<?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-394665412101823450</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:35:20.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Lorna and Benjamin Bryce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-1632057570019098900</id><published>2010-03-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:08:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>No one reads this but im posting anyways. A little about myself .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Im Lorna. Lo, Lou, Bob, Bobby-do, Lorn for short and babe to some. im nineteen years old but most days I feel like im five and probably act that way sometimes too. I have 10 brothers and sisters, four of them are full blooded, 6 are step. It works for our family.  Im a dancer and gymnast, with an athletic built body, but im a little petite girl, 5'5" and only 110 pounds, give or take a couple depending on the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love meeting new people, eating, cooking, motor biking, playing softball, dancing, tumbling, camping, long boarding, ripsticking, boating, bridge jumping, working out  and traveling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been blessed with an amazing family that travels a lot. I have been to California, Washington, Utah, Nevada, Florida, Bahamas, Italy, France, Germany, and Switzerland. Places I want to travel: New York, Chicago, Egypt, Japan, China, Brazil, England, Iceland, Greenland,  and Boston, plus as many places as I can get to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to Byu-Idaho getting my associates  in general studies then transferring to culinary arts school, in Las Vegas hopefully. I want to study abroad and learn how to cook different styles. I plan and want to own my own restaurant someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesnt mean I dont want to have a family of my own someday, thanks for asking. This is the most frequent question asked when  told futuristic goals. Yes I want a family, 4 or 5 kids preferably but if time doesnt allow that one or two will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I have anger issues, but most of the time im a pretty happy go lucky girl. Im easy going and ambitious. Im a work- aholic when im not in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a best friend her name is jill, we go great together because we butt heads and say what we think, which doesnt offend either of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im taking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;chances&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all Im just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-1632057570019098900?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1632057570019098900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=1632057570019098900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1632057570019098900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1632057570019098900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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-394665412101823450.post-7647712771468220890</id><published>2010-03-24T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:09:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labels</title><content type='html'>Its funny how many people put labels on themselves.  Its quite funny because we hate it when other people put labels but were okay when we put them on ourselves. We dont need labels, who said we had to fit the criteria of something or be that because of what people say we are?  if so I would be a :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Drama Queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;skater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nerd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;partier to some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and lover to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why cant we just be free willed, or a peace maker, We dont need to be known for a certain trait so that every one knows us. Some people like the labels but I don't, so maybe we should see people for who they really are and not what they have done are doing or what happened the past, thats old news and no you shouldnt have to carry anything from your past to your future if you dont want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-7647712771468220890?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7647712771468220890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=7647712771468220890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7647712771468220890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7647712771468220890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/labels.html' title='Labels'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-5986370500871244120</id><published>2010-03-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:14:50.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Kirsten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6eyu8vtT7I/AAAAAAAAACo/OtfVRT4hxes/s1600-h/IMG_0157.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/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6eyu8vtT7I/AAAAAAAAACo/OtfVRT4hxes/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451522393605230514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have some pretty amazing sisters. Kirsten being one of them, and it her birthday today. She is an amazing person who I look up to a lot. Shes a wonderful Mother, Sister, and Wife im sure of it.  She has always been here for me which is one of the reasons I love her so much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Basically she is AMAZING in every way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kirsten, Hope its the best one yet, and you get everything you ever wanted and more because you deserve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-5986370500871244120?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5986370500871244120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=5986370500871244120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/5986370500871244120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/5986370500871244120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-kirsten.html' title='Happy birthday Kirsten.'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6eyu8vtT7I/AAAAAAAAACo/OtfVRT4hxes/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-4162334854711502932</id><published>2010-03-21T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:28:19.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6b6LlwGZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/oyQPEnJb21E/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6b6LlwGZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/oyQPEnJb21E/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451319475997926482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so nothings really new, I have been working a lot, and trying to save money. ( key word in trying) School starts in april so that will hopefully keep me pretty busy. hope everythings going good for everyone else.  As for this post a little bit about me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(21, 34, 43); font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A- Age: 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;B- Bed Size: Twin (I like them small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;C- Chore you hate: Vacuuming oh how I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;D- Dog's Name: Sassy, Shane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E- Essential Food: Pasta yummm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;F- Favorite Color: Yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;G- Gold or Silver: Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;H- Height: 5'5.5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I- I am: Sarcastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;J- Job: Waitress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;K- Kids: None but someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;L- Lollypop Flavor: im not much of a sucker loverr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;M- Movie: ohh 500 days of summer, Moulin rouge, Law abiding Citizen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;N- Nickname: Lo, Lou, bob, bobby do, Loma, Lorn-dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O- Overnight hospital stay: I havent had one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;P- Pet Peeve: smacking or chewing when eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Q- Quote from a Movie: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43);  font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;Love wins, Love always wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43);  font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;R- Right or Left Handed: Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;S- Siblings: Nathan, Kiera, Kirsten, Krystle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;T- Time you wake up: depends on the day usually around 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;U- Unique thing about your car: the door on the drivers side doesnt shut all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;V- Vegetable you hate: potatoes yup I said, I hate them and im from Idaho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;W- Worst habit: pulling apart things that are taped down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;X- X-rays you've had: collar bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y- Yummy food you make: oh mhm tonights salad with homemade honey mustard dressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Z- Zoo favorite: monkeys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-4162334854711502932?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4162334854711502932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=4162334854711502932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/4162334854711502932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/4162334854711502932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-hey.html' title='oh hey.'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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/_oNuqK4skkBM/S6b6LlwGZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/oyQPEnJb21E/s72-c/IMG_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-4400715500531692365</id><published>2009-11-15T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:03:30.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #4</title><content type='html'>So goal number four is..... I want to someday be a culinary arts chef, mainly specializing in Bakery, yet I still want to learn how to do it all. I love cooking and have for a really long time.  Too bad going to this kind of a trade school is super expensive and unrealistic for many normal Americans. Who honestly has the money to even pay for tuition? its like 40,000 a semester... i dont. okay so maybe I exaggerated the cost of tuition a little, but seriously schools like these are so expensive. Way out of my range for money. All I've really wanted to with my life is cook though... is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-4400715500531692365?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4400715500531692365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=4400715500531692365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/4400715500531692365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/4400715500531692365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/goal-4.html' title='Goal #4'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-5516886460971565822</id><published>2009-11-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:03:11.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goal #3</title><content type='html'>I love traveling, and even though I have been very blessed in my life with traveling a lot with my family, I would love to travel by myself or with a future (very future) spouse. So goal number three travel the world.... and someday, yes someday I will do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://95A2F444-3CAF-4EBA-995B-13C61FC99211/italy-venetia.jpg" alt="italy-venetia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-5516886460971565822?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5516886460971565822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=5516886460971565822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/5516886460971565822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/5516886460971565822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/goal-3.html' title='goal #3'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-3430126008581177364</id><published>2009-11-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:19:17.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #2</title><content type='html'>So the second goal of mine is to learn to play the guitar, what a beautiful instrument. No joke I have been wanting to play one forever, maybe someday I will take a class in college or something. hope someday come sooner than later....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://4AEFCC76-28A4-4F45-8F30-B4A04AEA8F1E/Classical_Guitar.jpg" alt="Classical_Guitar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-3430126008581177364?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3430126008581177364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=3430126008581177364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/3430126008581177364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/3430126008581177364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/goal-2.html' title='Goal #2'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-1592552012898787344</id><published>2009-11-09T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:12:02.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #1</title><content type='html'>I have many things I want to achieve in my life. I could probably think of a billion and one, but we will start with one and expand on that. &lt;div&gt;Goal number one: Run a marathon.... as soon as I get in shape, and find a marathon to run. Also I think i will give myself two years to accomplish this goal. I have wanted to run one for so long, yet have never got the courage to do it. Two years isn't too long is it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://40097C44-5423-4F46-8FB5-75D80D011879/girl_running.jpg" alt="girl_running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-1592552012898787344?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1592552012898787344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=1592552012898787344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1592552012898787344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1592552012898787344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/goal-1.html' title='Goal #1'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-1181639772761208057</id><published>2009-09-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:56:04.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so blessed</title><content type='html'>Today I was reading a blog, about a boy who has leukemia  at the age of six, and i cried because I truly felt his mothers pain, and how hard it must be, and the struggles her family is going through. Though im not going through this trial myself I realize how much of a toll it has taken on the family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realize how truly blessed I am with my life. I see it in such a different way than I used to see it.  My first perspective of life was what can life give me, how does it benefit me? Now I look at it as what can I give back to the world how can I give back to the Lord. Things this past year have changed my mind about how the Lord works and what I want to be doing with my own life.  Im truly blessed to live the life I live and love giving back to the world and God.  I love my life and the people in it, thanks so much for those who have blessed my life and have impacted it greatly. Im truly blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-1181639772761208057?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1181639772761208057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=1181639772761208057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1181639772761208057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/1181639772761208057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-blessed.html' title='Im so blessed'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-6775728700306402695</id><published>2009-05-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:28:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows im a senior getting ready to graduate this thursday actually. And though Im so excited, im so so very scared about it. Its not that fact that I LOVE high school and i want to stay in it as long as I can because im so ready to be done with high school. Just not starting the real life part. College scares me because there are so many new people and so many new things i havent experienced and well lets just say im not too good with new things. Moving into an apartment scares me even more the thought of living with five other girls, I dont even know and living with them for three months scares me so so bad.  Also Financial stuff scares me, and stresses me out I guess because i have always had it so good, with my parents helping me out with a lot of stuff, and kind of doing my own thing on my own time. This meaning that everything now has to be kind of scheduled, and i dont do well with scheduled things. But what scares me the most is failing, and not making something of myself, or not making my family proud. I guess its the thought of letting myself down, or never doing what i've always wanted to do. &lt;div&gt;Oh well thats my little spill for the week. Hope everyone got there graduation announcements :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-6775728700306402695?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6775728700306402695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=6775728700306402695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/6775728700306402695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/6775728700306402695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-7728418090275788448</id><published>2008-12-25T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:26:14.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being grateful for what you have..</title><content type='html'>Im so thankful for everything I got for christmas.&lt;div&gt;yet I have decided.. that now days in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we don't center it around Christ enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so greedy in everything we do around christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we never think.. Im so thankful for everything I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every blessing christ has given me. No instead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;year round we are planning what we want from "santa" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the next year.. or why didn't I get more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so I have decided Im going to do a top 100 things Im grateful for or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are blessed with because of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here it goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. family who is always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. the snow.. even though at times I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. cars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. internet to communicate with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 music. it is my therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. medicine for those who are sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. a hard working job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. clothes on my back.. I shouldn't be begging for more I have plenty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. warm blankets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. the church &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. the diversities around us.. no one likes to be the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. legs.. for walking because when it is warm enough I will start going on walks again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. glasses and ccontacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17  different seasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. a heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. emotions even though i dont always like showing what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. pictures to save memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. cousins and aunts and uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. hair on my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. the little things my parents do even though I don't express enough how much I love them for putting up with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. running water in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. the sun the moon and the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. a free country to live in so I can make my own decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. a nose to smell things with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. and being sick so I can be more grateful for being better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. electricity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. a voice to be heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. siblings who I can tell anything to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. gymnastics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. sports &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. flowers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. my parents being so laid back so I can have my indivduality and independance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Grammar even though I still cant spell everything hah a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. writing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. a brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. the book of mormon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. actually the scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Christ who gave his life for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. strong church leaders who have made a difference in influencing how I decide to live my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Seminary. during school so I dont have to wake up at 5 to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. cars to get around in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. being able to have a testimony and sharing it with others easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. having nieces and nephew.. to play with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. have some what of a good relationship with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. being able to love spending time at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. gods plan of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. clocks to be able to tell time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. being able to hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. being able to pray to god about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. boys.. even though they make life a little bit complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. people who love me not because they have to but because they want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. for christ being born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. pens and pencils &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. missionaries because I know they are doing gods work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. Angels who watch over us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. personal progress book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. beautiful instruments thats are played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. the talents god has given me to share with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. doctors, teachers, and every other job out there that make life easier to live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. the rain in the summer and spring.. because it make the world more beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. family trips even though by the time there almost done we are sick of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. mistakes I have made, so I can learn from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. snowboarding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. high school activities &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. im blessed with growing up in the gospel with a strong famiy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. the trials I've been through even though half the time I dont think im going to make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. dance festival and learn about other cultures and religions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 76. dancing because its soothing and fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. laws, because with out laws there would be no justice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. being a girl for I cant wait to be a mother someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. people who test my paitents because they make me stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. my weakness for I know what I need to work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82 trees for they bring oxygen to help us breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. doors, and secrets.. so we can have somewhat of a privacy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. being able to breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. the prophet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. conference because I get something new out of the talks every time I read them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. for love, shared by others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. helping hands that are there when I need it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. and inside bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. for shy people because too many loud people would be too much for everyone to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. for the men in the army for they are there to keep us free and love this country as much as we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. book because they expand our mind with new knowledge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. for roads and businesses who put effort in making a good healthy living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. for art is had really become a way for me to express my feelings and thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. for t.v and newspapers. because they bring us currents events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. a healthy body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. the life my parents were willing to give me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. airplanes they make traveling alot easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. peace (somewhat at least)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. for straight teeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is so much more to be grateful of.. but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as of today I decided when I have my own family around christmas time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wont be having a celebration for santas arrival &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a celebration of the birth of christ and all he has done for us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he is a reason why we are so blessed with everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why there is so much to look forward to in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without all the extra excessories we are all very spoiled with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why make center our lives around each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only way to make a difference and being happy is to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;build your life around christ and god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should all learn to love everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for these are my only true thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dreams my ambitions and many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my motto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Come What May and LOVE it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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have..'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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-394665412101823450.post-774443023698789012</id><published>2008-12-14T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:02:36.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it if you want to</title><content type='html'>I am: loud crazy and out of control. but its my personality so I dont care what people think&lt;br /&gt;I want: to be less lazy&lt;br /&gt;I have: have the most amazing family and friends and I couldnt live with out.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike: people who pre judge.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: being younger and not caring about anything&lt;br /&gt;I fear: not acomplishing what I want most in life&lt;br /&gt;I feel: blessed with what I have&lt;br /&gt;I hear: music,&lt;br /&gt;I crave: choclate.. oreos and Peanut butter especially.&lt;br /&gt;I cry: when I stress out and when Im really angry&lt;br /&gt;I usually: always have a comment to make about everything&lt;br /&gt;I search: for approval from others.. sometimes too much&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: If I can keep doing this and make it through alright.&lt;br /&gt;I regret: caring more about myself sometimes.. and being such a brat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I love: this beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;I care: about my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;I worry: constantly about everything if im not worrying its because im angry&lt;br /&gt;I am not: ready for this to end year to end.&lt;br /&gt;I believe: that some things just aren't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I dance: to everything that has a beat. its just who Iam and something I love to do&lt;br /&gt;I sing: loud off tune but love singing&lt;br /&gt;I don't always: do what I think is best for me.. I like to be different and fighting for things that I love&lt;br /&gt;I argue: just to get people going and thinking&lt;br /&gt;I write: when i'm upset..&lt;br /&gt;I win: at arguing.. whether im right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I lose: at being on time&lt;br /&gt;I wish: i didnt always procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;I listen: most of the time to everything you have to say but I have ADD really bad and cant seem to stay on one subjest for longer than a couple seconds&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: laughing or being loud and obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;I need: do more homework more often but.. dont because I know the test are the only thing that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;I forget: that other people have feelings.. and not everything has to revole around me&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: when i'm with the ones i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-774443023698789012?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/774443023698789012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=774443023698789012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/774443023698789012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/774443023698789012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-it-if-you-want-to.html' title='Do it if you want to'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-8347607114563828788</id><published>2008-10-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:19:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last football game of the season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I thought I would tell everyone about our last Football game of the season and share some pictures. It was a great night for a football game, really warm. But not many people showed up because potatoe harvest went a little longer than planned. this game decided whether or not we went to districts and state. It was an amazing game and our team played hard. We ended up with a tie at the end so we went into over time. When it was there trun they ran the ball in once and made it then punted it in and made that too. When it became our turn we ran it in and made it but when we went again our coaches decided to take a risk and run it in again, instead of punting it and they blocked us. We LOST by one point.. It was so disappionting. But I had a really fun night so here are some pictures.. enjoy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023737848778882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/SPvOOd_S0II/AAAAAAAAACE/EEfhx3qqZZE/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022948402501394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/SPvNghEolxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qeVhClnh1ao/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022369501409666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/SPvM-0f28YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dHZ3HplXnOw/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259019693257837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/SPvKjCtqyvI/AAAAAAAAABs/T42o8vCjjCk/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259019191580303138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I love dancing I tend to do it everywhere and anywhere with a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love jackets and jeans if I had all the money in the world i would  buy all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the heat.. anywhere to 90- 95 is perfect weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love music and I can pick up on the tune and know it for good. in a good one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the rain.. specially when its pouring, and I love playing in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love playing around with my hair color.. I tend to switch it every three to six months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-6787916556504328443?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6787916556504328443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=6787916556504328443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/6787916556504328443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/6787916556504328443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2008/09/kirsten-passed-it-on.html' title='Kirsten passed it on'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-7019872368072499386</id><published>2007-10-16T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:42:00.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEWcQbmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FNVmNbxgXpc/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122145672280906370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEWcQbmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FNVmNbxgXpc/s320/IMG_6773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEW8QbmpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xOOMWcQE0m8/s1600-h/IMG_6772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122145680870840978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEW8QbmpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xOOMWcQE0m8/s320/IMG_6772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEXcQbmqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XO4xwbWCh0c/s1600-h/IMG_6769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122145689460775586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEXcQbmqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XO4xwbWCh0c/s320/IMG_6769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEYMQbmrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nZdhWpBSudM/s1600-h/IMG_6769.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought I would share photos of homecoming .. sorry there a bit late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-7019872368072499386?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7019872368072499386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=7019872368072499386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7019872368072499386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7019872368072499386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-dance.html' title='homecoming dance'/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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/_oNuqK4skkBM/RxWEWcQbmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FNVmNbxgXpc/s72-c/IMG_6773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394665412101823450.post-7990543644537604588</id><published>2007-08-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:45:40.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RrKkWNXsfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PVqdktPDYpY/s1600-h/Summer+Pics+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094314829962575202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNuqK4skkBM/RrKkWNXsfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PVqdktPDYpY/s320/Summer+Pics+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my favorite neice Kambri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/394665412101823450-7990543644537604588?l=lrreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7990543644537604588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=394665412101823450&amp;postID=7990543644537604588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7990543644537604588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/394665412101823450/posts/default/7990543644537604588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lrreed.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-and-my-favorite-neice-kambri.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301236962494384618</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/_oNuqK4skkBM/RrKkWNXsfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PVqdktPDYpY/s72-c/Summer+Pics+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
