<?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-801191571767330024</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:03:53.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8194404203687734696</id><published>2011-07-25T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:54:17.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>So i know it has been almost a year since my last post but so much has happened since and my life is so busy, not to say that no one elses is but once school is over my life will definetly be a lot less stressful but only in a different way.  So for the last year I have been working 40 hours a week and taking anywhere from 12 to 16 credits going to nursing school. All I can say is that it is extremely hard and I do not reccomend it, but if you have to do it, it can be done.  Some days I wonder what I got myself into, other days I know Im doing what I want to be doing and other days I think I should be in a looney bin with all that is on my plate and all that I deal with. It is not healthy, but is anything we desire and work so hard for easy? Though it is all worth it in the end.   So what I want to say is if you have dreams and desires pursue them and don't ever let excuses or money or life get in the way, becuase no matter what happens there will always be those excuses and you just get to trust that Heavenly Father will provide and look out for your best interest and he knows what we can handle and how much.  Im so grateful for this opportunity in my life at this moment and more importantly so grateful for my loving family and friends and all of their support through my journey. Thank You! I Love You ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to add this picture. Is it not the cutest thing in the world.  These 2 are my light and saving grace! I love You Noah and Ali Jae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMqBkWf8SI/Ti4d2kggvaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xf_eHABKv6A/s1600/ali%2Band%2Bnoah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMqBkWf8SI/Ti4d2kggvaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xf_eHABKv6A/s320/ali%2Band%2Bnoah1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633473007237250466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8194404203687734696?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8194404203687734696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8194404203687734696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8194404203687734696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8194404203687734696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMqBkWf8SI/Ti4d2kggvaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xf_eHABKv6A/s72-c/ali%2Band%2Bnoah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-6783380706222628564</id><published>2010-09-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:24:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9efQT5VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5iULLtdX6jE/s1600/boulder+and+noah+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9efQT5VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5iULLtdX6jE/s320/boulder+and+noah+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516836400035784018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sept 10, 2010, my beautiful sister Ashley gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and they named him Noah Beau Flowers. He was 8 pounds and 3 oz and 20 inches long. He is the apple of my eye and I am so so jealous that my family gets to be with him 24/7. I miss him so much already and its only been 2 days. He deinetley is my "Angel" and holds a special place in my heart. I love you Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9gfVYlsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LTf8BUYl4ww/s1600/boulder+and+noah+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9gfVYlsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LTf8BUYl4ww/s320/boulder+and+noah+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516836434416801474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9f983ahI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XdixakJu-TE/s1600/boulder+and+noah+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9f983ahI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XdixakJu-TE/s320/boulder+and+noah+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516836425455594002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9ff8JpzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/b6l-sJfCAnI/s1600/boulder+and+noah+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9ff8JpzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/b6l-sJfCAnI/s320/boulder+and+noah+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516836417399531314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9e-_KLHI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bPa7guwqkNI/s1600/boulder+and+noah+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9e-_KLHI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bPa7guwqkNI/s320/boulder+and+noah+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516836408553778290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-6783380706222628564?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6783380706222628564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=6783380706222628564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6783380706222628564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6783380706222628564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-noah.html' title='Baby Noah'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TI-9efQT5VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5iULLtdX6jE/s72-c/boulder+and+noah+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7736009595083173925</id><published>2010-08-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:56:07.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing School</title><content type='html'>Oh, I am so excited, so its official, I start nursing school Sept 14. This is something I have wanted for a really long time. I was going through some old journals a couple of months ago and found the journal I got around the time I graduated highschool. As I read it, I realized that my goal right out of highschool was to go to nursing school, I talked so much about it in my journal and how long it would take and what it would take to accomplish that. &lt;br /&gt;Well its amazing to see that my life didn't turn out the way "I" planned it, funny how that is.  It has been 9 years since highschool and since I wrote in that journal and not a whole lot of what I visioned at that time in my life has happened. But what I have experienced the last 9 years and the journey I have taken I would not trade for anything. I have learned so much about life and the lessons it has served up have been so perfect for me in each moment.  Also If I had done nursing right away I would have never had the opportunity of being a Surgical Tech. Being a surgical tech is such an amazing job, and I am so grateful for that knowledge and the people I have worked with and the friendships I have made along the way.&lt;br /&gt; You know life always turns out "Perfectly" even though at times I don't always know what to expect or what it has to offer. One thing I can always count on is my Heavenly Fathers love and support and I know he never sends me more than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;He allows trials in our lives, not because they are easy or desired, but because it teaches us to LOVE, and thats why we are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7736009595083173925?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7736009595083173925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7736009595083173925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7736009595083173925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7736009595083173925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/08/nursing-school.html' title='Nursing School'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7650700041695562534</id><published>2010-07-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:56:55.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TDZliKSCxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Mvle2BlTkco/s1600/bike+shoes+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TDZliKSCxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Mvle2BlTkco/s320/bike+shoes+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491688433174889746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so excited. It has been 2 years now since I have had my road bike and I have never bought shoes for it. Shoes are so expensive too, anywhere from $100 to $300 dollars and so I have just ridden without them. Well this last week I found a pair on ebay for $10.00, I was stoked. They finally came today and I can't wait to get out there and ride. I have been ridding to work this last week and it has been awesome. 7 miles to work and 7 miles home, it will be a lot funner with shoes and clips. Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7650700041695562534?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7650700041695562534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7650700041695562534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7650700041695562534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7650700041695562534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TDZliKSCxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Mvle2BlTkco/s72-c/bike+shoes+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-3764180232805351591</id><published>2010-06-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:07:10.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Triathalon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN49Xg5pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pck2MVxz30k/s1600/Triathalon+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN49Xg5pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pck2MVxz30k/s320/Triathalon+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303393590470290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissa and Me at the Finish after the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had the opportunity to compete in my first Triathalon, oh what an experience. I have been wanting to train and do one for several years now, ever since I bought my road bike but the opportunity was never there. Then in Jan a group of people from work decided they were going to train for one in April, I thought I would train with them and compete in April, well that never worked for me. &lt;br /&gt;My friend Lissa and I decided we would do the next one, and that ended up being June 12th. The Triathalon was a sprint triathalon, that meant it was a 300 yard swim, a 12 mile bike ride, and a 5k run (3.1 miles.)  &lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find olympic size pools that are 50 yards long, the pool we practiced swimming in was 15 or 20. The week before the race, we went to Golds Gym and swam in their pool, theirs was a little longer than one we had practiced in but nothing compared to the real thing. I guess what you don't know can be a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the race I was getting my bike all ready to go and checking the tire pressure, when the gold presta valve (the valve that it used to pump the air up in the tire) broke in half letting all my pressure out. I felt awful, I don't know a whole lot about bike tires, but knew this could not be good, and I would not be racing. There is not a bike store open at 5 am and I did not know anyone with a bike I could call and borrow. I called Lissa and told her what happened and she said,  "Well if your not racing I'm not either." I told her, "No she has too and I would be there to cheer her on." She called back a few minutes later asking if I had a spare bike tube, I said, "Yes, I have two." She said that Cory, her husband, said that the presta valve is attached to the tube so I would just need to change my tube out and I could still ride. I was excited, I could still compete. YES!&lt;br /&gt;I hurried and put all my stuff in my car, woke my little sister Kyla up, (she was staying with me for the weekend, and my little cheerleader for the race) and we left for the tri. &lt;br /&gt;I changed my bike tire with the assistance of Cory, (Lissa's husband) and Lissa and I went and found a place for our bikes and met up with a co worker named Oscar that was competing with us. We got our racing chips and then went and lined up at the swimming pool. The way the swimming works is they have each individual enter the water every 10 seconds, and they have you line up in the time it will take you to swim. I knew I could swim it in about 8 1/2 minutes and if worse came to worse 10 minutes at the most, but to be safe and not have people kicking me and up in my face I decided to stand with the 12 minute swimmers. Lissa did the same. That was a good and bad idea, good because I didn't feel pressured or pushed during the swim, but it was a bad idea because It meant we were close to the last ones, and there was about 20 people behind us. &lt;br /&gt;So I will not lie the swimming was a lot more challenging than I anticipated or practiced for. It definetly makes a difference swimming in a 50 yard pool as opposed to a 15 or 25 yard pool. But I finished and thats all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJx_1EuOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PJdphVJqywU/s1600/Triathalon+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJx_1EuOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PJdphVJqywU/s320/Triathalon+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482298875945728226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the begining of the swim, I am waiting for them to tell me to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJySY5ETI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CoNfoe5Y_8k/s1600/Triathalon+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJySY5ETI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CoNfoe5Y_8k/s320/Triathalon+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482298880927797554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last lap, Yeah! I was tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJy3fu0pI/AAAAAAAAAXo/A5artH3AR_g/s1600/Triathalon+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJy3fu0pI/AAAAAAAAAXo/A5artH3AR_g/s320/Triathalon+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482298890888598162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished with the swim! Lissa was right behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the pool with Lissa close behind, and ran over to my bike and started putting my bike shorts and shirt over my wet swimming suit. (Fun, not:)I Put my shoes on and ran out of the bike area. Got on my bike and away I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJza3obmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ukQr3DyTwYU/s1600/Triathalon+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJza3obmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ukQr3DyTwYU/s320/Triathalon+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482298900384083554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition area, I am putting my biking gear on. Lissa is on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJ041BXYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FxGkQq2ZpU4/s1600/Triathalon+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUJ041BXYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FxGkQq2ZpU4/s320/Triathalon+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482298925606067586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of the bike ride, Lissa behind me. We are leaving the transistion area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had rode the bike route twice before and my best time was 50 minutes, I was not worried about it at all, and it ended up being pretty good. In all the effort that morning to get my front tire ready I forgot about my back tire, so I was a little worried and just trusting that it would be fine. &lt;br /&gt;The first major hill I came to, I was not paying attention to my shifting and what gear I was in and my chain came off, that was a little frustrating. I hurried and put it back on and continued on. I passed Lissa as I was coming back, she had about a mile to go before the turn around and I could tell she was frustrated and tired.  She had hurt her wrist very badly at work a few weeks ago and had a brace on, and she also was having bike troubles. I guess her chain had come off twice, and her first bike she had, broke on wednesday before the race, and Cory had gone and bought her a new bike on thursday, so she was still getting used to it. ( I don't reccomend that, but you do what you have to.)&lt;br /&gt;I rode in, in under an hour and put my bike away and started the run.  Now I had not really practiced this part. The longest I had gone was 2 miles if that and I have not ran in about 9 months. If worse came to worse I knew I could walk 3 miles so I was not too worried. Well I surprised myself and ran the whole way, it actually felt really really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN2pwH8KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_2SaTYlLatQ/s1600/Triathalon+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN2pwH8KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_2SaTYlLatQ/s320/Triathalon+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303353965244578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up on the last little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finishing in 1 hour and 59 minutes, which I was super stoked about. My goal was to finish in under 2 hours, so I did it with a minute to spare. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN3HdJ_cI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r22tYdOffeI/s1600/Triathalon+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN3HdJ_cI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r22tYdOffeI/s320/Triathalon+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303361938750914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finish Line. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla was waiting for me at the finish line like a good little sister would do. (she is the best.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN37bjnNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WWB5eoYi4Oc/s1600/Triathalon+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN37bjnNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WWB5eoYi4Oc/s320/Triathalon+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303375890685138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great experience and I am excited to train for more.  There is a lot to learn from the first, the do's and dont's and I definetly know what I get to do differently the next time.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my body and for the health I am in, I started getting all emotional right at the very end, with gratitude to my Heavenly Father for the beautiful, amazing body he has blessed me with. Thank YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-3764180232805351591?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3764180232805351591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=3764180232805351591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3764180232805351591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3764180232805351591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-first-triathalon.html' title='My First Triathalon'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/TBUN49Xg5pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pck2MVxz30k/s72-c/Triathalon+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-5068017137496346581</id><published>2010-05-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:11:18.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tooth</title><content type='html'>So it seems like my life never has a dull moment. Which is good because it would be very boring if it didn't but lately I am fed up and have had enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have this tooth that is the size of a baby bicuspid and it should be an adult sized molar, that is located in the very back on the top of my left side. It never formed like it should and has been causing me a lot of hassle, grief and money the last little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Nov of last year it abcessed and I had to have a root canal which the recovery for that was the most painful experience I have had in a while. Well the tooth was so little that they don't make crowns small enough for that size so the dentist created a temp crown until I could have one specially made. The permanent one cost $1200 (thank goodness for insurance it paid for most of it) and the permanent one was placed the first of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle of April I was eating dried mangos, and after I was finished I ran my tongue along my teeth to get the excess mango off and realized my $1200 crown was gone. I panicked, and started to feel sick. What was I going to do, I didn't have more money to just go get a new one. So I decided I would have to retrieve it however that looked, assuming I had swallowed it. So I quickly went into the bathroom and made myself throw up. I continued that for quite some time until there was nothing left to throw up and there was no tooth. Ohh, this can't be happening, so then I did the unbearable, started checking my poops. I checked my poops for several days and still nothing. I was SICK :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist and told him what had happened, he was wonderful. He told me not to worry about it and he would take care of it. I said I don't have money to pay for another crown, he said, its ok that he would pay for it. (Awesome) &lt;br /&gt;I had my teeth cleaned and the hygenist notice that my gums around the tooth with the missing crown was swollen,(which is no surprise becuase I swear my left check still looks swollen to this day from the root canal in Nov.) She tooks some x rays and sure enough I had another infection which is only the 3rd this year. I have been on and off anitbiotics since Oct. So back on antibiotics and I reschedule and go back 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later, my gums are still swollen my jaw bone hurts most of the time and the Dr decides its too risky putting the permanent crown back on, which he had remade and attached to a post so he could just glue the post and slide it in and that way the crown would have something to grab to. &lt;br /&gt;While I was there he made up a little temp crown to get me by till I saw the Endodontist,(which is this week.) Well that came off fri in the middle of surgery. I had to have the nurse pull my mask down and I spit it into a cup. What a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is this? What am I suppose to learn from this?&lt;br /&gt;Why, does this keep coming into my space? Meaning the infections and the never ending tooth issue. I just want to know what I get to learn from it, and learn and then move on. &lt;br /&gt;So is it really just that simple to ask to move on and create the learning and be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-5068017137496346581?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5068017137496346581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=5068017137496346581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5068017137496346581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5068017137496346581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-tooth.html' title='My Tooth'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2899808666522802365</id><published>2010-05-02T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:49:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend I moved from Centerville Utah to the Avenues in Salt Lake. I love love love my new place and it is so convinent and close to everything. I can walk to to grocery store, its only a few minutes from work and I am so Happy! I am still figuring out my room and where I want to put everything, but its coming along and I only have 2 more boxes to unpack. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 roomates named Jessica and Emily, they are both full time students at the U, and are a lot of fun and I feel very blessed to know them and have them in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my life and the paths I have had the opportunity to take and the lessons I have learned. Most of all the friendships I have had along the way, and the beautiful people in my life that have shown up for me in the most perfect way. Thank You and Namaste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2899808666522802365?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2899808666522802365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2899808666522802365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2899808666522802365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2899808666522802365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/05/move.html' title='The Move'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-9185435503415521756</id><published>2010-04-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:25:11.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life keeps Life"ing"..</title><content type='html'>So have you stopped to wonder that when life seems hard, or you get a curve ball thrown at you, or it just is one thing after another that it never stops. That life just keeps on life"ing." Well thats what I have been experiencing and it just keeps on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been wanting to move back to St George since about thanksgiving and thought it would happen, well its not meant to be for now. For the last 4 months I have been living in Centerville with family patiently waiting for the answer on what I get to do with my life. Well I have learned a lot and realize that I have my own answers and I have known all along it was just getting in tune with that answer and trusting that it would all work out. I feel like I have been living in free fall for the last 3 or 4 months, not knowing where I was falling too and where I would land. It has been a little scary at times, and has taken a lot of faith, trust, and positive thinking to keep on going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say I finally feel comfort and secure with taking the next step, and feel like it is time, and I am ready to move forward. I have learned that not only does it take clarity on the decisions I want but it also takes committed action. I can have all the clarity in the world, but my decscions and dreams will never happen until I take committed action and create them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I found a place to live in the Avenues here in Salt Lake, and I am excited to start school again this August.  St George will just have to wait, and there is always bigger and better right in front of me its just a matter of opening my eyes, and trusting to take that next step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-9185435503415521756?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9185435503415521756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=9185435503415521756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9185435503415521756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9185435503415521756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-keeps-lifeing.html' title='Life keeps Life&quot;ing&quot;..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2741964540029339575</id><published>2010-02-28T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:04:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Cedar City</title><content type='html'>So here is an update from my last post. I promise it will not be as long....&lt;br /&gt;So I did not get the job in Cedar City, which really is ok. It would have been extremely nice to be closer to family, but I really was not excited about working there. I did some clinicals there about 5 years ago and I did not enjoy them and it was not my favorite place to be, so it really is ok. Plus obviously I am not meant to live there or be there or else I would have gotten the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for right now I am just patiently waiting my next step in life wherever that may be or take me. I have an application in at the University of Utah Hospital here in Salt Lake, and I also have an application in at a Hosptial in Farminton, New Mexcico. That in istself is a long story so for shorts, it basically is a hosptial that is all about education and there employees getting an education. Which is what I want and not a lot of hospitals are willing to do so that is why I am looking at moving to New Mexico. It could be a very FUN adventure, and the plus to all of that is they would pay for me to go to school and guarantee me a job while I go to school and once I had graduated... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have learned is that I needed to prepare a Resume. It had been almost 10 years since my last and it was time for a new and updated version. Also I am continuing to learn patience and trust and staying postive that ALL will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2741964540029339575?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2741964540029339575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2741964540029339575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2741964540029339575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2741964540029339575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-cedar-city.html' title='Not Cedar City'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1312826914661127283</id><published>2010-02-17T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:20:03.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I know it has been over 2 months since my last post and a lot has happened which some involved my computer, hence the ability to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fantastic, and so wonderful to be home with my family. I love them so much and I am so grateful to have them apart of my life. I don't know where I would be with out them.&lt;br /&gt;Since about August of 2009 I new I would not be at my current job at St Marks Hospital for long. My 2 year mark was coming up in jan 2010 and I had a really strong desire to move on. At the time I was not clear whether that was with a travelling job or staying in salt lake and working at a different hospital, or moving.  At the begining of dec, I started putting applications out with a travel company and really had my hopes up, but nothing ever happened. And then I thought maybe I get to move back home to St George. Which is funny to me because when I left St George 2 years ago I swore I would never move back. But I guess you never can say never, because you never know what lies ahead. My old boss at the Surgical Center really wants be to come home and work for him, really bad. But he can't offer me a full time job right now plus benefits, which is something I cant live without, so thats not an option at this moment.  I talked with the OR Manager at Dixie and he has no positions open, and is unclear of when that will be so thats out. At the beginging of Dec I also noticed that the hospital in Cedar City was hiring, and for the fun of it I applied. In the mean time I let my boss know what my plans were in case something came up, but I also asked her to not tell anyone until I knew for sure what was going on.  Well that lasted one week, because one week later I had a dozen people come up to me and say, "Marla, told us you were leaving." When I confronted her about that she denied it to my face until I called her on it and then apologized. It was a huge learning lesson for me, in keeping quiet and not getting my hopes up too soon.  &lt;br /&gt;So I have been playing this waiting game since Dec and its been getting old, and at times trying. &lt;br /&gt;In the mean time my gallbladder has been acting up again and the attacks are worse than before. I scheduled some tests and they came back positive for cholecystitis aka bad gallbladder.  So it basically was a matter of time of when I would and if I wanted to have surgery to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;Jan 13th was a wed, I came home from work extremely exhausted and tired, and determined to go to bed early. When I arrived home a little voice told me that going to bed early would not be wise, so I headed the council. I ended up talking with my roomate and showing the house to a potential roomate, and then I started on some sewing. Well about 7:00 pm I had the urge to go to wal-mart to pick up some more fabric and sewing supplies, my roomate ended up leaving minutes after I did and as I left the house I was told to take my IPod as well. I went to wal-mart and ended up getting side tracked and stayed longer than planned. I arrived home 30 min later to find that the house had been broken into, we had be ransacked and robbed.  I called my roomate because I was in shock and unclear as to what exactly was going on. She told me to get out of the house and call the cops and that she was on her way home now. So I did. 30 min later the cops showed up and went to investigate while we waited out in the freezing cold. After they had okd it safe we were allowed to enter and not touch anything. We then gave a report of what was missing and the times we left and the time I returned. &lt;br /&gt;The thieves broke through my window (well the window does not lock so they simply opened it) and hit my room first. (I am so thankful I was not sleeping and listened to the voice, earlier I was plannin on coming home from work and going straight to bed.)They tore apart my dresser dumping the contents onto the floor and bed, also took apart my closet and looking for anything valuable. They took off with my brand new pillow cases I got from Christmas from a friend (jerks) and filled it up with my laptop, and jewerly. They then proceded to robb and tear apart the rest of the house.  &lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, is the back yard neighbor saw them carrying our belongings out to their truck, but didn't think twice about it and thought someone was moving out.  Which sucks, and he feels extremly bad about it now knowing what really took place.&lt;br /&gt;That night, I was so shook up and emotionally unstable that I could not stand to even be in the house. So thanks to some wonderful friends, I spent the next 2 nights at there house. &lt;br /&gt;Over the next 48 hours my gallbladder pain increased and got worse and worse so I scheduled surgery for monday the 18th of jan.  &lt;br /&gt;I had a really neat experience the friday before, which was 2 days after the burglery and 2 days before my surgery.  Some friends of mine invited me over for dinner and an angel reading, the message I got during the reading is that the robbery was created for me to heal emotionally from the anger and pain I was still choosing to hold onto from my childhood. And all of that emotion and pain I was harboring in my gallbladder. You see emotionally the gallbladder holds onto pain, resentment, anger, hate, and judment. The beautiful thing was that the robbery allowed me to fully be accountable for all that I was still choosing to hold onto emotionally and the surgery 2 days later was allowing me the opportunity to physically release it. I remember waking up from the surgery feeling so much lighter emotionally and free. &lt;br /&gt;After the surgery I had the opportunity to go to st george for 2 weeks and heal. It was great to be with my family and have my Mother and Ali taking really good care of me, and my brother Michael was an angel and gave me his bed for the 2 weeks. During that time I got word that my landlord wanted to sell the place and wanted everyone out of it by feb 1st. Which meant I had to figure out what I was going to do with all my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;My parents flew to slc and we boxed and moved everything to a storage unit. And I had a decision to make. Find an apt within 24 hours or ask my aunt and uncle if I could stay with them till I found a place. I opted for the 2nd choice.&lt;br /&gt;A week later I got a call from the hospital in Cedar City saying they wanted an interview so I drove down. It went good, but I am still waiting on there reply. &lt;br /&gt;All in all it has been a very hectic and life learing last few months, and really testing my faith, trust and ability to stay focus and positive on what I deserve to have and create for me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was driving from Salt Lake to Centerville(temp home) and there was a lot of fog in the air. It was so bad I could barely make out the vehicle in front of me or 50 feet in front. I noticed that when other cars came near or there lights that it made it harder and harder to see where I was going, or the road. As I got about a block from home it cleared up and I could see just fine. I realized that the fog and the experience I had driving home that night was exactly what my life has been over the last few months. I literally feel like I have been living in fog and it has been so unclear. So unclear to the point that I had to trust by putting one foot in front of the other, not clear on where I was stepping and if it was the right path. And as others would tell me where to go or what they thought was best for me it would get harder and harder to see and I would get so lost. But what I realized was that when I choose to listen to my spirit and trust in God and stay positive and not listen to others that the path is there and is clear and gets more clear with every step I take.  I know now that I get to be true to me and what I deserve to have in life and trust that I will be directed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1312826914661127283?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1312826914661127283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1312826914661127283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1312826914661127283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1312826914661127283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-425252164268509532</id><published>2009-12-13T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:16:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5OFux0JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f8LVUuLRS_0/s1600-h/Sledding+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5OFux0JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f8LVUuLRS_0/s320/Sledding+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414937778690576530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing a lot lately and I love it.. To drive in it and the coldness are not as fun but I love playing in it and just laying and watching it fall. This weekend Kyla came to visit and so we decided to play.. We went to a elementary school and went sledding on the big hill there. It was a lot of fun. As we were sledding we decided to build a jump from the snow, well for the life of us neither one of us could hit it as we went down the hill. It was pretty pathetic but we had so much fun in the process. Thanks Kyla for such a fun weekend. I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5O0XaybI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GNmbznXhIZA/s1600-h/Sledding+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5O0XaybI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GNmbznXhIZA/s320/Sledding+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414937791209064882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5PBt47nI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fbQZapIXUus/s1600-h/Sledding+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5PBt47nI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fbQZapIXUus/s320/Sledding+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414937794792975986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW7qAzcEjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WJEZVZKDclg/s1600-h/Sledding+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW7qAzcEjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WJEZVZKDclg/s320/Sledding+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414940457427538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to add that when we got back to my place after sledding I wanted to hurry and shovel the driveway where we park because I hate going out at 4 in the morning on my way to work and its all icy and slippery, so when we got home I started to shovel the driveway. Well I had already taken off my ski pants because they were wet and I did not want them to get my seats all soaked so I just had my long johns on, some leggins a sweat shirt my jacket and boots. Kyla snapped this one. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW7pyf5DuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ak3U_s6rl2o/s1600-h/Sledding+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW7pyf5DuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ak3U_s6rl2o/s320/Sledding+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414940453587455714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-425252164268509532?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/425252164268509532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=425252164268509532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/425252164268509532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/425252164268509532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SyW5OFux0JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f8LVUuLRS_0/s72-c/Sledding+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7761480009154476259</id><published>2009-12-01T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:24:20.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrum-4JCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mYb7Opp95IY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrum-4JCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mYb7Opp95IY/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489713326302242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday after thanksgiving we decided to decorate ginger bread houses and put up the christmas tree. My mom really got into the gingerbread house decorating and it was so funny to see her getting all excited and picky about how it looked and copying the box.. Errin and Kyla on the other hand were not picky at all about there houses and it was fun to see how they all turned out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXruQGukxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fNKt_--k8VI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXruQGukxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fNKt_--k8VI/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489707185214226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrOWkdM3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YDjU6hDO5c8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrOWkdM3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YDjU6hDO5c8/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489159164703602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrOAOAoII/AAAAAAAAAV4/927Md1y6Ps4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrOAOAoII/AAAAAAAAAV4/927Md1y6Ps4/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489153164976258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrNuUlB_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/fRPU87kFwVo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrNuUlB_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/fRPU87kFwVo/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489148360689650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrNcM8_QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8F2DcqNCVQI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrNcM8_QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8F2DcqNCVQI/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489143496867074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrMqHDfgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cunByfndyNE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrMqHDfgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cunByfndyNE/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410489130050354690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7761480009154476259?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7761480009154476259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7761480009154476259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7761480009154476259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7761480009154476259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SxXrum-4JCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mYb7Opp95IY/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2643230447940359272</id><published>2009-10-28T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:25:21.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I have posted anything but I think its time for something new. Last weekend I went to a Halloween work party. It was a ton of fun and a great turn out. My friend and co worker Megan had the party at her house and she had her house decorated to the max. It was incredible.  So for Halloween I was a "official stud finder." kind of cheesy but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt6ZRD3ZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SUG4Q4BfKOQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt6ZRD3ZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SUG4Q4BfKOQ/s320/Halloween+Party+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825740874177938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mindi and Derryl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt6OgzAhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Q6iZloZt5ME/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt6OgzAhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Q6iZloZt5ME/s320/Halloween+Party+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825737987392018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cathy, Me, and Tony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt52B6m6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Luni6azArs4/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt52B6m6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Luni6azArs4/s320/Halloween+Party+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825731415415714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dennis,Megan and baby Lydia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt5TC86bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zZJ3p_9Dl1s/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt5TC86bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zZJ3p_9Dl1s/s320/Halloween+Party+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825722024520114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shawn,Stacy,and Cathy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2643230447940359272?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2643230447940359272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2643230447940359272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2643230447940359272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2643230447940359272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sujt6ZRD3ZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SUG4Q4BfKOQ/s72-c/Halloween+Party+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-5270758703160798351</id><published>2009-08-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:43:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3H7FZvoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6I9jXgZdi24/s1600-h/summer+fun+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3H7FZvoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6I9jXgZdi24/s320/summer+fun+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810451967426178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to St George and celebrated Princess Ali's 4th Birthday Party. I can't believe she is already 4. Time has gone by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;We had the party at the pool at my mom's and Errin did a fantastic job of decorating the place. Aubrey made the cake and dressed up as sleeping beauty. Ali was speechless. It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3JMgtVkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eV8uifv3RxA/s1600-h/summer+fun+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3JMgtVkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eV8uifv3RxA/s320/summer+fun+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810473825228354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Grandpa and Grandma Gubler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3IRG11UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-Z8gQMt5dig/s1600-h/summer+fun+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3IRG11UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-Z8gQMt5dig/s320/summer+fun+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810457879041346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali singing Bipitti Bopitti Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3HZtK_mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-JLaMDuKPQo/s1600-h/summer+fun+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3HZtK_mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-JLaMDuKPQo/s320/summer+fun+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810443007426146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali's Magical Cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-5270758703160798351?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5270758703160798351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=5270758703160798351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5270758703160798351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5270758703160798351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/alis-birthday-party.html' title='Ali&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Spq3H7FZvoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6I9jXgZdi24/s72-c/summer+fun+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-3425587161739311615</id><published>2009-08-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:21:57.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodDCBsiV-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PhmAXJt293Y/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodDCBsiV-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PhmAXJt293Y/s320/Hogle+Zoo+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370334782756640738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister Errin came to SLC for the weekend to a photography workshop. I talked her into bringing Ali up so we could play. And then my brother Michael called and he wanted to come visit too, so I told him to come too. Well we had a rough night friday night. Ali had caught a flu bug and ended up throwing up all friday and friday night, it was no fun I don't believe I had ever used my washer and dryer as much as I used it last night, it seemed that every hour we had something new to wash. Poor chicken was so miserable, I felt so bad for her.  By saturday she was feeling better, we started off with some soup for breakfast and then she was able to stomach some pudding, and feeling pretty good so we decided to go to the zoo.  We had a great time and saw lots of different animals, we rode the train and carousal. I only wish Errin could have come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAYRTXwGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YSR0gmQlVeQ/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAYRTXwGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YSR0gmQlVeQ/s320/Hogle+Zoo+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370331866368295010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Ali with the Elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAY5fxNTI/AAAAAAAAATY/JuwVm1vZzpA/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAY5fxNTI/AAAAAAAAATY/JuwVm1vZzpA/s320/Hogle+Zoo+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370331877157713202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael riding the carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAaLPSblI/AAAAAAAAATo/-NGaOQFlE3Q/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAaLPSblI/AAAAAAAAATo/-NGaOQFlE3Q/s320/Hogle+Zoo+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370331899100294738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Shell with the Zebras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAaubft9I/AAAAAAAAATw/y7kmIdP1acA/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAaubft9I/AAAAAAAAATw/y7kmIdP1acA/s320/Hogle+Zoo+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370331908546738130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell and Ali with the Giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAkx3Ca1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_O370cmeLnA/s1600-h/Hogle+Zoo+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodAkx3Ca1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_O370cmeLnA/s320/Hogle+Zoo+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370332081266256722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new baby Giraffe, isn't he so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-3425587161739311615?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3425587161739311615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=3425587161739311615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3425587161739311615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3425587161739311615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SodDCBsiV-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PhmAXJt293Y/s72-c/Hogle+Zoo+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-321843419305922823</id><published>2009-07-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:21:38.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>So I have been hiking a lot lately and love it. I just joined this club called wasatch hike club and it is everything from hiking, climbing, skiing, snow shoeing, canooing,biking. You name it and they do it. Its awesome the club has printed out a magazine each month with full detailed activies and basically I just show up to whatever I want to do.  Im really excited because for years now I have wanted to get back into rock climbing but have no one to go with and now I can just show up and go with a group. Also the big plus is my roomate Rachel was the one who introduced it to me so now I have a climbing and hiking buddy. I am so EXCITED.... Here are some pics.  I climbed up to the MT Timpanogos caves sat and then Willow Lake on Wed.  Way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv9Ie-rGI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ng4B2tUxg9Y/s1600-h/willow+lake+hike+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv9Ie-rGI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ng4B2tUxg9Y/s320/willow+lake+hike+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473202191805538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate Rachel and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv8s6VUPI/AAAAAAAAATA/Kz4p-MPE8o0/s1600-h/willow+lake+hike+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv8s6VUPI/AAAAAAAAATA/Kz4p-MPE8o0/s320/willow+lake+hike+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473194790342898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow Lake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv8fFOncI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0Hjd-WRRhoo/s1600-h/Mt+Timpanogos+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv8fFOncI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0Hjd-WRRhoo/s320/Mt+Timpanogos+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473191077944770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT Timp Caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv768MjuI/AAAAAAAAASw/aeuv4Mr8Z10/s1600-h/Mt+Timpanogos+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv768MjuI/AAAAAAAAASw/aeuv4Mr8Z10/s320/Mt+Timpanogos+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473181376384738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timp Hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv7SdqB7I/AAAAAAAAASo/LQVeXX44Hng/s1600-h/Mt+Timpanogos+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv7SdqB7I/AAAAAAAAASo/LQVeXX44Hng/s320/Mt+Timpanogos+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473170510874546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Alpine from MT Timp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-321843419305922823?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/321843419305922823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=321843419305922823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/321843419305922823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/321843419305922823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SnJv9Ie-rGI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ng4B2tUxg9Y/s72-c/willow+lake+hike+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2734420889067154676</id><published>2009-07-24T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:16:16.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Chesney Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSV5o3QOI/AAAAAAAAASY/sSRZ9iwsmRs/s1600-h/Kenny+Chesney+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362118473796763874 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSV5o3QOI/AAAAAAAAASY/sSRZ9iwsmRs/s320/Kenny+Chesney+025.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So my roomate Camille has season tickets to the Real Soccer Games. So when we heard that Kenny was coming because of her season tickets she got half off on the Kenny tickets. So we sat on the 15th row, right next to the stage and only paid $79.00 a piece. The area we were sitting in the tickets were $250.00 a piece, so we got a crazy deal. The concert started out at 5:30 with Lady Antebellam,then Sugarland performed and then about 9:00 Kenny came out and did the most amazing show. I loved every second of it and we were so close to, it could not have gotten any better. Thanks Camille.. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSUyYsiQI/AAAAAAAAASA/LLNeMWfO2Ks/s1600-h/Kenny+Chesney+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362118454670035202 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSUyYsiQI/AAAAAAAAASA/LLNeMWfO2Ks/s320/Kenny+Chesney+003.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Camille and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSVWzPDhI/AAAAAAAAASI/hJZ6g5736Fg/s1600-h/Kenny+Chesney+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362118464445025810 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSVWzPDhI/AAAAAAAAASI/hJZ6g5736Fg/s320/Kenny+Chesney+006.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sugarland &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SmoSWUONclI/AAAAAAAAASg/mjPWxIV0Suc/s1600-h/Kenny+Chesney+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362118480932729426 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; 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Friday we went to breakfast at 25 and Main, and then afterwards went to my moms for swimming.  That evening I went with Errin and Jared to Dayne and Courtni's for dinner and poker.  Courtni made fajita's and Errin brought some awesome guacamole.  Saturday we woke up and went to Zions. My mom packed some sandwiches and we hiked Emerald Pools. We started out with the lower pool and then hiked up to the middle and upper pools.  The upper pool had a ton of water from all the rain and we were able to swim in it. It was cool and refreshing from the hot sun. Even Ali had a great time and was a great hiker.  She loved swimming in the upper pool and we could not get her out. We had a great time. After wards we went back to my moms and swam some more and then got ready and watched the fire works.  It was so great to see my grandparents and spend time with my mom's side of the family. That is one thing I miss living in Salt Lake is not seeing everyone. Thanks for a Fabulous weekend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol1zUrBOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V_K0l5oRmuE/s1600-h/skyline,robot,zions+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol1zUrBOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V_K0l5oRmuE/s320/skyline,robot,zions+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636312950834402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at 25 and Main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol2l_oRhI/AAAAAAAAARA/iw5hJFSJc9g/s1600-h/IMG_9434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol2l_oRhI/AAAAAAAAARA/iw5hJFSJc9g/s320/IMG_9434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636326552782354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zions  (not pictured is Michael, he had to work):(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol2SLS1eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fF_L4dy0HrE/s1600-h/skyline,robot,zions+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol2SLS1eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fF_L4dy0HrE/s320/skyline,robot,zions+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636321232999906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol22aStSI/AAAAAAAAARI/aO8Jb8t1uSg/s1600-h/IMG_9478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol22aStSI/AAAAAAAAARI/aO8Jb8t1uSg/s320/IMG_9478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636330959582498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol3XAWPjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hxHytUU8T30/s1600-h/IMG_9488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol3XAWPjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hxHytUU8T30/s320/IMG_9488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357636339709132338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloogg95dSI/AAAAAAAAARY/N7tTAe47VCw/s1600-h/IMG_9493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloogg95dSI/AAAAAAAAARY/N7tTAe47VCw/s320/IMG_9493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357639245781103906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errin and Ali having a water fight at middle pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloogy8lO_I/AAAAAAAAARg/tU1irfGHJ1k/s1600-h/IMG_9549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloogy8lO_I/AAAAAAAAARg/tU1irfGHJ1k/s320/IMG_9549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357639250607422450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in upper pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloohe3GaFI/AAAAAAAAARo/SoHnQ85Rcoo/s1600-h/skyline,robot,zions+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sloohe3GaFI/AAAAAAAAARo/SoHnQ85Rcoo/s320/skyline,robot,zions+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357639262395590738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slooh3rmCrI/AAAAAAAAARw/bFnkWJbITAI/s1600-h/skyline,robot,zions+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slooh3rmCrI/AAAAAAAAARw/bFnkWJbITAI/s320/skyline,robot,zions+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357639269058218674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errins Yummy 4th of July cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SlooilztwtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/X40TZcz0M0k/s1600-h/skyline,robot,zions+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SlooilztwtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/X40TZcz0M0k/s320/skyline,robot,zions+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357639281440309970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma and Grandpa... I love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4218413895413410076?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4218413895413410076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4218413895413410076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4218413895413410076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4218413895413410076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Slol1zUrBOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V_K0l5oRmuE/s72-c/skyline,robot,zions+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-5169725706296727123</id><published>2009-06-20T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:18:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>The begining of June I was able to go to Orlando Florida.  My dad had a business convention at one of the resorts on walt disney world so he had already planned on taking my mom, kyla, and michael. I was able to get work off at the last minute and was able to go with. I had a great time. It was my first time at Walt Disney World and so I was soakin up every second of it.  Here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RqJT3txI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Kql60A1sM6Y/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RqJT3txI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Kql60A1sM6Y/s320/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592085625812754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RpoHs8DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KsolR5IK9gI/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RpoHs8DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KsolR5IK9gI/s320/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592076716404786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RpRAh2jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/oX9RGk-rhBY/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RpRAh2jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/oX9RGk-rhBY/s320/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592070512302642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2Row7AFjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I2DZVElCHUM/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2Row7AFjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I2DZVElCHUM/s320/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592061899183666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RoSmAsWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xyk1RhAjVUw/s1600-h/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RoSmAsWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xyk1RhAjVUw/s320/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592053758079330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-5169725706296727123?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5169725706296727123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=5169725706296727123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5169725706296727123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5169725706296727123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sj2RqJT3txI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Kql60A1sM6Y/s72-c/Magic+Kingdom+and+Epcot+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-9091403575467768729</id><published>2009-05-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:56:50.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May</title><content type='html'>So this weekend my Mom flew to Salt Lake to spend the weekend with me and celebrate my birthday early, and to also sing at the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point.  Well the tulip festival got rained out, and so we went shopping got pedicures, and just had a girls weekend. It was so much fun, Thanks Mom... I love YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JG13SciI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dPQgCCaAMFo/s1600-h/Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JG13SciI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dPQgCCaAMFo/s320/Birthday+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779390740263458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sisters Errin and Ashley bought me this gorgeous Mother of Pearl necklace with matching earings.  Thanks girls I love it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the shirts I got, and a pair of shorts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGv-oteI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pSL35txv3Tc/s1600-h/Birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGv-oteI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pSL35txv3Tc/s320/Birthday+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779389160469986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGfe9iZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/POcUCPKsR0s/s1600-h/Birthday+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGfe9iZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/POcUCPKsR0s/s320/Birthday+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779384732649874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGCugVvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b8L5nSkAzs0/s1600-h/Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JGCugVvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b8L5nSkAzs0/s320/Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779377013217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JFlAM24I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dq3jUytybq4/s1600-h/Birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JFlAM24I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dq3jUytybq4/s320/Birthday+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779369034374018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least our beautiful toes.  They turned out so cute.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5Ko_w0rUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dA0mEYH7IG8/s1600-h/birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5Ko_w0rUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dA0mEYH7IG8/s320/birthday+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781077024681282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-9091403575467768729?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9091403575467768729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=9091403575467768729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9091403575467768729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9091403575467768729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may.html' title='Happy May'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Sf5JG13SciI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dPQgCCaAMFo/s72-c/Birthday+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4205488903191458414</id><published>2009-04-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:12:37.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci</title><content type='html'>So the other day my boss asked to speak with me. I was a little nervous and I was thinking whats going on that she would like to speak to me.  And then I started thinking about why do I get to be nervous I have done nothing wrong.  I hate it how I always think if the boss wants to speak it must not be good. WRONG.. So anyways she told me that the hospital was going to be getting a Da Vinci. Which is a robot that the doctor works with to do minimally invasive surgery. So in our case at St Marks it would be genitourinary and gyncological. (aka gyn and urology)So where I come in? She has asked me to be on the team. She picked me and one other scrub who will go and get training on the instrument and then be the ones who assist in the surgery and then later on down the road teach the other scrubs.  I am so excited and pleased that out of the 20 techs that work at st marks she picked me.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic and I will explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Seernj5YnoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lWR7sYhtPLk/s1600-h/da+Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Seernj5YnoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lWR7sYhtPLk/s320/da+Vinci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325413780528078466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor sits in this booth and places his/her hands in a machine type device, that the robot picks up, so it is guided by the doctor. The doctor also looks into this monitor which is 3D and magnified and able to see what is going on and what they get to do.  Me as the tech I stand at the sterile field with the robot and pass instruments and assist up with the robot.  &lt;br /&gt;Pretty Interesting. I will let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4205488903191458414?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4205488903191458414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4205488903191458414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4205488903191458414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4205488903191458414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-vinci.html' title='Da Vinci'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/Seernj5YnoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lWR7sYhtPLk/s72-c/da+Vinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4866815133045941134</id><published>2009-03-19T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:28:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party</title><content type='html'>So my friend Jenn, has a daughter who just turned 5 and so we had a princess birthday party. It was a lot of fun, the girls she invited came dressed up. We had several different stations set up where we painted there nails, curled and styled there hair, put a little make up on, made wands, necklaces and bracelets, and also did bindi's on their foreheads.  Bindi's are a painted design that is traditional in India, as a symbol of the Feminine Goddess that we all are. It was so fun to dress up and spend time with just girls, and the little girls loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;                          (Jenn is on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLhLDsS7MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NGf1kDVRyaA/s1600-h/Princess+Party+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLhLDsS7MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NGf1kDVRyaA/s320/Princess+Party+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058090336513218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgjHXm_fI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ooqj1OMl9s8/s1600-h/Princess+Party+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgjHXm_fI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ooqj1OMl9s8/s320/Princess+Party+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315057404128722418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgjB8e-qI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xpLsEe6mtY0/s1600-h/Princess+Party+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgjB8e-qI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xpLsEe6mtY0/s320/Princess+Party+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315057402672773794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgipa7wuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yvITX35KF8o/s1600-h/Princess+Party+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgipa7wuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yvITX35KF8o/s320/Princess+Party+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315057396089602786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgi7j8aCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rt9MXU-6QXE/s1600-h/Princess+Party+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLgi7j8aCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rt9MXU-6QXE/s320/Princess+Party+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315057400959232034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4866815133045941134?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4866815133045941134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4866815133045941134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4866815133045941134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4866815133045941134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/ScLhLDsS7MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NGf1kDVRyaA/s72-c/Princess+Party+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-786251052350111637</id><published>2009-03-08T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:49:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George :)</title><content type='html'>So I went to St George this last weekend. The weather was beautiful and it was so fun to spend time with my family. I love them to Death... Errin, Michael, Ali and I were killing some time between my sister Kyla's basketball game and decided to go take some pictures. Errin took these and they are so cute I had to show them off. Thanks Errin I love You...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SbS61h3AjGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/imGbZkx2VHM/s1600-h/Ali+04+ea+photo+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SbS61h3AjGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/imGbZkx2VHM/s320/Ali+04+ea+photo+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075289361583202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SbS60tg_T4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zx0ehJ4V1qM/s1600-h/Michelle+04++ea+photo+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SbS60tg_T4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zx0ehJ4V1qM/s320/Michelle+04++ea+photo+04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075275310583682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-786251052350111637?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/786251052350111637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=786251052350111637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/786251052350111637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/786251052350111637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-george.html' title='St George :)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SbS61h3AjGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/imGbZkx2VHM/s72-c/Ali+04+ea+photo+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-543288750789697999</id><published>2009-02-14T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:39:52.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZfGOUsMosI/AAAAAAAAANw/zHC1FdYyZ8k/s1600-h/Valentines+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZfGOUsMosI/AAAAAAAAANw/zHC1FdYyZ8k/s320/Valentines+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302925035626603202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a great Valentines. My friend Brice had a 1920's Valentines party. It was a lot of fun to see what everyone dressed up as.  I already owned the shoes, dress and fish net stockings, and then went out and bought the boa and gloves. It was way cute. Then I left half way through and went to my friend Todd and Eric's Valentines party, which consisted of dancing, eating, and rock band. It was a lot of fun. Thanks Guys... Hope you all had a Great Day. Happy Valentines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-543288750789697999?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/543288750789697999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=543288750789697999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/543288750789697999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/543288750789697999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZfGOUsMosI/AAAAAAAAANw/zHC1FdYyZ8k/s72-c/Valentines+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-9146589171478776099</id><published>2009-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:04:58.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97hPR7hI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pzwe3YYwMsg/s1600-h/Michelle%27s+Room+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97hPR7hI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pzwe3YYwMsg/s320/Michelle%27s+Room+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775178996084242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97fcnHeI/AAAAAAAAANg/NXwPsYJNFXQ/s1600-h/Michelle%27s+Room+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97fcnHeI/AAAAAAAAANg/NXwPsYJNFXQ/s320/Michelle%27s+Room+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775178515127778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97M_cUwI/AAAAAAAAANY/FfIUJblWBK4/s1600-h/Michelle%27s+Room+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97M_cUwI/AAAAAAAAANY/FfIUJblWBK4/s320/Michelle%27s+Room+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775173560947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc96-lhW1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/L9yQy00JoW8/s1600-h/Michelle%27s+Room+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc96-lhW1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/L9yQy00JoW8/s320/Michelle%27s+Room+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775169694128978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc96lDCfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/Nul3Tnz2IbU/s1600-h/Michelle%27s+Room+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc96lDCfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/Nul3Tnz2IbU/s320/Michelle%27s+Room+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775162838613282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you did not know I moved to a new place.  In Jan I was asked to move out because the friends I was renting from needed the place so there daughter and son in law could move in due to the recession they could not afford to pay there mortgage and go to school full time, so they are renting there apartment in Orem and moved into my old basement apartment.  I was having issues with it at first and it came on all of a sudden and was very hard at first.  My sweet mother immedietly got on craigs list and ksl and emailed me all the listings that she thought I would like, and from there I found this place. It is an older house in Holladay, Ut and its really close to work, (less than 2 miles). So I am renting a room. I have roomates now and things are definetely different but for the best.  It really hit hard the first night when I was so exausted from moving and went to wash my face and couldn't because one of the girls was using the bathroom. I cried and cried.  (LOL) The good news is I save $100 dollars a month on rent, I am 2 miles from work instead of 30 minutes. I am 5 minutes from the gym, and it is such a fun location. Oh Yea and I have roomates to make more friends and I hear the ward is a lot of fun. So my life has been extrememly crazy the last 2 weeks but I am finally adjusted and feel at home. Here are some pics of my bedroom. I would go take a pic of the house but there is a blizzard out side and I don't feel like going out there. :) &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my beautiful friends who assisted me with moving all of my belongings. (Jenn, Scott, Ashley, Jackston, Jayden, Lucas and Branden). I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-9146589171478776099?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9146589171478776099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=9146589171478776099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9146589171478776099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/9146589171478776099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/move.html' title='The Move'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SZc97hPR7hI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pzwe3YYwMsg/s72-c/Michelle%27s+Room+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1396240768723142841</id><published>2009-02-06T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:23:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Tutu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0MmIqpQEI/AAAAAAAAANA/tsl9UJq1DDo/s1600-h/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0MmIqpQEI/AAAAAAAAANA/tsl9UJq1DDo/s320/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906185785851970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0MmEVPdnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BfdNj1xsNnQ/s1600-h/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0MmEVPdnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BfdNj1xsNnQ/s320/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906184622339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0Ml8VjCJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A9NYsX3SBEk/s1600-h/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0Ml8VjCJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A9NYsX3SBEk/s320/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906182476138642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Cari made this adorable tutu and wand for my neice Ali. Ali loves it and immedietly put it on and wore it all night. I just love it. Thanks Cari. (to check out more tutu's go to &lt;a href="http://www.lildivatutus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cari's website. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1396240768723142841?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1396240768723142841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1396240768723142841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1396240768723142841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1396240768723142841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/alis-tutu.html' title='Ali&apos;s Tutu'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SY0MmIqpQEI/AAAAAAAAANA/tsl9UJq1DDo/s72-c/Ali%27s+TuTu+ea+photo+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-6794996788106016084</id><published>2009-01-20T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:01:42.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhgpZZ5bI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ueDxZ2p_Zrk/s1600-h/Sledding+Jan+09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhgpZZ5bI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ueDxZ2p_Zrk/s320/Sledding+Jan+09+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293525625516713394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jan 3rd I wanted to go sledding really bad.  I had spent the morning cleaning my house and was feeling bad because I was not in Palm Deseret California with friends. Its a long story... So anyways I called Kristie to see what the girls were up too and I also knew they had sleds. She said they had to finish there chores but afterwards we could go sledding. I was so excited I put my snow clothes on and went immediately over.  We loaded up the sleds and the girls got there snow clothes on and we were off.  We went to a elementary school up fort union blvd and it was awesome I have not laughed that hard in a long time and I had forgotten how fun it was to sled.  We would each get on our own sleds one at a time and we would also go down all together each holding on to eachothers sled. It was crazy and we would always start out going feet first sitting but halfway down the mountain we would end up spinning around and so then we would never know where we were going. It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhgdY4aWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fC3UvI-DJvs/s1600-h/Sledding+Jan+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhgdY4aWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fC3UvI-DJvs/s320/Sledding+Jan+09+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293525622293293410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made snow angels and had a snow ball fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhfoAXwgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wh8YBThFcCE/s1600-h/Sledding+Jan+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhfoAXwgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wh8YBThFcCE/s320/Sledding+Jan+09+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293525607963410946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got done Kristie had hot chocolate for us. Yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I can't wait for Errin and Ali to come up so we can go sledding too. Ali is going to love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-6794996788106016084?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6794996788106016084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=6794996788106016084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6794996788106016084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6794996788106016084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SXZhgpZZ5bI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ueDxZ2p_Zrk/s72-c/Sledding+Jan+09+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1283066431369624492</id><published>2009-01-01T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:28:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SV2l5ULKJ9I/AAAAAAAAAME/BZqUikaHX_Y/s1600-h/Michelle+ea+photo+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SV2l5ULKJ9I/AAAAAAAAAME/BZqUikaHX_Y/s320/Michelle+ea+photo+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563941689468882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a long time since I have posted anything, life has been crazy.  So Christmas was wonderful, I was able to go home to St George on Christmas Eve, and stay thru the weekend, it was great.  While I was there I had the opportunity of having my beautiful sister Errin take some pictures of me.  She only had time so far to edit one of them so here it is, and I will post the rest when she is finished with them.. She did a fantastic job, and I just want her to know how much I love and appreciate her and all she does. She is the Greatest.. I love You Errin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1283066431369624492?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1283066431369624492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1283066431369624492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1283066431369624492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1283066431369624492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SV2l5ULKJ9I/AAAAAAAAAME/BZqUikaHX_Y/s72-c/Michelle+ea+photo+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-610000813279428572</id><published>2008-11-10T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:59:48.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER</title><content type='html'>I had a really great experience today at work.  Lately in the mornings on my way to work I declare audibly what I want to create that day, and then I ask my Heavenly Father and my Angels to assist me in that.  Some days I choose unconditional love, wisdom, patience, forgiveness, or whatever I am feeling at that moment. I never think about it I will just say what comes to my heart. I challenge you all to do it, it is amazing.  Well today I declared Personal Power becuase I have been struggling with that and realized that I just get to fully step into my power and claim it.  When I got to work and saw what room I was in, the Dr, and the nurse I was working with, I immedietaley chose to become frustrated and mad.  I continued to choose into this until about halfway through the first case when I had a huge ahah moment.  I started asking myself why I had choosen to feel this way and how it was serving me at this moment, and what I got to do differently.  I realized that by choosing into the negativity and the frustration of the room, Dr, and nurse that I was giving up my personal power, I was not in control of me, this negativity and frustration was in control and I had just thrown my personal power out the window in one split second. I quickly adjusted and chose love and power and the rest of the day was great, I was still extremely excited when 3pm rolled around and I could leave but it was perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;I challenge you all the next time you get upset or choose negativity to remember you are giving your personal power away and choose love and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-610000813279428572?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/610000813279428572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=610000813279428572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/610000813279428572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/610000813279428572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/11/power.html' title='POWER'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2149212366318211319</id><published>2008-11-07T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:52:10.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>So for Halloween I dressed up as a Fairy.  Friday the 25th was a work Halloween Party that was a lot of fun. It was great to spend time with some of the ones I work with outside of work.  We partied till around 3 some stayed till 3:30 in the morning. Good Times.... On the 31st my friend Lyndee hosted a halloween party, that was a total blast.  So here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpanIi_3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NRUuBSzDZj4/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpanIi_3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NRUuBSzDZj4/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090507693653874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpbAn2NeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FtQKDdgbqvo/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpbAn2NeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FtQKDdgbqvo/s320/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090514535822818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, Me and McKenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the Work Party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpbZmM3mI/AAAAAAAAALE/f5g2k-_VKEU/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpbZmM3mI/AAAAAAAAALE/f5g2k-_VKEU/s320/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090521239805538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and Chuck (lioness and tamer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpdiZ9HvI/AAAAAAAAALM/PwVcyeyMETo/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpdiZ9HvI/AAAAAAAAALM/PwVcyeyMETo/s320/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090557964099314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Mo (little red riding hood and wolf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpdzh3WgI/AAAAAAAAALU/YGEhcc179DY/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpdzh3WgI/AAAAAAAAALU/YGEhcc179DY/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090562560678402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony (pot head. Literally, he said he was coming as himself.) LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuJYKofaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wZ7csiHheWM/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuJYKofaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wZ7csiHheWM/s320/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266095709176233378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel (the gladiator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuJGfxVTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mujyIHXiHQs/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuJGfxVTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mujyIHXiHQs/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266095704433055026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;Alli and John (smurfs...crazy..need I say more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuIw3lM_I/AAAAAAAAALs/4DHSQTBAiEA/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuIw3lM_I/AAAAAAAAALs/4DHSQTBAiEA/s320/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266095698627343346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy and Me (chia pet and fairy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuIlqMFtI/AAAAAAAAALk/3hDujSRZL8k/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuIlqMFtI/AAAAAAAAALk/3hDujSRZL8k/s320/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266095695618381522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany (witch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuH07cEjI/AAAAAAAAALc/UJzmoZkcmVw/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTuH07cEjI/AAAAAAAAALc/UJzmoZkcmVw/s320/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266095682537394738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve (roman emporer) Tony (pot head) Eric (someone from that 70's show) Shawn (witch) Jen (roman goddess)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2149212366318211319?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2149212366318211319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2149212366318211319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2149212366318211319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2149212366318211319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SRTpanIi_3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NRUuBSzDZj4/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4584823480944670215</id><published>2008-11-01T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:23:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a new post</title><content type='html'>My sister informed me it is time for a new post.  I don't blame her, my computer is really old and has not been working that well.  It will not let me download any pictures and so I was still waiting out on that.  A lot of things have been happening in my life, and it has been very buisy, which is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was Madi and Kenna's birthday on the 4th Of Oct.  They wanted to have a snowman birthday, it turned out so great. Kristie and Ryan decorated the basement to look like a winter wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztBiy2JcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hi3o05GAEPE/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztBiy2JcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hi3o05GAEPE/s320/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842675264988610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla also came up that same weekend.  We went to Nickle Mania, which is this huge arcade game store that only costs nickels. We had a great time. Saturday we went to the girls birthday party and assisted with making the snowman.  After all the kids went home we played in the basement with the girls checking out there new gifts.  They got a tea set, so of course we had a tea party, and played barbies and polly pockets.  It was FUN... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztBwouElI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/20tqeLz8p9I/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztBwouElI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/20tqeLz8p9I/s320/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842678980612690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed that weekend and so Kyla and I went to SnowBird and we rode the tram to the top of the Mt. It was goregous and of course we were not dressed for the weather.  I was standing in thigh deep snow at one point. Here are some pictures of Kyla.. Brrrr&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztCi9KRpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NhF9OUEJes4/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztCi9KRpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NhF9OUEJes4/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842692488119954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztDJ0X4GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/17vxq0rpQa0/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztDJ0X4GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/17vxq0rpQa0/s320/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842702920245346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztCW8FGuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v4aPSCKXUIM/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztCW8FGuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v4aPSCKXUIM/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842689262361314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4584823480944670215?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4584823480944670215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4584823480944670215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4584823480944670215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4584823480944670215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-new-post.html' title='time for a new post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SQztBiy2JcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hi3o05GAEPE/s72-c/DSC01145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2027001651598405872</id><published>2008-09-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:20:22.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt Shasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBAKzOPyeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zMz67vhSO50/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBAKzOPyeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zMz67vhSO50/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267719806831074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Septemebr 17th I had the oppurtunity to go to Mt Shasta California.  What an incredible experience. I stayed in a Chalet on the edge of Lake Siskiyou. The lake was beautiful with a perfect view of Mt Shasta.  It was very Heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBF_YrnoAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGeM6jUvF2c/s1600-h/chalet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBF_YrnoAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGeM6jUvF2c/s320/chalet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274120773476354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBF_lQPNUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f1dbof_fBwU/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBF_lQPNUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f1dbof_fBwU/s320/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274124148290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, started out with training at the resort, the resort prepared lunches for all of us (120 people) and we took them and went to the head waters of the Sacramento river. Which runs directly off of Mt Shasta. It was gorgeous. I was able to fill my water bottle up directly from the water and drink it immediately. It was pure living water and very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLo3usB9hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HybYRQsBMEc/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLo3usB9hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HybYRQsBMEc/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016159590577682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLo37yXDvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zAQEEb_E-OM/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLo37yXDvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zAQEEb_E-OM/s320/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016163106787058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this amazing area with different types of trees and bamboo at the head waters. This one tree I took a pic of is connected at the bottom, and then reconnects about 100 ft up.  It was amazing, look at the branches of the one on the left. It looks like it has been kept alive by the tree on the right.. Its Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLqInk_twI/AAAAAAAAAHY/REnK8pXqWRo/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLqInk_twI/AAAAAAAAAHY/REnK8pXqWRo/s320/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252017549251426050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLqI5le7VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/01w-l8RCs4A/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLqI5le7VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/01w-l8RCs4A/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252017554085309778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the head waters we drove about 30 minutes to some water falls, there was a upper, middle and lower fall.  The water was very cold but I got in anyway. It was very refreshing, cleansing, and rejuvenating. Notice the rocks, and the luscious green plants growing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLsk8-E32I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BorRvMnDKDs/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLsk8-E32I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BorRvMnDKDs/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020235053358946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslNeuiNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vwhIB5TiDAg/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslNeuiNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vwhIB5TiDAg/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020239485274322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslosTSWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6Ng9AkVQVRA/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslosTSWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6Ng9AkVQVRA/s320/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020246789966178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslrqJixI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ofRJAGTjYV0/s1600-h/falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLslrqJixI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ofRJAGTjYV0/s320/falls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020247586245394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLsltsrLKI/AAAAAAAAAII/sRkX2B1Vy88/s1600-h/shasta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLsltsrLKI/AAAAAAAAAII/sRkX2B1Vy88/s320/shasta2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020248133708962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was incredible we all met that morning in the training room at the resort, and then we got our lunches and drove to Glass Mountain. Glass Mountain is exactly what it sounds like.  It is a huge mountain of Obsidian.  A lot of the area around Mt Shasta at one point was a huge volcano, and when it erupted the molton lava cooled so fast it had no time to crysallize, creating Obsidian. Obsidian is an amazing stone without boundaries or limitations, so it works extremely fast and with great power.  It also eliminates energy blockages and relieves tension.  I just have to say that I was sick the first few days at Shasta. I left wednesday morning with the flu and on thursday as I was sitting on this mountain of Obsidian, I could feel my head and sinuses draining, and after a few hours I was totally fine, I had no flu and I felt great.  I also get to add, that it assists in dissolving blockages and tension in the physical body, including hardened arteries. (so my dad gets to have a piece of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLw1TtwVtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EmmYT0rDTwc/s1600-h/glass+mtn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLw1TtwVtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EmmYT0rDTwc/s320/glass+mtn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024914083337938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLw1oZGOOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6iWKFjZBuCc/s1600-h/glass+mtn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLw1oZGOOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6iWKFjZBuCc/s320/glass+mtn3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024919633836258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Glass Mountain, we drove back to Mt Shasta and the girls shopped and the boys went grocery shopping for dinner, they had planned on cooking us dinner. I get to add I was staying in a chalet and traveled with 2 other couples Jenn and Scott and Ashley and Marcus.  Marcus and Scott came back to get us and had mentioned that they found a crystal shop that they wanted to show Jenn, Ashley and I.  As we were walking back to the crystal shop Marcus and Scott wanted to know how they were going to explain me to the crystal shop. Becuase they told the workers that they were from Utah and were going to come back with there wives.  But there were only 2 men and 3 woman and Utah practices polygamy, so the boys were wondering how they were going to explain me.  It was pretty funny.  That night while the boys were cooking dinner Ashley, Jenn and I got in our swimming suits and walked out the back door and down to the lake and went swimming.  It was so much fun, the water felt great and it was a direct view of the Mount.  We swam arcoss the lake to the other side and then enjoyed the view. It was gorgeous. Here is a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLzjkcBFRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ny4PzsI1KWc/s1600-h/shasta10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOLzjkcBFRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ny4PzsI1KWc/s320/shasta10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252027907869578514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, was the best. We woke up and met everyone around 7:30 am, and drove up Mt Shasta. There is a road that goes about half way up the mount. At the top of the Mount where we drove to which is the farthest we could drive to is a place called Panther Meadow.  It is just a beautiful meadow, with an amazing view of Mt Shasta. It is very quiet and peaceful, and breath taking.  we spent most of the day at Panther Meadow, none of us wanted to leave. The whole time while we were at Panther Meadow there was a group of blue birds flying around me and above me.  So I started to follow them and they lead me to this tree, which was incredible and amazingly peaceful, I ended up spending some time with this tree and just felt her energy and the beauty of Mother Nature. Here is a couple of pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL17VcuZhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qm4RVs9FVgk/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL17VcuZhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qm4RVs9FVgk/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252030515186132498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL173D2MhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K7w7f-QStag/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL173D2MhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K7w7f-QStag/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252030524208591378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole time the birds still kept flying around and so I knew they had led me to this tree, so I took some pics of it but I still wasn't sure what the whole meaning was. Well when I got home and downloaded the pics I saw that there are about 6 or 7 birds at the very top.  So click on the pic to blow it up bigger and see the birds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we all (120) of us met back at the resort for a very nice dinner and a time to share and talk and enjoy one anothers company. I did not want it to end. It was such and incredible time and experiance.  Mt Shasta to me felt very peaceful and heavenly.  I felt like I was home in heaven, like what the pre existance felt like before coming to earth. So leaving it on Sunday was very hard. It felt like I had been waiting to go there my whole life and reconnect my spirit and then to have to leave it again was difficult. And I know that must have been what it felt like to leave our heavenly home and come to this earth.  I also learned that Mt Shasta was planted on this earth from a different planet.  And also the white cloud you see above Mt Shasta is always there in the day and usually gone at night. This is a pic of Mt Shasta with the clouds very thick and full. Isn't it awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL6DUGV7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/V91EXNY3Tyw/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOL6DUGV7fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/V91EXNY3Tyw/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252035050309283314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt Shasta is the place where the Masters and light workers live and do there work, so they create that cloud during the day so as to not draw attention to them.  There is a community of lightworkers that live in Mt Shasta and have for hundreds of years, they are 5th dimensional beings, they look like you and I except they are a lot taller and there skin is very pale.  They were once a part of Lemuria and Atlantis and when that was destroyed they moved to Mt Shasta.  &lt;br /&gt;I know this post is long, but enjoy. It was an incredible experiance and I will be going back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2027001651598405872?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2027001651598405872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2027001651598405872' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2027001651598405872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2027001651598405872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/09/mt-shasta.html' title='Mt Shasta'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SOBAKzOPyeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zMz67vhSO50/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-3182302586491715336</id><published>2008-09-15T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:38:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP OVER</title><content type='html'>Friday night Madison and McKenna came over and had a sleep over at "shells" house. They were so excited. It had been since about february since they slept over and I had told Kristie that one of these nights when I was not on call I wanted to have them over.  &lt;br /&gt;The whole ride over in the car they could not stop talking about "shells" house and what we were going to do.  Of course stay up was one of them. (to them 10:00 is staying up) They also informed me that they could sleep on the couch that folds into a bed becuase thats where they slept last time, and by the way Michael and Kyla (my bro and sis) were there last time, so of course they asked if they were going to be there this time.  I told the girls no and that Michael and Kyla live in St George.  They also asked if they could have popcorn with M&amp;M's in it like last time and I had popcorn but no M&amp;M's so it wasn't as apealing. (They sure have a good memory, no fooling these two :)&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up and watched "Cat in the Hat," and Madison chose that movie because it is Michaels favorite movie.  We went to bed around 10:30 and they slept till about 9:30 the next morning.  When they woke we made pancakes and eggs. (which was the only food in my house, I didn't even have milk for cereal. yikes)  Then the girls wanted to watch another movie so Mckenna chose "Mickey's Christmas" They are a little excited for Christmas.  After that they wanted to play some kiddy games but I don't have many kiddy games so they asked me if they could do chores.  I had no problem saying no to that. So they mopped my floor, cleaned my kitchen sink, vacuumed, washed my windows and did my laundry.  It was GREAT... and the cool thing is, is they are so OCD about the little things that they don't miss anything.  Mckenna mopped the same area over and over and over again many times I finally had to tell her to mop a different area, she kept showing me all she had collected on the mop. It was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;Then they chose to watch "Elf".. Im telling you they can't wait till Christmas. I think one reason is they get a new brother and there will be lots of snow.  &lt;br /&gt;So I had a great weekend with the Girls and My house got cleaned.  It can't get any better than that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SM8nSHmBhJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LnSZLpc3OJo/s1600-h/madi+and+kenna+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SM8nSHmBhJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LnSZLpc3OJo/s320/madi+and+kenna+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455283139576978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU Madi Cat and Kenna Roo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SM8nSROSKKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/T_N3lpS6OL0/s1600-h/madi+and+kenna+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SM8nSROSKKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/T_N3lpS6OL0/s320/madi+and+kenna+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455285724358818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I look a little scary in this one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-3182302586491715336?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3182302586491715336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=3182302586491715336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3182302586491715336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/3182302586491715336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-over.html' title='SLEEP OVER'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SM8nSHmBhJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LnSZLpc3OJo/s72-c/madi+and+kenna+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7779826172010346684</id><published>2008-09-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:58:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad and his Olympic friends</title><content type='html'>My dad had the most incredible oppurtunity the last couple of days and that was to fly the Men's and Women's US Gymnastics Team to Chicago for the Oprah show which will air on Monday the 8th at 400 pm. So below is what he experienced but my mom is telling the story.  ( I didn't want to rewrite it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US Men's and Women's Olympic Team - Beijing 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_RZcggI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_STFzUxff4A/s1600-h/Olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_RZcggI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_STFzUxff4A/s320/Olympics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362577075077634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_jiFCpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BOXH9uzT9-I/s1600-h/Olympics1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_jiFCpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BOXH9uzT9-I/s320/Olympics1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362581943126674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Nastia and Robin on the flight deck. (see the medals???) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_uohYSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nbjrQsNGmxQ/s1600-h/Olympics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_uohYSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nbjrQsNGmxQ/s320/Olympics2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362584922939682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Shawn riding in the over-head luggage bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_1JfC4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L4mIjtBaYs4/s1600-h/Olympics3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_1JfC4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L4mIjtBaYs4/s320/Olympics3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362586671811458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Robin's new Olympic Crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCdAFB4RBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0hFK-rmN-JM/s1600-h/Olympics5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCdAFB4RBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0hFK-rmN-JM/s320/Olympics5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362590934877202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Nastia - Robin - Kristi - John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opportunity Robin had. They picked up the team Tuesday night in Reno, and after a couple of hours in flight, the flight attendant came to the flight deck and informed them that the Olympic crew were enjoying themselves and she had pictures of them in the overhead bins. They wanted to see if they would fit (they were obviously having a great time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin was able to go in the back and they seemed to think they were going to get in trouble when they say the man in uniform coming, but really all he wanted to do was meet them and tell them how proud we were of their accomplishments and that we had cheered them on from the comfort of the couch. They seemed surprised that he knew their names and had taken interest in watching their performances. Hearing that, they offered to allow another photo shoot, making sure he was "in the picture." After the photos were taken, Johnathon Horton, declared that he was now a celebrity (he just felt honored to have had the opportunity to be in their presence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all wanted to sit in the flight deck and have their pictures taken, but Robin had to regrettably inform them that it couldn't be done (thanks to Osama), but that he would make the time for them to do it the next day before they left Chicago. Everyone took him up on it and they all had the opportunity to sit at the controls and "play" like they were flying. This also provided another photo shoot and it was at this time that Nastia took out her medals and shared them. Robin kicked himself that he didn't have his uniform hat with him, because he thought about a pose where they could trade the hat for the medals in a picture (darn). He said the medals were "pretty fancy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the time to talk to a few of the gymnasts individually (Raj Bhavsar and Nastia Liukin) about their experiences in Beijing; being Olympic athletes, and what it takes to realize the dream and the payoff of so many years of hard work and perseverance. He was particularly interested in the story of Raj Bhavsar. This was his second Olympic games where he ended up as an alternate (didn't make the team for a second time, 8 years), only to be called up after the team got to Beijing because one of the team members had to pull out due to an injury. It is a story of faith, hope, and courage in the face of hard work, and so many let downs. Raj says he has returned to his faith and this experience will help better prepare him for life after gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they arrived back in Reno, the team and the flight crew were good friends and hugs and high fives were shared by all. Robin commented that in 27 years of flying and racking up experiences, this was probably the most memorable, at least its the one that he can remember right now (his forgetter is getting better).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7779826172010346684?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7779826172010346684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7779826172010346684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7779826172010346684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7779826172010346684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dad-and-his-olympic-friends.html' title='My Dad and his Olympic friends'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCc_RZcggI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_STFzUxff4A/s72-c/Olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8445514157509568702</id><published>2008-09-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:34:45.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So last weekend I went to St George again but this time for Ali's Birthday. She turned 3 on the 30th of Aug.  She is so cute anytime you ask her how old she is she will hold up 3 fingers and then tell you she is 3 months old.  And then we remind her that she is 3 years old.  It is pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCPSujHR4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VuUPm0QPc-4/s1600-h/sept+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCPSujHR4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VuUPm0QPc-4/s320/sept+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242347518154983298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so funny to watch open her presents because she would get so excited about the present she was opening that she really didn't care that there were more presents to open. She would want to get off the chair and play and Errin wouldn't let her, she made her stay on the chair and open ALL of her presents. My sister Ashley gave her a pair of hot pink dress up shoes and she loved them she immedietley put them on so here is a picture of her opening presents with the shoes on. She is opening her beauty and the beast tea set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCQlVmAq0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9SeSmMjNuHE/s1600-h/sept+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCQlVmAq0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9SeSmMjNuHE/s320/sept+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242348937385388866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCQlkXFMgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P9X92owfGTM/s1600-h/sept+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCQlkXFMgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P9X92owfGTM/s320/sept+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242348941349302786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got 3 disney princess barbie dolls that she LOVES.. Mulan, Cinderella, and Belle. A pink hello kitty golf set (don't worry its just plastic). My mom got her some playdoh and Errin refuses to let Ali play playdoh at her house so the playdoh went to my moms house. (Errin your so funny)&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least Jared, Ali's dad made her a kitchen set, Errin gave Jared a copy of the Pottery Barn kitchen set and Jared made Ali the same set minus the fridge and washer and dryer.  (so maybe that is what she will get for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhI9mTkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RzP97sxczow/s1600-h/Ali%27s_Birthday_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhI9mTkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RzP97sxczow/s320/Ali%27s_Birthday_002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242356561856581186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali blowing out her candles. And Errin made her adorable cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhRU45rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zwLFtDy9FO0/s1600-h/Ali%27s_Birthday_298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhRU45rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zwLFtDy9FO0/s320/Ali%27s_Birthday_298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242356564101752498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My Family.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhQw-71I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Jd6b5lg5g8E/s1600-h/Ali%27s_Birthday_242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCXhQw-71I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Jd6b5lg5g8E/s320/Ali%27s_Birthday_242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242356563951152978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8445514157509568702?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8445514157509568702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8445514157509568702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8445514157509568702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8445514157509568702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/09/alis-birthday.html' title='Ali&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SMCPSujHR4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VuUPm0QPc-4/s72-c/sept+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1345019474796119561</id><published>2008-08-28T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:10:43.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN TIMES</title><content type='html'>So I went down to St George last week just for a day basically I got there late tuesday night and then wednesday went to my friend Connie's funeral and also spent time with my family and then left thursday morning around 6:00 am and drove straight to work and then worked from 11:00 am to 7:00 pm. But here are some pictures I took while I was in st george.  It was a lot of fun even if it was less than 24 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoNH-UmcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hmpJp8NRmFo/s1600-h/St+George+(aug+20)+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoNH-UmcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hmpJp8NRmFo/s320/St+George+(aug+20)+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239771266156894658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoNotkxMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FeKuCuS6Z7Q/s1600-h/St+George+(aug+20)+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoNotkxMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FeKuCuS6Z7Q/s320/St+George+(aug+20)+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239771274945021122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoODm6XCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lUaHW4tejo8/s1600-h/St+George+(aug+20)+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoODm6XCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lUaHW4tejo8/s320/St+George+(aug+20)+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239771282164833314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoOnzUVTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_cpf6e84FM0/s1600-h/St+George+(aug+20)+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoOnzUVTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_cpf6e84FM0/s320/St+George+(aug+20)+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239771291880543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1345019474796119561?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1345019474796119561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1345019474796119561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1345019474796119561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1345019474796119561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-times.html' title='FUN TIMES'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SLdoNH-UmcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hmpJp8NRmFo/s72-c/St+George+(aug+20)+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4212624959256657013</id><published>2008-08-18T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:08:26.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIBUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SKpblgBrWAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6YsyVKfWDhM/s1600-h/pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SKpblgBrWAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6YsyVKfWDhM/s320/pictures+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236098216581879810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to my friend Connie. She passed away on Friday the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;Connie and I worked together at the St George Surgical Center and she basically ran the front desk. She did everything from check in patients, to answer phones, call patients prior to surgery, answered questions and solved a lot of problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December about a week before Christmas she was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer.  She then had chemo and radiation, and then in March she came to Huntsman Cancer Institute and had a "Whipple" done.  It is a surgical procedure where they take majority of the pancreas, half of the stomach, and bypass the small intestine and re-route the major arteries and veins of the liver.  It is about an 8 hour procedure. Hers was only about 5 hours and they were able to get all of the cancer and she recovered very quickley.  I had the oppurtunity to visit her while she was here in Salt Lake in the hospital, and what a blessing it was to be in service to her, and get to know her better.&lt;br /&gt;She then underwent more chemo and her body became weaker and weaker, and on Tuesday she went into cardiac arrest and was without oxygen for about 40 minutes, they were able to revive her but she had no brain function so Friday morning her family chose to take her off life support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to add my part of the story.  I had no clue as to what went on tuesday, and I obviously don't work with her anymore since she is in St George and I am in Salt Lake.  This last weekend thursday thru saturday I had the oppurtunity to staff a Womans Training - "Goddess Retreat," Thursday night I noticed that one of the woman in the training reminded me a lot like Connie, and as this woman danced across the room I had an out of body experience and I was dancing with Connie it only lasted a few seconds and then I came back. Well later that night after the training had ended for the night I went to my car and had a message on my phone from Connie's sister. And the message was that Connie went into cardiac arrest and that the family had made the decision to take her off life support friday morning and she felt that Connie would want me to know all of this and that was why she was calling. I had my moment of tears and then went back into the training to finish cleaning up. On my way home I was telling my friend Kristie about the experience I had had that night and about the phone call, and she said, "well Michelle do not realize what you just experienced," and I said, "well there is no accident that I felt her presance and danced with her," and Kristie said, "by dancing with her that was her way of telling you goodbye."  Which I felt was so true.  Well the rest of the weekend I felt her presence constantly and feel she was having her own Goddess Retreat. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed and in deep gratitude for her and her friendship and the memories that we shared...&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Connie... I love You and will Miss You Dearly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4212624959256657013?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4212624959256657013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4212624959256657013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4212624959256657013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4212624959256657013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/08/tribute.html' title='TRIBUTE'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SKpblgBrWAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6YsyVKfWDhM/s72-c/pictures+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8408087712136333936</id><published>2008-08-10T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:31:56.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to School..</title><content type='html'>So moving to Salt Lake has opened up a lot of possibilities for me and one is I get to go back to school.  I am so excited, I havn't been this excited about school in a long time.  I was talking to a friend I work with who is a nurse and she asked me if I ever thought of becoming a nurse. I told her that has been my dream for a long time I just have never made it happen.  Also I might add I wasn't sure I wanted to go back to school. Then we started talking and the more we talked the more excited I was getting.  So I said to her that I would put that possibility out there to the universe and whatever happens, happens and that I am open to infinite possibilites. Well a couple of days later I got a call from Westminster College, and they asked to meet with me, and talked about the possibilites of me going to school. I had my records transferred and then applied for Financial Aid and just told myself if it is meant to be it will happen and I just get to trust the process.  Well a few weeks later my financial aid came through and so far everything has been working out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful lesson I have learned in all of this is when I trust myself and the space I am in and do not allow fear to take over the answers are so clear and everything works out so perfectly, and I just know it is meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8408087712136333936?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8408087712136333936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8408087712136333936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8408087712136333936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8408087712136333936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-back-to-school.html' title='Going Back to School..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-5063586721854108999</id><published>2008-07-23T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:26:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Bike</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago I bought this road bike.  A friend introduced me to it and I love it. I enjoy going to the spin classes at the gym so I thought what the heck I will give it a try. I love riding and feeling the wind in my face and just so free. And it is definetly a lot funner than the GYM :) I went riding earlier tonight and I rode so far and was having such a great time I didn't even realize how far I had ridden.  It is such a fun way to exercise and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage anyone interested to get one you will love it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfnTRlmzcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZFo6TsZVzgc/s1600-h/Road+Bike+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfnTRlmzcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZFo6TsZVzgc/s320/Road+Bike+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226400210911415746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfnT5WsEwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fTahbyBlkQE/s1600-h/Road+Bike+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfnT5WsEwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fTahbyBlkQE/s320/Road+Bike+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226400221586264834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfmKF6DbfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pxxr9FqIhUw/s1600-h/Road+Bike+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfmKF6DbfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pxxr9FqIhUw/s320/Road+Bike+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226398953645501938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-5063586721854108999?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5063586721854108999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=5063586721854108999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5063586721854108999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5063586721854108999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-bike.html' title='Road Bike'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SIfnTRlmzcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZFo6TsZVzgc/s72-c/Road+Bike+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1138353059010499067</id><published>2008-07-16T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:02:40.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errins Birthday</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend was my sister Errin's birthday. I wanted to surprise her and do something spectacular since she gave me the ultimate gift. So I got tickects to Phantom of the Opera in Vegas. It was the best weekend ever. She was surprised and so excited. I was able to talk my mom and sisters into getting tickets too so we were all able to go and have a girls weekend out. The Show was amazing and the cast did a phenomonal job. The sets were amazing and they made it look so REAL, the casts' voices were incredible too. Oh and we were sitting on the 3rd row. Thats the sweetest part. It truly was Awesome and I reccommend everyone to expereince it if you havn't already, I would go again in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH7EDyDVAQI/AAAAAAAAADg/iDp8w6ULgC8/s1600-h/June_and_July_2008_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH7EDyDVAQI/AAAAAAAAADg/iDp8w6ULgC8/s320/June_and_July_2008_052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223828187050737922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday ERRIN... I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6vB14KK-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q3em47D66lo/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805063973710818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6vB14KK-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q3em47D66lo/s320/June+and+July+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH7EEUExoXI/AAAAAAAAADo/zM15LQfFL4c/s1600-h/June_and_July_2008_051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH7EEUExoXI/AAAAAAAAADo/zM15LQfFL4c/s320/June_and_July_2008_051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223828196183613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla and Michael picked this purse out for Errin&lt;br /&gt;when we were in Park City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6vDRjsJ4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hnBrq0RctSY/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805088583919490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6vDRjsJ4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hnBrq0RctSY/s320/June+and+July+2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau, Ashley and Me&lt;br /&gt;So this last weekend was my sister Errin's birthday. I wanted to surprise her and do something spectacular since she gave me the ultimate gift. So I got tickects to Phantom of the Opera in Vegas. It was the best weekend ever. She was surprised and so excited. I was able to talk my mom and sisters into getting tickets too so we were all able to go and have a girls weekend out. The Show was amazing and the cast did a phenomonal job. The sets were amazing and they made it look so REAL, the casts' voices were incredible too. Oh and we were sitting on the 3rd row. Thats the sweetest part. It truly was Awesome and I reccommend everyone to expereince it if you havn't already, I would go again in a heart beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1138353059010499067?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1138353059010499067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1138353059010499067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1138353059010499067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1138353059010499067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/errins-birthday.html' title='Errins Birthday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH7EDyDVAQI/AAAAAAAAADg/iDp8w6ULgC8/s72-c/June_and_July_2008_052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1995802446062818536</id><published>2008-07-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:20:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's Valley</title><content type='html'>The weekend before the 4th. I went camping in Joes Valley with a group of work friends.  I had the best time ever.  Joes Valley is located in the Manti-La Sal National forrest, it is near Price Utah.  We all were able to get off work early Friday June 27th and we drove about 2 hours to Joes Valley.  We set up camp and the funny thing is, is I totally signed up and paid my money like 3 weeks in advanced and I was so excited to go, and then  a week before we were to leave I realized I didn't own any camping gear.  OOPS :( but I was able to borrow a tent and sleeping bag and all that gear from my uncle.. Thanks Brian.  So after camp was set up we all went down and picked up our 4 wheelers. (I forgot to mention it is a camping and 4 wheeling trip).  That night we roasted marshmellows, and hot dogs and Cathy one of the surgical techs who came made some really yummy baked beans.  It was so much fun just hanging out by the fire and telling stories and talking.  I had such a great time getting to know everyone better.  We went to bed and woke up Saturday had breakfast and then went on a 3 hour 4 wheeling ride all across the mountains.  It was so much fun and the National Forest is so beautiful.  I would of never known Utah had such great luscious green mountains. &lt;br /&gt;So on the ride there was a dead cow on the side of the path.  And it had already started the deterioration process.  This might be gross but I thought it was sweet to see, so I snapped a picture.  I think its great to see its bones and joints and vertebrae.  Something I see everyday in surgery but not everyone does so ENJOY.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oUdA9DnI/AAAAAAAAACY/9Y4Uvy5U1k0/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223797687135833714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oUdA9DnI/AAAAAAAAACY/9Y4Uvy5U1k0/s320/June+and+July+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the forest are these lakes. They are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oVCBWbZI/AAAAAAAAACg/_2XBM_Gr2cY/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223797697069608338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oVCBWbZI/AAAAAAAAACg/_2XBM_Gr2cY/s320/June+and+July+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I took 4 wheeling. This is on top of the mountain overlooking another mountain to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oVsk6cOI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z6qolwtluzU/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223797708493058274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oVsk6cOI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z6qolwtluzU/s320/June+and+July+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the Cow. If you can zoom in it actually is pretty amazing&lt;br /&gt;Here you cann see his ribs and leg bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oWHJusNI/AAAAAAAAACw/_QbIwwNOCvA/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223797715626799314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oWHJusNI/AAAAAAAAACw/_QbIwwNOCvA/s320/June+and+July+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I took 4 wheeling on the other side of the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1995802446062818536?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1995802446062818536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1995802446062818536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1995802446062818536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1995802446062818536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/joes-valley.html' title='Joe&apos;s Valley'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6oUdA9DnI/AAAAAAAAACY/9Y4Uvy5U1k0/s72-c/June+and+July+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1361400097478890896</id><published>2008-07-16T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:38:09.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park City</title><content type='html'>My brother Michael and my sister Kyla flew up to Salt Lake the weekend of the 4th of July to spend some time with me. We had such a great time.. Friday night we drove to Kaysville which is north of Salt Lake and had a barbaque and lit fireworks with the Wall family. It was so fun, then Saturday we woke up and drove to Park City for the day. It was so beautiful and we went to the Resort and rode the Alpine slide and Coaster. So what you do is ride the lift up to the top of the mountain and then get these sleds with wheels and ride them down the mountain on a cement track.. It was so much fun. The Alpine coaster is an actual roller coaster through the mountain. The track is built low to the ground and through the trees and around the mountain. By far a lot funner and faster than the slide but they are both great. I encourage those who have not experienced this to take a trip and try it out. It is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h7aL964I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxXZr2FlSzw/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223790659810225026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h7aL964I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxXZr2FlSzw/s320/June+and+July+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h78hp74I/AAAAAAAAACA/ut2yD1icchw/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223790669027995522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h78hp74I/AAAAAAAAACA/ut2yD1icchw/s320/June+and+July+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h8ZAU4RI/AAAAAAAAACI/H2pKybVNND4/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223790676672831762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h8ZAU4RI/AAAAAAAAACI/H2pKybVNND4/s320/June+and+July+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h8wL7wkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/khsdT6S_jFw/s1600-h/June+and+July+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223790682895532610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h8wL7wkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/khsdT6S_jFw/s320/June+and+July+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1361400097478890896?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1361400097478890896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1361400097478890896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1361400097478890896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1361400097478890896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/park-city.html' title='Park City'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SH6h7aL964I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxXZr2FlSzw/s72-c/June+and+July+2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8347096968298808989</id><published>2008-05-30T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:32:52.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its TIME....</title><content type='html'>Alright, it has been a while since I have last written and it is so time to share... I finally got a camera cord... So Kelli Ann this is for YOU..... Here is a couple of pictures of my cousins wedding album and the present I gave them at there shower.. It is laundry detergent with a metal scooper, and I made the letters that went on the glass bowl. They both turned out way cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGlq2FGLI/AAAAAAAAABI/5NJC3rg6cBo/s1600-h/pictures+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309150954690738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGlq2FGLI/AAAAAAAAABI/5NJC3rg6cBo/s320/pictures+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGmK2FGMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2CZGcaQLgDY/s1600-h/pictures+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309159544625346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGmK2FGMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2CZGcaQLgDY/s320/pictures+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGma2FGNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nkm5jErdVIo/s1600-h/pictures+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309163839592658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGma2FGNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nkm5jErdVIo/s320/pictures+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGm62FGOI/AAAAAAAAABg/9EtkE2OqLcM/s1600-h/pictures+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309172429527266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGm62FGOI/AAAAAAAAABg/9EtkE2OqLcM/s320/pictures+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th of May I had the oppurtunity to staff a training. It is called Quest and it is the first training at the Impact training center. It was the most beautiful experience ever. There was 146 trainees that walked into the training room wednesday to take on there lives, they were incredible and by saturday night they were all glowing and so happy and full of life. For me it was amazing to be apart of their change and to see them grow and remember who they are and why they are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family came to Salt Lake on Friday and I was able to spend some time with them. Errin made me a book for my Birthday, and I have to say, this birthday was the BEST EVER... The book she made is priceless, she had each of my family members write me a letter, and then she took pictures of me all through my childhood and posted them on the pages. It is so perfect and I love reading and re reading it over and over. Thanks Errin I love you You are the GREATEST sister Ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday my family went shopping for me while I was away on Saturday and they literally stocked my cupboards and fridge with so much food. I have to admit I didn't have much the cupboards were bare, but I now have food to last for months and not only did they buy food, they bought toilet paper, laundry detergent, toothpaste, soap, dish rags and towels, and stuff to cook with... I love my family they are the GREATEST... Thank YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206316525413538050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECNS62FGQI/AAAAAAAAABw/1sTTmxhyjW4/s320/pictures+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8347096968298808989?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8347096968298808989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8347096968298808989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8347096968298808989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8347096968298808989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-time.html' title='Its TIME....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/SECGlq2FGLI/AAAAAAAAABI/5NJC3rg6cBo/s72-c/pictures+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8365081647978780705</id><published>2008-05-05T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:14:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>All right its been a while and time for a new post. A lot has happened since my last post. I made another wedding album this time it was for my cousin and his fiance.  It turned out so cute and I am so proud of myself.  Their wedding is this week.  I took some pictures of the album so I will post them in the next bit, first I am getting a new cord that connects my camera to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going Great. I am now officially done training, and it feels so good. It will be 5 months on wednesday that I have worked at St Marks and the time has flown by so quickly. I really can't believe it. I found out friday that I am now on the urology team. Yahoo, I guess since I am the only one besides one other girl that will do it.  No one wants to work in that room, or have anything to do with it, and when I started since I already new how to scrub urology I was just thrown into it.  They call it the "pee" room. Go Figure.... :) In the last month  I have been training the older techs and if anyone has a question they always say, "ask Michelle."  So yes it is a good thing, but I just don't want to be doing it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Well Life is GREAT, I love it and so grateful for all the Abundance in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8365081647978780705?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8365081647978780705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8365081647978780705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8365081647978780705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8365081647978780705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-8126044726656798002</id><published>2008-04-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:34:05.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Festival</title><content type='html'>This weekend my Mom and Kyla flew up and spent the weekend with me. We had a great time. Friday night we all cuddled on the couch and watched "Just My Luck" which by the way if you havn't seen it, its a cute one.  Then Saturday we went down to Thanksgiving Point and went to the Tulip Festival. My mom actually entertained for an hour there, she played the guitar and sang. It was wonderful.. I love just sitting and listening to her beautiful voice, oh how I wish I could sing like her.  Maybe in the next life.&lt;br /&gt; The weather was really windy so we didn't really look around too much. Plus not all the tulips were in full bloom because Salt Lake has been having crazy weather this year but we still had a great time and the tulips we did see were beautiful.  We then went and had a late lunch at PF Chang's. Yummy its great Chineese food. I highly recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom and Kyla.... I love YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-8126044726656798002?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8126044726656798002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=8126044726656798002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8126044726656798002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/8126044726656798002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/tulip-festival.html' title='Tulip Festival'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4931793359517319287</id><published>2008-04-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:31:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC Tagged by KelliAnn</title><content type='html'>A- Attached or single: SIngle... Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: Wow, I have lots, I will have to say my Sisters. Errin, Ashley and Kyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie: Banana Cream Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of Choice: Saturday (no work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: My glasses, and crystals I wear around my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: Pink and Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms: U neither, tootsie rolls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: St. George, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I -Indulgence(s): ice cream, trail mix, water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July: July I love the warmth, and swimming and going to the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: None of my own, but I have several I would call my own, Ali Jae, Maddi and Kenna, Noah, Max, Hobbs, Hannah, Harper, Hayes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: LOVE, and Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: In the Future, I will let you know... ( no any single Men :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 4, Errin, Ashley, Michael, Kyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Apples, the Gala ones.. yummy (with peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote(s): I have lots one of my favorites is "All humanity is blessed by your existence here on the earth. There is nothing you even have to do to bless the lives of others. As you act as your true self and let your light shine, your unique vibration makes the world a better place for everyone in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Life is Beautiful, everything is perfect.. and there is Always GOOD News...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Spring, I love the flowers that bloom and the beautiful colors everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Five: Maren, Errin, Krystyn, Micah and Sarah, Lorraine, Whitnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: I am blind in my right eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: Opressor of Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: I tend to be a "know it All"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Neither, but I would rather have an X-ray, I hate having the goop all over, and my bladder bursting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your Favorite Food: anything mexican, or chineese... I love all food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-Zodiac: Taurus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4931793359517319287?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4931793359517319287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4931793359517319287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4931793359517319287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4931793359517319287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/abc-tagged-by-kelliann.html' title='ABC Tagged by KelliAnn'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-821490759236557602</id><published>2008-04-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:47:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>5 Things on My To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;1. email my goddess sisters&lt;br /&gt;2. read A New Earth&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean my apartment&lt;br /&gt;4. Make Josh and Christianne's Wedding Album&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay my Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I have Had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sno Shack&lt;br /&gt;2. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;3. Phlebotomist at DRMC&lt;br /&gt;4. Nanny&lt;br /&gt;5. Surgical Tech at St Marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;2. St George&lt;br /&gt;3. St George&lt;br /&gt;4. St George&lt;br /&gt;5. St George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Snacks:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apples and Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;2. Soy Beans&lt;br /&gt;3. Anythings Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Cranberry Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;5. Rocky Road Icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a Billionare:&lt;br /&gt;1. Donate to Charity&lt;br /&gt;2. Humanitarion Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel Service Missions&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel the World&lt;br /&gt;5. Invest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things You Don't Know About ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to Read&lt;br /&gt;2. I love and collect Fairies&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Mother Earth and being in her midst&lt;br /&gt;4. I collect Crystals&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to Meditate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag your It, KelliAnn, Whitnie, and ALL of You....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-821490759236557602?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/821490759236557602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=821490759236557602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/821490759236557602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/821490759236557602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-1731700149535658968</id><published>2008-03-27T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:08:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she so CUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R-wMtjLan5I/AAAAAAAAABA/h_g-9jVJS5g/s1600-h/alijae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182531247873367954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R-wMtjLan5I/AAAAAAAAABA/h_g-9jVJS5g/s320/alijae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I would post this picture of Ali, she is so stinkin cute, and I miss her so much... Errin said the other day when Ali woke up she asked if she could go to Salt Lake and see Shell, Errin told her no, not today, maybe another day. She said Ali freaked out for a couple of hours and was so mad that she couldn't go to Salt Lake.... Ohhh it makes me feel so loved... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-1731700149535658968?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1731700149535658968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=1731700149535658968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1731700149535658968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/1731700149535658968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-she-so-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t she so CUTE'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R-wMtjLan5I/AAAAAAAAABA/h_g-9jVJS5g/s72-c/alijae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-4007468631568145484</id><published>2008-03-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:49:34.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of Learning...</title><content type='html'>I love life.. It is so wonderful and I love that I get to constantly learn something new each day whether it is about myself, work, or relationships.  There is never a dull moment, and everything Good in my life comes from God. &lt;br /&gt;Today my boss asked me to come see her on my lunch break and she asked me a simple question about why "we" as a OR count knife blades.. I didn't know the answer except for its a sharp and could accidently be left in the abdomen and I have always counted them.  Thats what I was taught too.  She explained that that was not the reason why the knife blade(s)   get counted and she then explained that the reason why they get counted is so that none go down to soiled utilty...So that basically they all get put into the sharps container..  She then told me that yesterday on my first case which was a neck fusion, that a loaded knife blade got sent down to decontam.  I was shocked, I never send loaded knife blades down and I could not figure how this happened.  Well to make a long story short I was not originally assigned to that room another tech was and she was sick and wanted to leave so I scrubbed in and relieved her, well she had loaded the blade and put it into the instrument tray which is a very stupid thing to do, and she never told me about it when I relieved her, so I did not know that the knife was in with the insturments and it got sent down.  I told my boss that it is just as much my fault as the other scrubs because I did not catch it.  Well I was sick about it and then went back to my boss and asked her if she had written me up.  She said, " No, of course not." this was just a learning experiance, she just wanted me to be aware of what went on. &lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I started thinking about how I get to be more conscious and also not assume everyone sets up their back table like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-4007468631568145484?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4007468631568145484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=4007468631568145484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4007468631568145484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/4007468631568145484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-full-of-learning.html' title='Life is full of Learning...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-5859307647849486231</id><published>2008-03-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:41:24.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some New Things</title><content type='html'>A few updates... Ashley my sister is getting married on April 5th, and she has asked me to make her wedding album that the guests sign. So that is where my time has been the last several weeks.  It is actually turning out pretty cute, and I am so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;Also I have been struggling on finding a new ward to go to.  The one I have been going to has been awful, seriosly.  It has been the most unfriendly ward ever, and if you wonder why people leave the church, well I experianced first hand what it feels like, and it is no fun. :(  If I didn't know that church is where I get to be on sundays I would seriously be inactive....  But there is a God because I found a new ward that is totally amazing and for the first time since I have been here I have actually enjoyed church and family Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-5859307647849486231?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5859307647849486231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=5859307647849486231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5859307647849486231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/5859307647849486231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-new-things.html' title='Some New Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7913206658427370798</id><published>2008-03-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:29:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been almost a month since I last posted anything. I went home to St George last weekend and had an awesome time. It was a lot different and felt different. Once you move away going back is never the same.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was able to get off work at 11:30, which is rare, I usually get off around 3:00 so this was a real treat. I took my grandmas sister down with me so she could spend some time with my grandma, and we arrived in St George around 4 ish. I surprised everyone because they weren't expecting me until 8. Ali was so excited and I was probably more excited than she was. She did not leave my side for a second the whole weekend and if I did leave the room or she couldn't find me she would yell "Shell" at the top of her lungs. We even slept together.. FUN&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to spend time with my sisters, and to just talk and enjoy one another. My dad took all us girls and Ali to the Olive Garden for dinner Friday night and that was a lot of fun. I love this time in my life and the friendship I have with my sisters I cherish. I get to also mention Michael. I do love him and cherish his friendship too, but in a different way. My family is the greatest and I love them ALL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7913206658427370798?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7913206658427370798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7913206658427370798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7913206658427370798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7913206658427370798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-6635339268581316532</id><published>2008-02-14T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:14:21.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7TzqWQ15xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sX0iJ-Ldp9U/s1600-h/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167022581357078290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7TzqWQ15xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sX0iJ-Ldp9U/s320/eagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines. aka..Singles Awareness Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to the Veterans Hospital (VA) and passed out valentines to the Veterans. What an amazing experience. There eyes lit up and there was a shift in energy. They were very pleased and felt Honored to know that people still care, I feel it goes unnoticed, and taken for granted that we live in a free country and have the oppurtunities that not everyone gets to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for all the the men and woman who have served this country and those who are serving today in Iraq. Thanks to them I can enjoy FREEDOM.. Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-6635339268581316532?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6635339268581316532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=6635339268581316532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6635339268581316532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/6635339268581316532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7TzqWQ15xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sX0iJ-Ldp9U/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7756175285670754488</id><published>2008-02-11T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:43:04.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ah Ha Moment</title><content type='html'>I get to share this with you all. Today, I went to work and saw that I would be working in the ObGyn room, so I proceeded to get my room set up and the case opened. One of the retractors used during the first case is called a Lonestar. I had never heard of it nor obviously used it. I asked about it and one of the other techs told me not to worry, just hand it to the doctor and they will set it up. So I scrub in and started setting up the case. Dr Eyring is the doctor performing the case and he is very HIGH MAINTENCE. He has very strict and high expectations and a lot of people that I work with do not like working with him because it can be very stressful. I thought what the heck and just go for it. So we start. I hand him the drapes and pass of the suction and bovie (cautery) and we begin. 5 minutes into the case he asks for the Lonestar so I handed the retractor to him and proceded to hand the clips with it. He then turned around and very bluntly infomed me that I was not doing it Correctly. So I said, " I have never used this insturment before, I apologize." and he said, " that is a LAME excuse, for not knowing how to put it together." so I said would you please show me how you would like it done." and he snapped right out of his crappiness and said, sure I would love to show you.&lt;br /&gt;So my Ah Ha, was this. Since I started at my new job in January I have been using the excuse, " I have never done that before, or I don't know how to do that."  And that has been my excuse for not knowing how things work or run. I realized it is pretty LAME. (thanks Dr Eyring) So from now on I will just do, and ask for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how easy it is to take the chicken exit out of life and make up excuses, or find some other way out. Instead of just being accountable. How much more easy that is and how much more easy life is when I choose to be accountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7756175285670754488?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7756175285670754488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7756175285670754488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7756175285670754488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7756175285670754488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-ha-moment.html' title='An Ah Ha Moment'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-2848123177157140250</id><published>2008-02-11T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:24:05.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALI JAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7D1LmQ15wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OzfQ9rbiAK0/s1600-h/aliandshell2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165898352192513794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7D1LmQ15wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OzfQ9rbiAK0/s320/aliandshell2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-2848123177157140250?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2848123177157140250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=2848123177157140250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2848123177157140250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/2848123177157140250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/ali-jae.html' title='ALI JAE'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R7D1LmQ15wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OzfQ9rbiAK0/s72-c/aliandshell2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7327457495295055007</id><published>2008-02-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:55:45.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>I have officially been in Salt Lake for one month.. Wow it has gone by so fast. Today when I got to work I looked on the board to find out what room I was in and noticed I was on my own. Because I am new, I am still training so usually I am with another Tech, but today I was on my own. I commented to my boss that she had a lot of confidence in me and so soon to throw me in all by myself. She smiled and said, "You will do fine." Wow it is really an awesome thing but was a little crazy at times. I was able to show up for myself and rely on myself. Its was a great way to learn and know that I don't have to rely on the other tech that I am just as capable. Thank goodness I had very patient doctors, everything went really well and I am quite PROUD of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7327457495295055007?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7327457495295055007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7327457495295055007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7327457495295055007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7327457495295055007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7967099954694750031</id><published>2008-02-03T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:00:36.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R6ZVbp9VHQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7noh7cYFX38/s1600-h/Pres+Hinckley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162907956434771202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R6ZVbp9VHQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7noh7cYFX38/s320/Pres+Hinckley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAND A LITTLE TALLER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this Man. He truly is what life is all about, Love and Service. Just to look at his face reminds me of my Being "ness" and that we are all "ONE."&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been a little more tuff than the others. And I did not realize how connected we are. With the news of his passing I felt a loss, like my heart was being tugged upon, its hard to imagine at times how the future will seem with out him. He was such a strength and hope to many. Its time for us to truly take action, and to Stand a Little Taller, and to BE. To remember to have JOY in the Journey and know that whatever happens, happens. And it will all work out OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7967099954694750031?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7967099954694750031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7967099954694750031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7967099954694750031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7967099954694750031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/president-hinckley.html' title='President Hinckley'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TT9KJ6VR1c/R6ZVbp9VHQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7noh7cYFX38/s72-c/Pres+Hinckley.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801191571767330024.post-7868158328289422866</id><published>2008-02-03T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:58:52.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake CIty</title><content type='html'>So for all of you who didn't know. I moved to Salt Lake on January 3rd 2008. What a way to start out the New Year, in a new town, a new home, and a new job.. I started work on January 7th at St Marks Hospital as a Surgical Tech, and I absolutly love it. I live in a basement apartment in West Jordan, and it is so FUN.. I have to say As hard as it is moving from family and friends it still is the best thing I have done for me and my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801191571767330024-7868158328289422866?l=borntosparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7868158328289422866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=801191571767330024&amp;postID=7868158328289422866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7868158328289422866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801191571767330024/posts/default/7868158328289422866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntosparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/salt-lake-city.html' title='Salt Lake CIty'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14862595889103786717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
