thrilled and kinda sad at the same time. It sucks waking up so early on my Saturdays to go wipe butts but I really love all those little old people no matter how mean they can be. There pretty fun. I hope to go back to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;This last week we moved! Im no longer trailer trash...just white trash now :] But me, Kalie, Julie, Missy, and Jackie all live together in a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment. Its really cute I like it alot. Way better than the trailer mansion. It kinda happened really fast. We were driving around one night and saw the sign we called the guy the next day to see if it was still open and it was so I set up to see it the next day. I went and looked liked it alot! So we called him back asked him some questions, im pretty sure he was really annoyed by my calls after the first few so he was kinda rude and I was scared to talk to him more. Anyways after a long series of events and a $1500 deposit later (he totally ripped us off) we are all partially moved in :] Ill put up more pictures later. But really everyone can come visit now and I wont be ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little recap on Halloween and such...&lt;br /&gt;-Halloween was definantly not worth it this year. I had clinicals the next day so I was really worried about staying out to late and not waking up in the morning. Anyways we went to the institute dance, so dumb! I think im a little anti-institute. I really dont like to ever go to the dances or activities they put on, its nothing against them, I actually think im a little anti-social. But thats a totally different thing. Anywyas, after the institute dance we went to my friend Jace's house. Him and his friends always throw huge parties and they're usually alot of fun, this one however was insane. It was disgusting watching people "dance" on eachother. I felt so dirty being there. It was sick. I think its funny that girls think Halloween is the one day its ok to be a dirty slut. I was sicked out at how many girls squeezed everything they had into little lingerie tidbits so the could be bunny's and devils. EW!! Is all I had to say. If I ever saw my daughter in anything like those girls were wearing Id shave her head and ground her for a year. It was disapointing more than anything to see guys from our ward doing the dirty with these girls while dancing. FREAKING SICK!! So that was a sad night for me espicially seeing a guy that I liked dancing so provacative with some girl. I was so turned off and even now...no matter how good looking he is....everytime I see him I just picture what he was doing in my mind and I get that disgusted shiver down my body.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I think its all I've down with myself the past few weeks. School is good now. I ended up withdrawling from anatomy. I talked to my teacher about everything and she was real understanding and I just told her I'd take it another time. So I feel so relieved! I need to get myself motivated Im just not exactly sure how to do that right now :/&lt;br /&gt;As for my love life...haha its still pretty non existant. I talk to Alton everynow and then. Ive been borrowing movies from him so I went over there last night and he showed us his kitchen. Its moving along real well. He's done alot and like I sad earlier its gonna be a sweet kitchen. I dont really know what to do about any of it. (I really hope he never reads this!!) He's a real cool guy though, I think I kinda like him im just not real sure what to do about it? I cant read him at all. Its a frustrating thing lemme tell ya! My roomates think I should make him cookies or something but I dont know if I could. haha I think its a little to forward...not even that I would just feel incrediably dumb taking cookies to his house. So if anyone has ideas let me know :]&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few pictures from Halloween...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZ_5jG0I/AAAAAAAAAng/B0mXRObi4lQ/s1600-h/halloweenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134500928723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZ_5jG0I/AAAAAAAAAng/B0mXRObi4lQ/s320/halloweenie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whitney, Haley and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZinXOWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/onp-5lXCkNU/s1600-h/halloween+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134493067819362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZinXOWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/onp-5lXCkNU/s320/halloween+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZeGgmiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KzU-Z4sybLI/s1600-h/halloween+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134491856280098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZeGgmiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KzU-Z4sybLI/s320/halloween+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im not exactly sure what Jenson was but jackie was a cowgirl, Lacey was a goddess, Missy was 80's and I was a hippie :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-4687294792503661142?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/4687294792503661142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=4687294792503661142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4687294792503661142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4687294792503661142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-why-everything-is.html' title='I dont know why everything is underlined!!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SSNHZ_5jG0I/AAAAAAAAAng/B0mXRObi4lQ/s72-c/halloweenie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1787916296965939750</id><published>2008-11-09T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:56:54.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the last few weeks have been okay. I started clinicals 3 weeks ago and they have been a doozy! The first week of clinicals I was so nervous I had no clue what to expect and I felt like I had no clue what I was doing. Which is partially true... Anyways. We start off by meeting in the front room. We usually sit in there for like 30 min waiting for everyone. Its so annoying, we might as well start at 7:30 so I can sleep a little longer. Anyways we leave and then we go to whatever end were going to and we get the residents ready for breakfast. We get them in the rooms they need and then we get all their trays to them. The Garden Room is for the residents that need help eating. My first day I was in that room and I had to feed 3 of them at the same time. It was intense. One lady had to be reminded to swallow, the other lady was deaf and blind and she sleeps through everything. I had to touch her shoulder to wake her up and she would just lift up her head a little and then open her mouth so I'd shovel food in her mouth. Dangerous I know! And then the other woman (who pops up later on in the story) just speaks jiberish. She can fully understand you and everynow and then if you make her mad enough, she'll spit out a few cuss words at you. She's very hostile lets just say that. Anyways after breakfast is over we wheel the people back to their rooms and trasfer everyone into beds and just answer call lights from then on out. Back to my first day though, Im walking down the hall and this girl grabs me and says I need help getting this guy to the bathroom so come help me. I was like what! Oh crap. So anyways we go and we get him into the bathroom and get him stood up because he cant even get his pants or breif off and he's standing there and the girl starts to get his pants down and he farts...it was probably the longest sickest fart ever, I swear it was like a min long. Me and Heather just bust up laughing though, of course its a silent laugh and he cant see us so we were safe. So when he's done with it she goes in again to pull them down and again he farts. Same thing we start laughing so hard and he doesnt acknowledge it at all! He was just like well what are you waiting for! So we get his pants down and she starts taking off his breif and it was like a cloud of fart that just hits her. Her face was hilarious it was just disgusting! So we get him situated and leave him to do his thing and were just waiting outside his door for him to call us. He finally gets done and Heather the girl im with was like Danni you cant wipe for him and I was like uh no thanks! I was walking around trying to find something to do so wouldnt have to but as I walk into the bathroom he turns his rump right towards me and was like well what are you waiting for? So I grab some toilet paper and I start wiping and this big ole poop log comes out of his butt and he was like "Thar she goes" I was so disgusted! So I keep wiping, its real hard because I dont know how hard to wipe because alot of old people get so mad if we hurt them...obviously. So im wiping and I throw a piece of toilet paper into the toilet and I miss! So I bend down to pick it up and as im coming back up my face was literally centimeters away from his butt! He could have blown out a fart or pooped and it would have been all over my face. It was scary I was so worried about just brushing up against it! Needless to say it was ridiculous and scary and kinda funny now looking back on it all. That was probably the funniest part of that day. My second clinical was horrible. I dont know what it was but the smell was horrible that day. I was disgusted by the staff and that they let it get that bad! But I just had a few bad expierences. I dont want to talk about it ha. And then clinical 3 which was yesterday was really good. I talked to alot of the old people and they are alot of fun. One guy who lives there is 102 yrs old and he can walk around and he talks, he is seriously so funny! But he was a billionaire before he came and he has a ton of letters on his wall from a building company, he donated the money to build 2,000 houses. He owns the copyright of the original 10 Commandments movie. He donated like 2 billion dollars to our church and the prophet wrote him a letter thanking him and wishing him a happy birthday. He donated all the rest of his money to other random charities and church's because he doesnt have any relatives and he said he just wanted to die broke. His wife died at this nursing home so he said he plans on living there till he dies too. He's a cool guy. But now back to the lady at the begining of my story. This lady had been sitting in her chair all day. She didnt want to be moved and most of the CNA's just kinda leave her alone. So they just let her sit there all day in the same breif. So me and this other girl go in and kinda explain to her what were doing and she just starts freaking out and yelling all these things but we just get her up and move her and we have to change her breif and she flips! She was swinging right and left and she slapped me right across my face! I was so mad and then she throws in "go to hell!" It was intense. But yesterday was probably the best day Ive had! I played bingo with them for an hour! It was great. Ill be done in 2 weeks I cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now on to my date. Last night I went on my date with Alton. It was a blind date kind of thing and Kalie and her friend Shawn just kinda set the whole thing up. But anyways he picked me up at 6:30 and we went to eat. He took me to La Paloma this restaruant in solomon. It was pretty good. I got 3 shredded beef flour enchiladas or something like that. They were kidna hot but really good. On the way their we talked about how he ended up in Safford, the whole mine thing thats going on, Just kinda everything. It was good. At the restaraunt we kinda just did the same thing. He is a plane mechanic but he flies as well so we talked about that forever. It was good, it was just us 2 so I was freaking out the whole time about how akward I thought it was going to be but it turned out pretty good. We had our akward silences but they were minimal haha and it wasnt that bad. After dinner we went to the movie theatre...we have 7 movies playing here and we hadn't heard of any of them. So we decided to go to his house and watch one of his. When we got there we checked out his house, he bought it from his grandma so she could retire but now he is re-doing alot of it. He's starting with the kitchen. It is a mess haha there is an akward wall in his kitchen so he ripped it out. He took down all the cabinets its literally a mess. There was plaster all over the floor and there's no tile it was funny. But he explained what he's going to do, he is going to have an awesome kitchen when he is done though. His whole house will be really nice. But we finally got into the living room and we looked at all his movies. I hadnt seen alot of them so he was picking out ones he said I needed to watch but we narrowed it down to a few and we ended up with "Top Secret". hahaha it was the weirdest movie, picture Airplane but 10 times worse. Before we could watch it though he had to move all the random stuff thats all shoved in the living room. He has basically everything his grandparents had still and everything that the rest of the family didnt take is shoved into this room while he's redoing the kitchen. I felt helpless just watching him. He had to move this big china cabinet and a grandfather clock, it was way to much for just a movie, but he was a sport and moved it all himself. The movie was funny but definatley a one time watch. He felt bad I didnt like it, he was like you should have just told me to turn it off we could have watched another one! But it was ok. After that it was kinda akward again...no misty we didnt make out... it would have been nice though hahaha. But we just sat there and talked about all his plans for the rest of the house. We talked about hurling, he's really into that, and we talked about photography. He is big into that and he has a real talent. That took up alot of time. After that we went into his office and he showed me a lot of pictures on flickr that he's done, he is seriously so good. We watched a little bit of a hurling game so I could see what it was all about, and let me tell you its the craziest sport ever! Look it up its intriguing. But all in all it was good. He took me home after that and that was our date. He seems like a cool guy. It was kinda weird at first like I said but in the end we kinda warmed up to eachother. We'll see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-1787916296965939750?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1787916296965939750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1787916296965939750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1787916296965939750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1787916296965939750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3797113652350644608</id><published>2008-10-28T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:04:33.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the last few days i've been thinking alot about how thankful and blessed I am to have the family I do. Ive been talking with friends and listening to all the hardships and trials their families have been through, and it made me think of my own family and how grateful I am for them and all they do for me. So I wanted to take the time to say thank you to them for everything they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom, where do I begin? Im so grateful for everything you do for me. Your always there to listen to all my whining and complaining about the things that happen in my life. You give me good advice for just about everything. Im glad that you talk to me and you make it sound like you want to talk and listen to all my gossip. Im grateful that you are a worthy member of our church so that when me and Justin (or Dad occasionally) want to do something "bad" your there to convince us we'll go to hell and make us feel bad enough to not do it...such as my tattoo, and American Gangster...which we saw anyways haha. But im also grateful that your willing to sin with us every now and then by going to eat on Sundays occassionally :] Im also grateful that you still take me shopping although you already know that in a short period of time I will be complaning non stop about how "my legs hurt". I really enjoy the me and you time we get. I think your the only mom I know that will walk down 4th Ave. with their kid and go into all the crazy shops...and dance around in parachute pants...just to help me find boots and a hippie shirt. And last but not least im so grateful for all the times you've taken me to the doctor for cancerous freckels on the bottom of my foot, all the rare diseases I was positive I had, and anything else incredibly dumb ive thought I had, any other parent would tell me to suck it up and go to school. I am positive though that one day I will be able to say "I told you I was sick!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad. Oh how I love you. Im so grateful for everything you do for our family. Im incrediably grateful that you are a worthy preisthood holder and that I know that I can come to you for anything. Im also so grateful that you go to a job you hate everyday so that we will have the stuff we need. I really enjoy when you wake me up at the butt crack of dawn so we can go to IHOP to eat breakfast and talk about life when I come home on the weekends. (we need to do it again!) I love that you know the words to all the songs from my "era" such as Beyonce's Irreplaceable, and any Gwen Stefani song. I love that you watch Rob &amp;amp; Big and that you laugh as hard as you do watching it. I love talking to you and listening to the advice you give to me as well. Im so grateful that you are Mr. Safety. Im glad that your always checking my truck for me when I go home and changing the oil and filling up the tires for me. I love when I come home at night and tell you "im home" and the first thing that you say everytime is "did you lock door?" "nope dad its wide open". Its a comfort thing haha. Surprisingly it has all rubbed off on me. I HATE when the lights are left on in here, and Im constantly worried about someone leaving the oven on and our TM blowing up. "SOMETHINGS BURNING!!" hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Justin. Oh how I love you too dear brother. Im really grateful that you served an honorable mission. It affected my life for the positive and im glad that I have you to look up to. Im so glad that you and I have a good relationship and that I can call you whenever I need anything. Im glad that you and Makenzie have the relationship you do. Its hard to stay worthy in a relationship thats lasted that long. Sounds weird but I really admire that. Im really glad you did the Border Patrol thing. I think that you should stay with it and try again. Dont let it discourage you. Do what you want to do and dont let anything stop you! You have so much potential to do whatever you want. Just figure that out and "do work son" Also, Im glad that you can admit im the funniest person you know. It means alot haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beau and Bailey. Ill start with Beau... You are so funny. Ill give you that much. Really though, im glad you came along. I feel like we have a close little relationship and that we are bonded in a weird way. We are both the same in so many ways and I like that about you because that means you'll be really cool. But really, you are really a sweet boy when your not biting your lip and are getting ready to punch Bailey. Id be careful around her Im pretty sure she could take you! Your so smart and your really good at skateboarding. Just do what you want and stay sweet haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bailey. Im so glad you came along too! Im grateful that you look up to me like you do and even when im not very nice to you, you still do and say nice things to me. Im so grateful for all the notes and bracelets you've given to me. I have them all at my house andI read them all the time! Your pretty funny and you have a cute laugh. I think your the one with the athletic gene so keep up with the sports. I really liked going to your games your really good! You are so smart and funny and nice. Just keep being you :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you guys so much and I cant wait till I come home again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3797113652350644608?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3797113652350644608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3797113652350644608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3797113652350644608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3797113652350644608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/10/grateful.html' title='Grateful.'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-2781437416989350936</id><published>2008-10-08T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:37:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Moving Up In The World!!</title><content type='html'>Well this last week or so has been really fun. I think a combination of stress and bordem helped with my past breakdown. I've been hanging out more with people which has made me feel alot better. Its nice to shake things up a bit and do something different every now and then. I got my test back in anatomy....not proud by any means but I am moving up in the world...or at least the class. I got a 67% on this one haha! Im hoping this means the next test will be in the 70's or better :] Andd I got a raise at work too woo-hoo!! I went from minimum wage to 25 cents above it! I know I know, ill be rolling in the dough in no time!&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my roomate the other day and she told me that hitting my head was the best thing thats happened to me, Im funnier and I laugh more. haha I dont exactly know how to take that one but I think she's right. I feel lighter now, not like I've lost weight or anything, but I feel free-er? I do laugh more and I havent been freakin out over everything lately. So I think she's right, my concussion did some good up there!&lt;br /&gt;I start my actual clinicals in two weeks! Im really nervous. If I do something wrong I could seriously kill one of the old folks!! Im pretty sure Id never get a license after that! haha but really I dont want to hurt anyone and Im nervous about doing something wrong. Not to mention I have to wipe some saggy butts. Ive been sicked out more from my CNA class in the past few weeks than I have my whole life so far. Its been interesting and really fun! Lets just hope all goes well :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-2781437416989350936?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/2781437416989350936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=2781437416989350936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2781437416989350936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2781437416989350936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-moving-up-in-world.html' title='Im Moving Up In The World!!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3541570726205809177</id><published>2008-10-08T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:14:23.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Well...My mom tagged me so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was 9. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;2. Had braces and glasses...I know big nerd.&lt;br /&gt;3. shared a room with Justin.&lt;br /&gt;4. loved riding my bike and rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;5. wore overalls like they were going out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my "to do" list today (or tomorrow)...&lt;br /&gt;1. Do something with my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read my scriptures and pray more. &lt;br /&gt;3. Study.&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make new friends. (Not that I dont like the ones I got.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks that I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fruit Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;2. TLC cheddar crackers.&lt;br /&gt;3. pb&amp;amp;j?&lt;br /&gt;4. hot cheetos and cream cheese. I highly reccomend it.&lt;br /&gt;5. peanut m&amp;amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy an automobile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put away for a nice house/savings for my family's education...children, husband, me, etc...&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay off my parents debt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay my parents ALL the money I owe them...or should owe them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived...&lt;br /&gt;1.Las Cruces, NM&lt;br /&gt;2. High Rolls, NM&lt;br /&gt;3. Alamogordo, NM&lt;br /&gt;4. Tucson, AZ&lt;br /&gt;5. Thatcher, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had...&lt;br /&gt;1. Quiznos.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Nanny"&lt;br /&gt;3. Brueggars Bagels.&lt;br /&gt;4. Western Wizzats. (Doesnt technically count..I worked there for like 3 weeks, and I barley ever went. WORST job ever!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. R&amp;amp;R Pizza Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...anyone who feels like doing this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3541570726205809177?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3541570726205809177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3541570726205809177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3541570726205809177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3541570726205809177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-386558030008828697</id><published>2008-09-27T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:07:52.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip(s) To The Er</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN_jU51xjLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rLjWcrwLV-A/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251165638800542898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN_jU51xjLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rLjWcrwLV-A/s320/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My failed attempt at showing everyone my nursing scrubs :] haha&lt;br /&gt;Well the week has picked up a little and was not so bad afterall. Im glad to report I did NOT have my emotional breakdown as planned, although I do think it might have done me some good. Anyways. Last night I was so adamint (sp?) about getting to bed before midnight because I knew that I was going to have my nursing clinicals ALL DAY today. So my plan was to hang out with our friend Alecc whose visting for a while and then go home at a reasonable hour. Im proud to say I did practise self control and I was home at 10 pm. I think its an all time record for me. I dont even know what we were doing but everyone was planning on going to a dance party, and as much as I looove to dance *cough cough* I dragged my grumpy butt home. When I got home however I couldnt sleep so I was just lurking people on the internet when I hear Lacey come home. This was right about the time that I got bored and I was a little excited with the idea of wearing scrubs today, so like a little kid I had them on and I was thinking about how legit I looked. But I hear Lacey digging around in the kitchen so I go out in my scrubs and asked what she was doing and she was like "I think Johnny broke his elbow!" So I went outside to check him out when he started laughing a little, it dawned on me how dumb I must look wearing my scrubs at 10:30 pm. He was like hey your a nurse can you tell me if its broke. Then I had to proceed to tell him how un-legit I am, and that im not a nurse. I asked him some questions pretending like I knew what I was doing, and my assumption came back negative on a break but their was definantly some damage done. So I follow Lacey and him to the ER and get him all checked out. It was pretty uneventful for the 3 hours we were there. So what do you do in the waiting room do you ask?....Take pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. We gained a few friends and had a photoshoot :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250885379558306818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kbqzddAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WkotAZ3NRho/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcFIuNpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/474L-isYG_E/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250885386626807442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcFIuNpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/474L-isYG_E/s320/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcbIPjvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9j08pOZKUoQ/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250885392530378482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcbIPjvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9j08pOZKUoQ/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcyRJKoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iwAlcOHo3mA/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250885398741723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN7kcyRJKoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iwAlcOHo3mA/s320/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The man of the hour. I was right, he only popped a fat pocket or something. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well...I took a slight break from this to go hang out last night. I dont remember if I ever told anyone about the monster house guys? We would play monster pong at their house all the time, but anyways we started hanging out with them again and we all wanted to do something last night. We went to the football game, and after decided to go do something. These boys are CRAZY! But their so fun. So we decided to make a big slip n slide and go play on it at a hill at the school. BAD IDEA. I dont remember any of it. I remember hitting my head only because my head hurt so bad. The last thing I remember is walking into the ER and I was so mad because I didnt have shoes and I felt so white trash. I faintly remember answering a question about what the date was and I couldnt remember that. I knew it was Sept. Thats it. I dont remember walking to the room, I dont remember driving to the hospital, I dont remember anyone coming to the slip n slide or anyone who was there. I dont even remember not remembering. This is what Ive been told haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hit my head going down the slip n slide and apparently I went down it 3 more times. My head hurt so bad and I was just sitting on the side. This girl wanted Lacey to take some pictures of everyone so Lacey asked me to go down to the bottom of the hill with her. So I went down the hill and I wasnt saying anything and I told Lacey that I couldnt remember anything and something was wrong. Lacey didnt believe me at first and she said that I said "Lacey I swear to God I dont remember anything, Something is wrong!" And I got teary eyed so she knew it was bad. Missy and Jackie came down and asked what was going on and I freaked out on Missy and was just like dont make a big deal about it, and I kept telling her not to tell anyone haha. I just told them Im losing my memory and I didnt know what was happening. I didnt remember anyone coming to the hill it was just scary. So Lacey took me to the hospital and she said I asked her the same question 14 times. She said it got to the point where she stopped answering. So we get there I get into a room and we wait. Lacey called Jono and Joseph and Trent to come and give me a blessing. I had just met Joseph that night and he was the first one to get there and when he walked into the room I couldnt remember his name. It freaked me out, im so good with names!! Anyways the doc just told me I had a concussion and to go home. I was like uh thanks. But the boys came back over to keep me up and they gave me a blessing. It was fun and im so grateful for them and that they came and hung out in the hospital with us for round 2!! haha. But really I lost my memory of a few hours and its so scary and weird. I couldnt imagine what it would be like to lose days and months or memory. But anyways, im ok haha. My neck hurts and I have a headache. I think i'll live though, no more slip in slides for me :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-386558030008828697?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/386558030008828697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=386558030008828697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/386558030008828697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/386558030008828697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/09/trips-to-er.html' title='Trip(s) To The Er'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SN_jU51xjLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rLjWcrwLV-A/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-6600495690899225317</id><published>2008-09-07T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:56:52.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mah Rooommaatteeessss :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRa0YGDeZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/demJRr079FY/s1600-h/n719630071_4142602_2285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243415722033641874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRa0YGDeZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/demJRr079FY/s320/n719630071_4142602_2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Were not exactly sure who he is...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaUh2buQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KMu4IXQuHpo/s1600-h/n719630071_4142663_9261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243415174896662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaUh2buQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KMu4IXQuHpo/s320/n719630071_4142663_9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tevye's Birthday party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaUj9DZdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZZxdLKYfrRM/s1600-h/n719630071_4142701_6402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243415175461299666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaUj9DZdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZZxdLKYfrRM/s320/n719630071_4142701_6402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneaking into the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaU46HWqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/07gN7aXGBcw/s1600-h/n719630071_4142716_2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243415181086120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRaU46HWqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/07gN7aXGBcw/s320/n719630071_4142716_2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roomates plus Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwPtmefI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dchbXYU0Poo/s1600-h/get+naked!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243414551552489970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwPtmefI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dchbXYU0Poo/s320/get+naked!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The skinny dipping group :] haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwBx60tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jCppNSCBGDg/s1600-h/n719630071_4142601_1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243414547812504274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwBx60tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jCppNSCBGDg/s320/n719630071_4142601_1976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our new friends...actually we dont know them either :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwcfsRLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/es2HP1g8acQ/s1600-h/n719630071_4142601_1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwXjL6_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/3ypWFyG6plA/s1600-h/n719630071_4142655_6369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243414553656290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwXjL6_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/3ypWFyG6plA/s320/n719630071_4142655_6369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; I live with creepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwQwvkNI/AAAAAAAAAgI/h8rirdFdURk/s1600-h/n719630071_4142658_7442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243414551834104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRZwQwvkNI/AAAAAAAAAgI/h8rirdFdURk/s320/n719630071_4142658_7442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-6600495690899225317?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/6600495690899225317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=6600495690899225317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6600495690899225317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6600495690899225317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/09/mah-rooommaatteeessss.html' title='Mah Rooommaatteeessss :]'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMRa0YGDeZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/demJRr079FY/s72-c/n719630071_4142602_2285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3232372151971554549</id><published>2008-09-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:40:45.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH LIFE.</title><content type='html'>Well life so far has been pretty hectic. I swear I feel like im in school all the time. These 3 hour classes are really getting to me. Its so hard! School has never been hard for me, Ive never really had to apply myself Ive always just coasted on by. Not anymore though, its really tuff and since ive never expierenced this before I feel like im drowning and I cant swim! I dont know what to do so im just trying to do what I can I guess. I got my schedule for clinicals for nursing last week. I start the middle of October and get done like the end of November. This means that every Saturday during these next few weeks means ill be working with the elderly from 7 am to 5 pm. I was so thrilled to be doing this 2 weeks ago but as ive talked to people who have done it before I havent come across one that had liked it even a little bit. I was like what, how can you not like the sweet old people? I come to learn the old people at Infinia are not so sweet, more like rabid beast who want to make your expierence horrible. haha maybe not that bad but I definantly havent heard one good thing about them. So now im really nervous. I do get to spend three of those Saturdays at the hospital though so it should help. Work is same as ever. I can only work like 3 days a week with my schedule so I do kinda like that aspect but I feel like im always either at work or at school. Its frustrating being the only one of my roomates having a job, im not exactly sure why I get so frustrated with that but I do. Jackie basically has a job, she' s the only one who is gone as much or more than I am. This girl is so crazy I honeslty dont know how she does it. She is a freshman who is doing cheer here but she has 18 credits. Shes a nut and she seems like shes always doing something. But I think she is my favorite, she makes us laugh so hard at least once a day. She's probably the most innocent nieve person but in a good way...kinda. Everyone needs to meet her though shes great. The trailer mansion is same as ever. My hands are sore from trying to open our bathroom door. Its a scary thing the first time it happens to you. I dont know why our door handle doesnt work but if you shut the door all the way your screwed, your not gonna be able to open the door for at least 2 to 3 min, and if you wash your hands itll probably be like 4 to 5 min before you make it out. And our bathroom is so small you get chloasterphobic because your really not sure if your going to make it out or not, there's a good chance you wont. Espicially if your home by yourself and you shut the door all the way, you might be in there for a long time. Its funny because both of our bathrooms do this but the main one isnt as bad. But when people come over to use our bathroom we usually just let them close it, then we all laugh when we hear them trying to get it open, then it gets quiet, then they knock and someone will help them. Im telling you though, its a scary expierence I think everyone needs to endure. Other than that I think thats basically all thats been happening...Here are a few pictures, ones of me and Tory before she moved away :[ and then there is one of us roomates :] and there's one of Jackie showing off her new uniform haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLqZiC5QrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7Wh-rcsj6hw/s1600-h/Jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243010640569254578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLqZiC5QrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7Wh-rcsj6hw/s320/Jackie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie's Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243007304966900402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLnXX9UirI/AAAAAAAAAfI/AS43KODzwrQ/s320/ROOOOMATES.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Roomates + Michelle :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLnXmJcSXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YPDt26iOMTc/s1600-h/Me+and+Tory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243007308775836018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLnXmJcSXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YPDt26iOMTc/s320/Me+and+Tory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Tory :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3232372151971554549?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3232372151971554549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3232372151971554549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3232372151971554549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3232372151971554549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahh-life.html' title='AHH LIFE.'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SMLqZiC5QrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7Wh-rcsj6hw/s72-c/Jackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-2132799866840060574</id><published>2008-08-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:44:18.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight we had a fireside with Mark Mabry, the guy who created the whole Reflections of Christ idea and the man who made it happen. He is an AMAZING guy. I dont know how else to put it. I have not felt the spirit so strong as I did tonight. He was so sincere and so humble about this whole project and we watched the video about the process and then watched the final product and he brought a few of the pictures and it was just honestly so amazing. I honestly dont know how to put in words the feeling of tonight and listening to him speak, I wish I could and I wish everyone could have been there because its just so inspiring. Here is the link for the Reflections of Christ. Watch it if you havent seen it or just watch it over even if you have. Its so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reflectionsofchrist.org/index.html"&gt;http://www.reflectionsofchrist.org/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just play around with it and if the video isn't here then find it. It has really made me want to be a better person. I looked back on my life over the past few months and im pretty disapointed in how its turned out. I haven't really done anything productive with myself, I havent done anything to bless or help the lives of the people around me. I've just kind of existed. And im honestly really disapointed in myself. I need to serve more and I need to be a better person. Who I am right now is not who I want to be. I think about how many times Ive chosen to read Twilight over the scriptures or how many times Ive gone to bed without praying thinking ill just do it in the morning, and I know that odds are im not gonna pray in the morning. I so badly want a closer relationship with Christ yet im not doing anything about it! Whats wrong with me, its so simple I know exactly what to do yet its so hard for me to do it! WHY IS IT SO HARD?! I dont know but what I do know is that from tonight on Im going to read my scriptures and pray daily to gain that closer relationship, im going to write in my journal pay my tithing and attend all church meetings regularly. I need to be doing this anyways right! So like I said, from here on out, ITS ON!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also went to Globe today. I really like that little town, it has a neat structure. I went down for Zach's farewell. He's going to Chiuahua Mexico...just sound it out... But Missy slept in today causing us to miss his whole talk. We got there right in time for the end of the other speaker. But still it was so good getting to see him and some other old friends before he and they left. Its so weird to think that if I was a guy i'd be getting ready to leave also. And its crazy that all the guys my age are leaving right now! I remember always talking about how weird it was gonna be when Shane and Jonathan left thinking it was so far away, but Jonathons been out for over 6 months and Shane is leaving in 2 months!! I dont even know. Just weird. I was listening to some Colbie Calliat today and I listened to her song "Older". Story of my life, and im sure everyone else's as well. But really its a good song and I think everyone should listen to it. Its my life's soundtrack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im adjusting well to the TM. I kinda dig it in a weird way. Im growing attached to this piece of crap. Everyone should come visit its glory. Im also adjusting to school. This semester is going to be top notch but at the same time crazy as heck! 3 of my 4 classes are 3 hours long!! Its so insane but I really like my teachers and im diggin the subjects so I think ill be ok. Trevor Shoemaker my old seminary teacher and my new next door neighbor is in my Anatomy Physiology class with me and were putting together a study group for our class, it should be fun I really like that class alot.And it'll be nice having him in my group because his brother took that class last semester and so we have all the notes and homework to help us!! I enjoyed that class alot in High School and its nice to kinda have an idea of what the teacher is talking about :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that not a whole lot is going on in life. Im just kinda taking it day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-2132799866840060574?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/2132799866840060574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=2132799866840060574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2132799866840060574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2132799866840060574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflections-of-christ.html' title='Reflections of Christ'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1543617283731690656</id><published>2008-08-05T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:45.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TM Part 2!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of my old apartment. I decided to put them up since no one came to visit me, and so you will all know my down-grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My old closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlec5AlVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MkGBVXLcyvg/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183278504973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlec5AlVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MkGBVXLcyvg/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kalie and Tory's old room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlepnrtUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iiZbIpzvpA4/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183281921963330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlepnrtUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iiZbIpzvpA4/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My old room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlewk0r-I/AAAAAAAAAew/Tog1rYbaA0Q/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183283789017058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlewk0r-I/AAAAAAAAAew/Tog1rYbaA0Q/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our old bathroom :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlfFj1DpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XqpQ5jgHEk8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183289421991570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlfFj1DpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XqpQ5jgHEk8/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our old kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlfQlRX9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/aoiupnvgYY0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183292380831698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlfQlRX9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/aoiupnvgYY0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new room :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjpXKA9gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kuBMIpYulCA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231181266920994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjpXKA9gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kuBMIpYulCA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "over-sized" closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjpyacENI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P_JlJtUrtVc/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231181274237636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjpyacENI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P_JlJtUrtVc/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bathroom :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjqBl_WcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0nCqLD1ozTA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231181278312618434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjqBl_WcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0nCqLD1ozTA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bathroom mirror/cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjqOsEBXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ie-Ov6KaFFw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231181281827751282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjjqOsEBXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ie-Ov6KaFFw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well...this is my new shanty apartment compared to my old one. I know, dont be to impressed though! haha Its not to bad and im sitting here with my new roomated Chelsea. She is pretty cool from what ive seen so hopefully this will be a fun semester :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1460430483289461828-1543617283731690656?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1543617283731690656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1543617283731690656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1543617283731690656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1543617283731690656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/08/tm-part-2.html' title='TM Part 2!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJjlec5AlVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MkGBVXLcyvg/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-3494346135084955047</id><published>2008-08-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:47.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Trailer Trash...I mean the Trailer Mansion :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp. I moved out of my apartment today :[ I decided I hate moving!! Its the worst. Im so disgusting right now its sick! But I moved into the TM (Trailer Mansion). Lemme tell you its a piece! Its nice compared to some of the other ones Ive seen. But non the less still a piece. The floor in my room slants. And im afraid to take a shower. I think until my other roomates move in ill be showering in the other bathroom...the pictures will tell you :] I had to do a bunch of grown up stuff today and I was so stressed out. Im sure my mom could tell how frustrated and stressed I was on the phone because I was almost in tears. Ahh I hate it. I had to get the electric and gas payed and started! It was hectic. I made it to the gas place in Pima around 1:10 and I asked the lady who was really nice and helpful if I could get my gas turned on today and she was like uh...well maybe let me call the guy so she called him and he said he could only do it at 1:30! So I had to rush home...Pima in relation to Thatcher is like having to go from our house in Tucson to the other side of town...only not in distance. Its just a pain I guess. Its actually like 10 or 15 minutes away from where im at but thats long distance here in our small town. But I make it to the TM a tad late and meet the gas man. He wanted me. He was really nice...kinda cute and very helpful. I looked horrible today. Im not wearing make-up. I have absolutley no mascara on at all which makes me look like a completly different person! I was also sporting a massive panty line- I know im ashamed to admit it! and then also sweaty pits. Not to mention the trailer was hotter then hell. I know this because it actually felt really nice when I stepped outside. You know your in trouble when outside in the middle of summer is ALOT cooler than inside your house. So here I am in all my glory sweating like a pig and my new friend Ron...or something like that...he is sweating just as bad as me while he is trying to fix my ancient stove. Im looking like an idiot trying to figure out how to work my non existant AC and trying to figure out how to work my swap cooler. Finally I asked him if he could help and he laughed. But then he couldnt do it either so I didnt feel so stupid. But we searched the TM for our breaker which is cleverly placed in the back of a closet and he messed with a few things and then it turned on! Its been blasting all day and its kinda cool now..only because the sun is no longer out. But it works. I need some fans real bad!! The pictures are going to be backwards...well in backwards order but this is it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Demon room :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPN-9Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A4waNYxu1AI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230877331358601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPN-9Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A4waNYxu1AI/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPOD4HPKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FZLk_KPP6ms/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230877332679900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPOD4HPKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FZLk_KPP6ms/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Living Room From the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPPS21y9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Nelf_hApMcM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230877353880964050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPPS21y9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Nelf_hApMcM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet Table and Chairs :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKs-C-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAco/4cIBGRRBQY0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872366132652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKs-C-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAco/4cIBGRRBQY0/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKtWZ1odI/AAAAAAAAAcw/c0WDQJnfnHY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872372670996946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKtWZ1odI/AAAAAAAAAcw/c0WDQJnfnHY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKtkdRdwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GAKuBHC8XPU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872376443500290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKtkdRdwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GAKuBHC8XPU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Pantry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKuKR5llI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OKM9W9MiXiY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872386596345426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKuKR5llI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OKM9W9MiXiY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Demon Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKuen3N-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/_B88vFBQ4DE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872392057173986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfKuen3N-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/_B88vFBQ4DE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Front Room when you first walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfGZohO2xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ht7VVnw2DNc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867635889953554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfGZohO2xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ht7VVnw2DNc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer Mansion #27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfEabGzClI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/s0IIjm8pStI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230865450446031442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfEabGzClI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/s0IIjm8pStI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a few more pictures of it...it doesnt do it justice lol. Ill put those up later though!! This was just a little tease :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-3494346135084955047?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/3494346135084955047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=3494346135084955047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3494346135084955047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/3494346135084955047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-trailer-trashi-mean-trailer.html' title='Welcome to Trailer Trash...I mean the Trailer Mansion :]'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SJfPN-9Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A4waNYxu1AI/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-6547560094527719781</id><published>2008-07-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:35:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Going On A Mission!!!</title><content type='html'>Elder Shane Clarence Smith is called to....The Guatemala Guatemala City South Mission, Spanish Speaking. Leaving to report to the the MTC on the 15 of October, 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;This was such a great moment, seeing him open his mission call was so amazing! Im so glad he let me be apart of it! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-674c4d628474e9d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D674c4d628474e9d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324739%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D103E89E8252701476EDD5A78921D66AAD8156D7D.5094FF7E967CD4B1B0A154AFA43E15E4468DAC97%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D674c4d628474e9d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RIXGgXGrfnPN87ZaSrXPLpSRg8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D674c4d628474e9d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324739%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D103E89E8252701476EDD5A78921D66AAD8156D7D.5094FF7E967CD4B1B0A154AFA43E15E4468DAC97%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D674c4d628474e9d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RIXGgXGrfnPN87ZaSrXPLpSRg8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shane Smith has been one of the best and longest friends Ive had. I met him our freshman year of high school and I fell in love with this boy. I have spent more time laughing with him and crying over him than I can even remember! He was my first love haha and I dont think I could ever forget the times we've shared. Im so grateful for the example he has set for me by going on his mission. I know he's going to be an awesome missionary and he is going to bless the lives of the Guatemalan people. Good Luck Shane!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-6547560094527719781?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=674c4d628474e9d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/6547560094527719781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=6547560094527719781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6547560094527719781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6547560094527719781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-going-on-mission.html' title='He&apos;s Going On A Mission!!!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-6160203288483780092</id><published>2008-07-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:47.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. My birthday is in two and a half weeks. I will be 19, which is somewhere in between becoming an adult and becoming a big enough adult to be able to get into clubs and bars. And since I cant get into bars and clubs, nor that I really want to because drunken indians and old creepy mexican men arent my forte, year 19 is another year of nothing special. Ive been racking my brain for the past few days as to what I want for my birthday...Nothing however is coming to mind except a new-ish car, NOT truck. But little cute gas efficiant car that might have power locks and windows, a cd player not a discman, AND a working door handle. Although I am growing acoustumed to the little lever I have to grab ever so cleverly by sticking my finger into the large black hole on the inside of my door. (However if my finger gains any more weight im not sure on how well its gonna work out.) And I know thats not gonna happen. Besides who would want power locks when Ive got my sweet truck that roars like a whale everytime I turn, it was free right LeRoy!! So still I rack my brains and nothing is coming to mind. I need money but that is nothing new. Im getting used to this poor college life. I also could use a bike or a longboard. I know my parents laugh everytime I bring the longboard up, but REALLY GUYS, Im a longboarding fool. Im a little more talented than we all think. I think id rather have a bike though. Im gonna have to start riding a bike to school. Gas is on the brink of $4 and I absolutley refuse to pay that much. It makes me sick. Plus im to poor for it anyways. Im living to far to walk to school but to close to drive there too. And I need more speed than Id get on the longboard. Plus I dont want anyone watching me if I crashed since id have to ride along the highway...and ive been known to rip a pair of shorts or two riding the longboard...Thats how legit I am at riding a longboard. But if I did get a bike I think id want a beach cruiser...a teal one. Because that would be hott. But again money pops into my head for what I want for my birthday. Im gonna have to pay for school somehow. And if that means that beloved school is my present...then bring it on I guess. Im not making enough at R and R to pay for everything and save alot, and theres no where else to work that doesnt involve drugs and dancing. Drugs are to dangerous and I cant dance so that ones out. Anywhoo those are my gift ideas. A bike to ride to school or money to pay for school. I guess I dont want anything else. SCHOOL SUCKS!- Oh actually as im sitting on my matress (which by the way is not even my matress) that is perched on the floor of my room I thought of something else...perhaps a bed frame. The floor is starting to kill my back. Ive been sleeping out on the couch the past few nights and it would be lovely to be able to sleep in my room on a matress that is off the floor. Just a thought. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrKWqqHaMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/icHjS0rdhbs/s1600-h/Beach+Cruiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrLTplwsCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/swXhggks-5I/s1600-h/Beach+Cruiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222710256331698210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrLTplwsCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/swXhggks-5I/s320/Beach+Cruiser.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrLfd7LLzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cGpLpJ7DnXg/s1600-h/Longboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222710459358719794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrLfd7LLzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cGpLpJ7DnXg/s320/Longboard.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1460430483289461828-6160203288483780092?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/6160203288483780092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=6160203288483780092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6160203288483780092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/6160203288483780092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up-sucks.html' title='Growing Up Sucks!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SHrLTplwsCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/swXhggks-5I/s72-c/Beach+Cruiser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-852626107344067899</id><published>2008-07-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Continuation of the previous post...</title><content type='html'>Me and Tory hang out and usually its just us hanging out. And were always doing the same thing every night. NOTHING...just hanging out. But its lots of fun. Shes hilarious. In the beginning of the summer we decided that we were going to take at least one picture every day for the summer...we've done one so far so it hasnt been the best. But the ones we did get were pretty funny. We decided to climb up to the little nitch or whatever you'd like to call it above our hallway. We had to get up to it from our kitchen by climbing up the fridge then up the side to it. Tory is an expert climber...Me on the other hand, not so talented. I almost died at least 50 different times during that 20 minute excursion. It was great :) But here are some pictures from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KX08C_uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qKWuF0zFN4w/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219261160121106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KX08C_uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qKWuF0zFN4w/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KYvpgPGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k4ollVwjpNA/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219261175881022562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KYvpgPGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k4ollVwjpNA/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KZCBED3I/AAAAAAAAAac/iKioxpFULpk/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219261180811677554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KZCBED3I/AAAAAAAAAac/iKioxpFULpk/s320/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KZQlXtoI/AAAAAAAAAak/l5BsRYnqGVY/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KZ4-enDI/AAAAAAAAAas/HOr7Mn6DQeI/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219261195564784690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KZ4-enDI/AAAAAAAAAas/HOr7Mn6DQeI/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6J5kcOxJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vWehiXP0LaQ/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219260640296617106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6J5kcOxJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vWehiXP0LaQ/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6Jw7F4J0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RMJpb2KkRGU/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219260491758053186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6Jw7F4J0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RMJpb2KkRGU/s320/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess theres not a whole lot of stuff going on in my life... Espicially now during the summer. Just lots of random pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-852626107344067899?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/852626107344067899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=852626107344067899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/852626107344067899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/852626107344067899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-continuation-of-previous-post.html' title='Little Continuation of the previous post...'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6KX08C_uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qKWuF0zFN4w/s72-c/DSC01006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-1892258657038644754</id><published>2008-07-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:49.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Lift The Heavy Things, Your Gonna Hurt Your Lady Parts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6H8-E9J1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/6rw5-jfPEU4/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan tells me this almost everyday at work.. "Danni let the boys lift the heavy things for you, your gonna hurt your lady parts!" And its always things that weigh like 5 pounds. She's the oddest duck Ive ever met. She's always saying the dumbest things to me. But that little quote cracks me up the most!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways......LeRoy fixed my computer for me. Kudos to him for talking to the HP nerds from india yesterday for 3 hours to get it fixed! Im soo excited. So here are some pictures I know you've all been dying to see haha!! These are just some random pictures from random times over the past month or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6D4NLNonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/99jdT35JR6Y/s1600-h/mail%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219254019801588338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6D4NLNonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/99jdT35JR6Y/s320/mail%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beau and Me chillin in the Taco Bell drive thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5_CPL5GTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3MSCm4gR-fo/s1600-h/l_e058122e4e834be17e45d89b91e40d3f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219248694581860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5_CPL5GTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3MSCm4gR-fo/s320/l_e058122e4e834be17e45d89b91e40d3f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Tory and Lacey's in the background playing out by the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5-pNe2sCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0P90q-ZOQWQ/s1600-h/m_481c741e319539cf378cf2f4da68bccc%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219248264627793954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5-pNe2sCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0P90q-ZOQWQ/s320/m_481c741e319539cf378cf2f4da68bccc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same night. This is my other roomate Kalie and then Morgan Ahrens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5-b1NTH-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/i8VMKs3lIKQ/s1600-h/m_f90b0e3944da61ddd3a01eb88e3f46d9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219248034773409762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG5-b1NTH-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/i8VMKs3lIKQ/s320/m_f90b0e3944da61ddd3a01eb88e3f46d9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are 2 of my favorite people. I seriously Love Missy and Tory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59jPJhibI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AIryG1I3HUo/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219247062484355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59jPJhibI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AIryG1I3HUo/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same night at the river...That would be Tanner laying in the dirt. But we tried to do the jumping picture...lets just say it didnt work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59YcqNmxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mQSsFVV9VH0/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246877132561170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59YcqNmxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mQSsFVV9VH0/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Sean Keeny..Funniest guy in the world! I love this picture of us at his farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59N0ERTqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k-Gs6gTo6TQ/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246694437310114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59N0ERTqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k-Gs6gTo6TQ/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another night at a bonfire im sure. It was just Matt and Lacey and Me and Lamar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59Cw8sodI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cRu5BVl9emQ/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246504621679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG59Cw8sodI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cRu5BVl9emQ/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this stop sign right behind my house and I liked it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG587UNiHHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n-gSEBOM7eo/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246376648580210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG587UNiHHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n-gSEBOM7eo/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Lacey after eating at Water Depot. I swear its exactly the same as Bahama Bucks. Same ice and it even has the white stuff! AND its dirt cheap. Gotta love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG58xL0NJoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/MxXSa1OzYqs/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246202596173442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG58xL0NJoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/MxXSa1OzYqs/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was at the institute dance. I was dragged there last minute. It was a costume one kinda...So I went as Mary Catherine Gallagher from Superstar! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG58ny8p5ZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BCIEYkxVtL4/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246041301902738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG58ny8p5ZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BCIEYkxVtL4/s320/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG56nkztGUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LW0nTps7PpU/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219243838483011906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG56nkztGUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LW0nTps7PpU/s320/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Me and Lacey again at our favorite place...Hillys. We got bored waiting for our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-1892258657038644754?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/1892258657038644754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=1892258657038644754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1892258657038644754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/1892258657038644754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-lift-heavy-things-your-gonna-hurt.html' title='Dont Lift The Heavy Things, Your Gonna Hurt Your Lady Parts!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/SG6D4NLNonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/99jdT35JR6Y/s72-c/mail%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-5220295703843304400</id><published>2008-03-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:37:34.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...I dont know what to say. Not alot has happened. My life is pretty boring right now. Things in the boy department are LAME. Guy is now dating some girl. Its all good though. Actually it sucks. But ill live. Other than that my life is lame. Last week was spring break here and EVERYONE left except me and Lacey. So we took up the sport of longboarding and let me tell you we are now PRO and its my new favorite thing everr. I love longboarding. We only crashed once and when I say we I mean Lacey only crashed once and it was pretty hard core. Her leg bled quiet a bit and I laughed really hard. She hit a perfectly round rock and flew off. It was the funniest thing ever. Other than that not alot like I said. I dyed my hair back a little while ago. Its got blonde back in it and I like it. Im going to put more into it just in a bit. I guess Ill write again some other time when I have something cool to say. When something actually happens. So...ADIOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-5220295703843304400?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/5220295703843304400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=5220295703843304400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5220295703843304400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/5220295703843304400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-4720325989777821893</id><published>2008-02-13T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:24:56.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love old people :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I drove up to Mesa with Guy to go get his truck from the dealership. He asked me to come with him the night before because "its to long of a drive to go by yourself." Of course im not going to lie I wanted to go. I really like hanging out with Guy. He makes me laugh all the time and im really comfortable around him. But the drive up was good we sang alot, told stories, and talked about school. He told me about his grandparents and described them as saying they were the sweetest people I would ever meet in my life. Of course I just kinda thought ya thats what everyone says about there grandparents...ok not everyone...but non the less a lot of people. So we go and get to Mesa it turns out I meet most of his family. I meet his sister Emily who is so pretty and is super nice. We meet her and her in-laws house and as im talking to her mother in law I find out they are originally from Santa Fe so casually throw in that oh cool my grandparents are from there too just trying to make some small talk. So she gets her husband who apparently knows everyone there and I tell them their names and what do you know he knows/knows of alot of the Berridge family and throws out my Uncle Chesters name. Small world right. I thought it was pretty nifty! We both thought it was pretty cool. Anyways, after his sisters we go and meet his grandparents. We pull up to the house and outside there door you can here a loud loud noise inside...at first I thought they were yelling but as we walked in their in their little chairs watching Indiana Jones. It was right at the climax of the movie but they paused it and gave us hugs. They were definantly the sweetest people in the world. His grandpa was very handsome and his grandma was so precious and had the softest hands I had ever felt in my life. They also had the most sweetest spirit in their home and they welcomed me right in. We talked for a while and his grandma started talking about marrying in the covenant and what a big deal that is and was just talking about marriage in particular and how you need to know the person and whats deep down inside of them and it was so sweet. And she talked about her and her husband had been marryed for almost 60 years now and she talked about his family when she came in and she said that they werent to sure what kind of a Hatch (their family name) she would make, but in the end she was just the greatest. And she talked about her kids- which included Guy's mom- and told stories of her sons and daughters as they grew up. It was seriously the sweetest thing, they grabbed eachothers hands and were just smiling and looking at eachother and you could just see them replaying their lives in their minds. But I realized then that that is the kind of marriage I want. They are so in love after 60 yrs and all the wrinkles. But they were just so sweet and I couldnt get over that! After that we drove over to his brothers house and I met him and his wife. They were just as sweet. I really like his family there all really nice people and his dad is really funn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a new job...I work at Western Wats its a call center in Thatcher. We call and bug people during dinner to take surveys. Its actually pretty sweet. I only work 3 hours a day 5 days a week, which I can handle! Its really funny sometimes talking to people. I dont know if its just me or what but I get a ton of old people. And their either a bit aggravated were calling or there really into talking to you and taking surveys. And for the most part I get alot of them that want to take the surveys. Today in particular I got a sweet old man from Georgia whose wife had died about 5 months ago from breast cancer . But he asnswered the phone listned to my whole schpiel and said he was really into taking the survey and wanted me to jump right in to it. The thing about this survey is that "some of the questions in this survey would be hard to answer over the phone. So what we would like to do, if you are willing to participate, is send you the questionare by mail." This questionare is concering politcs, religion, and culture in the united states but it isnt trying to sway anyone in any direction. The first thing the man asks was "if I answer the questions the way I want to, am I going to get sued?" I kinda giggled and was like "no sir you wont be sued for voicing your opinion." He went on to tell me that he was what he liked to call a constitutional conservative and he served in WW2 which I thought was pretty cool. So we start talking about that and he starts talking about how he went to war for a country that doesnt even exsist anymore. It really made me thing. But we finish talking about the war and he was like "Danni you seem like the sweetest young girl" I really liked talking to you. I was all thank you! And so I go on and get his address and right before I finish he was asked if it was some thing that I had never heard of. And I was like what? I have no clue what that is? And he was laughing and he was like "oh well the terrorist used to use them and they would send mail and when you opened it, it would explode! Thats not going to happen with this survey right? Because if it is Im not to sure I want to give you my address." It was so funny, we were both laughing really hard and everyone was looking at me weird. But he was like oh im just kidding I know your not gonna send me exploding mail. But he really was so sweet. I decided I really like talking to old people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But as for me in my normal life...not to much is happening. Just school and work. I went to the library tonight and was there until it closed! &lt;- that ones for you dad :) I kinda have/had a boyfriend. His name is Zach. He was the first guy I met down here last semester. We were in math together. We used to talk and then we just stopped. But then this semester I started hanging out with his cousin Alecc more and so I started seeing Zach more. Then we got close and started hanging out moreso by ourselves. He is fun but I guess its not really what I wanted...like I still like him dont get me wrong but he is a premi...so basically its going no where. And even though in my last blog I was saying how bad I wanted a guy...I realized I really dont. Who knows. Im just really picky and really hard to please. Ill deal with it. Looks like another lonely Valentines day...which is ok, since I missed work on Tuesday when I went with Guy, I get to make it up tomorrow night from 6-9! Woo-hoo. Maybe ill get another sweet old man tomorrow. Well thats all...Happy V-Day :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-4720325989777821893?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/4720325989777821893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=4720325989777821893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4720325989777821893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/4720325989777821893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-old-people.html' title='I love old people :)'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7052770664798874283</id><published>2008-01-14T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:50.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Blog...Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...where do I start. Well... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Im only a few weeks late. Im not to good at this whole blog my life on the internet thing. Im listening to some Josh Groban late at night while my roomate sleeps. I have so much running through my mind and I feel the need to get it all out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...to start out Justin got home from the mission on Dec. 21. It was a sweet moment. I got a hand-shake, that didnt help my fear of him not liking me when he came home. But after a few moments it turned into a semi-hug and I decided I could handle that. All my RM friends down here in Thatcher warned me to no end of how he would be so weird when he came home and to be honest I was really looking forward to it. We got home and it was kinda akward but cool. We talked a little and he came off as a mature 21 yr. old adult. I thought to myself "ya I can handle this" but as the next day came Justin was back to his normal self. Spoke a little funny sometimes but he was just about the same, just tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4srdXo1s-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0KySjpbH-8s/s1600-h/DSC_0091%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155261982017172450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4srdXo1s-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0KySjpbH-8s/s320/DSC_0091%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas eve came real soon. We got together with a group of people and did our christmas elf tradition. I really do look forward to it every year. We all get together and each family drops off a few things for the 12 days of christmas, and on chirstmas eve we all get together and drop off the "mother load" of gifts. Its an amazing feeling to be helping a family who needs it. It really brings home the true christmas spirit. After thats all done we go home and open our one gift, which happens to be the same gift every year. (I really do think this is my mom's favorite part of christmas.) Which also happens to be matching pj's so our family wakes up matching christmas morning. But this year Beau was a little more excited than everyone else. I think he forgot maybe? But as he's tearing through the wrapping paper he has this crazed look like he is about to open the greatest gift in the whole entire world!! Right as he opens the box and realizes that its pajamas he smacks the box and throws it out of the way and yells "this is crap!!" I dont think I have laughed that hard in my life. I was just sitting there starring at him while he throws his little fit about it. I just looked at him and was like 'what were you expecting? We get the same thing on christmas eve every year, I would assume you would know that seeing as this is your 11th chirstmas now." And I started laughing again, and we all laughed and finally Beau started laughing. It was a funny little moment. Christmas day was good though, I got what I needed and we watched some movies and just relaxed. It was nice to be home with the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4spM3o1s9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/mh0gLqnYf6k/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155259499526075346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4spM3o1s9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/mh0gLqnYf6k/s320/DSC00629.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Years... New Years wasnt so sweet. I had a good dinner with my family. After I picked up Caitlin and we went to holly butlers house and played some games. It was a good time, but we decided to go to this girls house who we didnt know...but my brother and a few other people we knew were there. So we show up and its so akward. We knew like 3 people and so me and cait just stuck to ourselves waiting till the ball dropped. We didnt even get to see that happen. We all went outside so they could set off little bombs of confetti and silly string. Were all outside and they start counting down from like 30, as we get to ten someone was like "hey its already new years we were off". I was like sweet im glad were already starting off slow. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everybody continues with there new years kiss. Me and Cait are just standin there in the middle of it all not knowing anyone. it was actually kinda funny but not. Anyways New Years should have been better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School started up again. Its been nice. I really enjoy my Sociology class. Im taking it for kicks and giggles but im really likin it so far. We got a lot of new boys...theres some pretty hott ones. Im still holding out for my prince charming. Im pretty sure he is never going to come. Im hoping he is lost or possibly making millions at the moment and that is why we havent met yet. Who knows but im pretty burnt out on this whole waiting thing. My dad tells me thats it when your not expecting it thats when it will happen...ive not been expecting anything for a LONG time now and still nothing. So I really think im beginning to accept my life of lonelyness with 500 cats...maybe ill do dogs since im allergic to cats... who knows. You can start calling me crazy dog lady who lives alone. haha ok I really doubt I could let myself live like that. Im really not as desperate as im coming off. I kinda like the single life. and i know that im no where near wanting to get married. I swear everyone and there mother got married over break here, and about a thousand more couples are getting married during our next break or right after school gets out. Its crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155263188902982642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4ssjno1s_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VifyDYfFv8I/s320/DSC00583.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im really glad to be back with the friends ive made. I really dont know what I would do without them. They have helped me become the person I have developed into over the past semester. These girls are so truly amazing and Im so gald to be able to call them friends (that sounds so incredibly gay, but i really do mean it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow with the New Year here and me getting older and more independant ive been thinking alot lately about the person i want to become and the characteristics and personality traits I have and the ones that I want to obtain as im maturing. I really want to become more involved in my religion. Ive realised that im a big slacker, I have been thinking about it alot and have come to realize that I really am doing myself a disservice. I have so many oppurtunities to learn and grow spiritually but i dont really take advantage of them. I procrastinate my spiritual growth...Im always telling myself oh ill read that later on or oh i can miss it once just things like that and eventually i have stopped reading or stopped praying. i made a goal to read the whole BOM and I got about half way through and then justified to myself about how I could just skip reading one time and that I would make it up but IT NEVER HAPPENED!! im sick of it!! Im dissapointing myself with such little easy things like reading a few pages or even a few verses! Why I cant do even that is beyond me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These past few Sundays I really felt like the lessons were meant for me. I went to relief society with my mom and the lesson was about tools and a keystone possibly, not real sure, But she told a story of a good friend of hers who became sick with cancer. She said that this women was just amazing and so strong in the church just one of those people everyone wants to be like. Anyways. This lady developed cancer and eventually the kimo stopped working and she was told she was going to die. The story goes on and its such an amazing story so if you want to actually hear it I would ask Sister Hancock to tell you. But she tells of her friend and how on her death bed she makes sure that she completes visiting teaching. she even apologized about it because she had to call instead of going and visiting them. It was such a testimony to me to hear a story about a women who was dying but still made it a point and took the time even though she was so ill to do what she needed to do. I felt so inadequate, that is what I want to be like. This women did her visiting teaching just days before she passed away. If she can do it I have no excuse to not do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then today in church Sam gave an amazing lesson. Now Sam is another person I really look up to. Sam recently had a big struggle with cancer. I think he is doing good now, but not to long ago it was really bad. Amazingly though Sam was in church all dressed up regardless of how he felt. There were days where he could barley walk and was in so much pain, but he was there. He is an amazing person and he gives the best lessons. Today's was on Nephi and his family and the first few chapters of Nephi. But he put a few words up on the board and asked us which of the words we would use to decribe oursleves. It really made me think about it and sadly I was more dissapointed with the words I would have used. But as the lesson went on it made me want to become a different person. Someone better. He challenged us to read the whole Book of Mormon and even made an itenerary for us that would get us through the whole book by the end of the semester. So I along with my roomate have taken it upon ourselves to better ourselves and read the whole book. So far so good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well im sure this is the longest blog anyone had ever read in there lifes. But im glad to say that I am finally done and am off to better myself, so wish me luck!&lt;/span&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/1460430483289461828-7052770664798874283?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/7052770664798874283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=7052770664798874283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7052770664798874283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7052770664798874283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-blogpost.html' title='New Year New Blog...Post'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4srdXo1s-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0KySjpbH-8s/s72-c/DSC_0091%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-2893971124467923137</id><published>2007-11-28T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:50.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beggining of a Beautiful Relationship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4uo83o1tDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kav1VJZ_HRg/s1600-h/Danni.Missy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155399962136523826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4uo83o1tDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kav1VJZ_HRg/s320/Danni.Missy.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R038q4TV-SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dADqGIeulds/s1600-h/Danni.Missy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;-- Wow that was soo long ago!! Missy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was probably one of the last people I thought would be my best friend. She didnt like me to much in the beginning but after we had a deep conversastion one night it just clicked. We have done some pretty stupid things together. One in particular relates to this haggard picture. We decided to go find a field that clint and spencer had taken us to the night before. Its on the top of the mountain and so me and missy as brilliant as we are jumped in my little truck and started driving. The ride was FOREVER long and the road is quite curvy, so in order to keep your speed up we had to cross over into the other side of the road so you dont have to slow down as much. (Mom and Dad if your reading this I could see around the corners so it wasnt a blind curve...I knew if there were cars coming.) It starts off not to bad but theres a spot were its like a hairpin turn and just my luck 3 cars come around the corner so I had to slow way down which caused me to have to stop because I was making to wide of a turn. When they finally passed I had to start on a steep hill and for some reason we peeled out so bad. And it was the longest most embarrasing peel out ever known to man. But me and missy could not stop laughing!! Still to this day my skid marks are in the road and we laugh every time we see them. Anyways were driving and driving and as were getting close to the top i realize CRAP my gas is low. But it was low then high then low again so after not finding the field we decided that we better get back down. As we turn around my gas goes all the way down to nothing. So we have to coast down the mountain and a few times I had to give it a little gas on the flat parts. But then we hit a big flat part so being the two most intelligent girls at EA we decide to get out and push. So were pushing and its actually working as were picking up speed Missy nearly trips and then jumps in and then as im jumping in I hit the steering wheel and it almost knocks me out. Needless to say we are smart enough to NEVER do that again! But it all worked out and we barely made it to the gas station. Good times Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-2893971124467923137?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/2893971124467923137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=2893971124467923137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2893971124467923137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/2893971124467923137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2007/11/beggining-of-beautiful-relationship.html' title='The Beggining of a Beautiful Relationship...'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4uo83o1tDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kav1VJZ_HRg/s72-c/Danni.Missy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-922376167966911473</id><published>2007-11-28T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:21:50.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beggining of it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4up73o1tEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dkUfevJWtFc/s1600-h/mail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155401044468282434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4up73o1tEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dkUfevJWtFc/s320/mail%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well where do I start.... I guess it all started with Clint and Spencer. Haha me and Chelsea met them one night at the institute and we started talking and we went to a party with them and then ended up going to their house. We ate some "party pizza" and talked and Chels and clint hit it off pretty well, and I kinda liked spencer so we started hanging out with them more and more and soon we met Missy and Maggie. They were interesting...haha. They didnt talk to us much but they seemed fun. Missy wasnt to fond of me and it was made known the night we went camping with clint and spencer. We went up to the mountain with them and Missy wanted to come but she didnt talk to us at all that night and wanted to go home as soon as we finally got there. So I wasnt to sure of her at first because I was pretty sure she hated me. We went camping with them that night, they took us up to the mountain and we watched the lunar eclipse. It was fun. We hung out with them every night for a while. We would always go up to the mountain and look for animals and go off roading. Or we would go rattlesnake hunting. We had some good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-922376167966911473?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/922376167966911473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=922376167966911473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/922376167966911473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/922376167966911473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2007/11/beggining-of-it-all.html' title='The Beggining of it All'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/R4up73o1tEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dkUfevJWtFc/s72-c/mail%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460430483289461828.post-7356948339835418635</id><published>2007-11-28T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:58:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm... I really dont know how this works. So I guess  I'll just  play around with it for a while and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1460430483289461828-7356948339835418635?l=danrewop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/feeds/7356948339835418635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1460430483289461828&amp;postID=7356948339835418635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7356948339835418635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1460430483289461828/posts/default/7356948339835418635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danrewop.blogspot.com/2007/11/neato.html' title='Neato...'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324567123812038494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1u3RzBVARyE/TCBJWEfyACI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MR3_5dQ_5oM/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
