<?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-5613191850392475238</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:43:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best for Last Helm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7953841099555135694</id><published>2011-04-16T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:22:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go GC!</title><content type='html'>Can I just say I love General Conferance?  I have found the perfect analogy.  General Conferance, is like Red Bull. It gives you wings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try and look for themes and such when I listen.  I think the big topic was service and reactivation.  Basically, we need to get off our bums and go to work. Too bad I have a lazy bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find so hard about General Conferance is, I feel like yeah lets go! We love our prophets!  The Church is true! Jesus Lives! Amen! (hey thats my middle name)  But I still don't do anything about it...*sigh*... maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid who stood up and smiled at the camera on accident. I laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Occasionally  discouragement may darken our pathway; frustration may be a constant  companion.. “Be not weary in well-doing. … Out of small things  proceedeth that which is great.” President Thomas S. Monson  (I was waiting for the small helm moment here but...alas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It  seems to me that you are so concentrated on finding the nuggets that  you overlook the many precious simple flecks that you have here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - M. Russell Ballard&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In  the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness,  but the number of prayers we answer may be of greater importance.  Let  us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and  despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us; and let us  be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers."  ~Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"In fact, I bet there are some out there right now texting 'Pres. Uchtdorf has been talking for 10 minutes now, and still no aviation analogy ...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Preach the gospel at all time, and if necessary, use words. -St. Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;I  know there was more...but go ahead, comment, share your ideas of the themes or quotes or something.  Comments equal love dontcha know.&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/5613191850392475238-7953841099555135694?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7953841099555135694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7953841099555135694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7953841099555135694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7953841099555135694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-gc.html' title='Go GC!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-8836158331471854518</id><published>2011-02-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:39:48.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>I sometimes get a little terrified of the prospect of not always having classes, having to learn, and get stuff done with a deadline.  I suppose as my 21st birthday comes more quickly than I would like, I start thinking about where I want to be.  There are so many options, and I know that I have a plan, but maybe that's not what I REALLY want to do.  But, the point of this post, is that I am also trying to be a little more......responsible for my future. Shocker, I know!  I actually, literally, went into the high school, and talked to the principal (who happened to be my adviser then, as well as my brothers) about how to get hired, after I graduate.  It was weird.  She said the best way is to do your student teaching here.  The only problem with that is that at BYUI, you don't really get to choose where you go, and that if a school asks for you, you definitely will not go there.   At least, that's what everyone says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could pull the handicapped card?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-8836158331471854518?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/8836158331471854518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=8836158331471854518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8836158331471854518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8836158331471854518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2011/02/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3976644277978558420</id><published>2010-11-22T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:47:28.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old update</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something very exciting to write about but I don't, so I thought I would just put in some pictures that I have laying around.  Halloween etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my quartet.  We spend some sundays playing hymns in the Gardens, but now it is too cold.        The best time to go shopping in Walmart, is Halloween.  You find the weirdest stuff. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsao3Au9xI/AAAAAAAAALo/7gK0Npl1qn8/s1600/QuartetGardens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsao3Au9xI/AAAAAAAAALo/7gK0Npl1qn8/s320/QuartetGardens.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542553055673644818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsa9vTRM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/SaMRWktaeak/s1600/Mebigglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsa9vTRM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/SaMRWktaeak/s320/Mebigglasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542553414381155202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbcbdrnXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KrxBIVEgel8/s1600/HalloweenConcertall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbcbdrnXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KrxBIVEgel8/s320/HalloweenConcertall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542553941632064882" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbPFujNQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AQ2Bhv7dMZU/s1600/HalloweenDecor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbPFujNQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AQ2Bhv7dMZU/s320/HalloweenDecor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542553712458937602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbzzO7ttI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0IKzMKwvP_s/s1600/MeHalloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsbzzO7ttI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0IKzMKwvP_s/s320/MeHalloween.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542554343149647570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween pictures of us putting cobwebs outside our apartment.  We even put dead leaves on it to make it look more realistic.  Anyways, I apologize that this is not a very exciting post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3976644277978558420?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3976644277978558420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3976644277978558420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3976644277978558420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3976644277978558420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-update.html' title='Old update'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TOsao3Au9xI/AAAAAAAAALo/7gK0Npl1qn8/s72-c/QuartetGardens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7980463926799917505</id><published>2010-09-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:40:33.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedules</title><content type='html'>How many second violinists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.  They can't get up that high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYU IDAHO SYMPHONY/SINFONIETTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA ANNUAL HALLOWEEN CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cowboys!”&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 29 &amp;amp; 30 6:00 &amp;amp; 8:30 pm, Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Williams The Cowboys Overture&lt;br /&gt;Barry Suite from Dances With Wolves&lt;br /&gt;Copland Four Dance Episodes from Rodeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II. SINFONIETTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Spring 2010 Concerto Festival Winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 5, 7:30 pm Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Wagner Siegfried Idyll&lt;br /&gt;Suk Serenade for Strings&lt;br /&gt;Vaughan Williams The Lark Ascending&lt;br /&gt;Chopin Piano Concerto No.1, Romance&lt;br /&gt;Bruch Scottish Fantasy, Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III. SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA - OPERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 18, 19, 30&lt;br /&gt;December 2, &amp;amp; 4 7:30 pm, Snow Drama Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Mozart The Marriage of Figaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the definition of an alto?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soprano who can sightread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baroque Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert: Tuesday November 9, 7:30 pm, Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"Wagner's music has beautiful moments but some bad quarters of an        hour." &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; --Rossini &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-7980463926799917505?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7980463926799917505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7980463926799917505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7980463926799917505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7980463926799917505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/09/schedules.html' title='Schedules'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-5481009160924137518</id><published>2010-09-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:47:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>I figure its about time I put up my pictures from Canada, so here you  go.  It isn't all of them, but I think it is enough.  The picture of the hockey game we went to wouldn't cooperate, but you know that you can't go to Canada without going to at least one hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLms-Z68I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cqo7EyxgYRA/s1600/4AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLms-Z68I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cqo7EyxgYRA/s320/4AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476812118883429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLm10teYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/62mS52bvCV8/s1600/Five+Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLm10teYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/62mS52bvCV8/s320/Five+Guys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476812121258686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLnfrdAnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ehsnZPYx3AU/s1600/S7300511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLnfrdAnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ehsnZPYx3AU/s320/S7300511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476812132494148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLnxWnCRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lj6SUnw9EdY/s1600/S7300513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLnxWnCRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lj6SUnw9EdY/s320/S7300513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476812137238563090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGNiR4TLqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QICX0blpbg8/s1600/S7300528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGNiR4TLqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QICX0blpbg8/s200/S7300528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476814241913843362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pictures so far are of the 5AM trying to leave, and dinner at 5 guys in Montana and then entering  B.C. and Heather sleeping on her bed from England so we were told.  The hotel guy brought us Cuban chocolate.  We were very happy.  That is a train station car inside redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGOzSf115I/AAAAAAAAAIA/x4ocxz6-Ga8/s1600/S7300536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGOzSf115I/AAAAAAAAAIA/x4ocxz6-Ga8/s320/S7300536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476815633649096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlODnEbfJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_hb4xByk7mo/s1600/S7300591.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise and I at the train museum found a safe...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGO0gaeMZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/95IZheN-zhg/s1600/S7300538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGO0gaeMZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/95IZheN-zhg/s320/S7300538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476815654564540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is getting away...yeah, we are pretty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGPv7ZQ7BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ethMhydePlE/s1600/Me+and+Cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGPv7ZQ7BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ethMhydePlE/s320/Me+and+Cello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476816675419515922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlcCrLRUHI/AAAAAAAAALA/8B-vIklbSx0/s1600/EwwwClam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlcCrLRUHI/AAAAAAAAALA/8B-vIklbSx0/s320/EwwwClam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515040419711373426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TInCVT8APjI/AAAAAAAAALY/i0a3ToAiikw/s1600/189_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TInCVT8APjI/AAAAAAAAALY/i0a3ToAiikw/s320/189_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515152890076872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a jellyfish and some pictures of Vancouver. And the one below is the first time I saw the ocean! There was some clam still in the shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlTU0HBTQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aVaJOjhXHjc/s1600/S7300591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlTU0HBTQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aVaJOjhXHjc/s320/S7300591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515030835742461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlbpootJXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fmJJoLhPZhk/s1600/BumperCars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlbpootJXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fmJJoLhPZhk/s320/BumperCars2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515039989532796274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlXcst6JZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TrVRzTaluxQ/s1600/S7300614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlXcst6JZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TrVRzTaluxQ/s320/S7300614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515035369243551122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlYQvR-tfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HFlMk4hOSYk/s1600/S7300675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlYQvR-tfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HFlMk4hOSYk/s320/S7300675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515036263284913650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlaL48jmOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q6xZey-p_Bs/s1600/S7300676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlaL48jmOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q6xZey-p_Bs/s320/S7300676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515038379003320546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the columbia river and over here is Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIla__afUAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/myjA2Ds5bts/s1600/S7300670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIla__afUAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/myjA2Ds5bts/s320/S7300670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515039274092679170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlWa-bo_KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ahDm3x8I1vM/s1600/S7300606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TIlWa-bo_KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ahDm3x8I1vM/s320/S7300606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515034240127401122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TInDEkatuFI/AAAAAAAAALg/9VtwH7SpsZM/s1600/189_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TInDEkatuFI/AAAAAAAAALg/9VtwH7SpsZM/s320/189_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515153701954500690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-5481009160924137518?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/5481009160924137518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=5481009160924137518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5481009160924137518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5481009160924137518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TAGLms-Z68I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cqo7EyxgYRA/s72-c/4AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-375594588579207215</id><published>2010-06-13T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:14:16.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post from Home</title><content type='html'>This was a post that I forgot to publish right before I left home, so I figured I would be very sequential and post this one and then post the one that everyone has been dying to see. Hopefully not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my older brother trying out his new contacts.  First his right eye!  Actually, I didn't take any of him trying the left one....&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-283f8d9b2125b408" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D283f8d9b2125b408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23E6A61E3C752939C9692CCEF6A0CAC50385581E.18EDE80863425E4DB323612B400333AB89A645D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D283f8d9b2125b408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DahzNp_gWw_-7QH-bUlt-M0dfyCQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D283f8d9b2125b408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23E6A61E3C752939C9692CCEF6A0CAC50385581E.18EDE80863425E4DB323612B400333AB89A645D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D283f8d9b2125b408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DahzNp_gWw_-7QH-bUlt-M0dfyCQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc9d20bfa7ae0030" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc9d20bfa7ae0030%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10E27462F40C104D5F9A09B60F70F3DB3CB23572.5B6C86F87B77186495B6B4978A79FCCCA8FFD8BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc9d20bfa7ae0030%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_EUE7DNbmUmBu9YrDazfXT-DoIk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc9d20bfa7ae0030%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10E27462F40C104D5F9A09B60F70F3DB3CB23572.5B6C86F87B77186495B6B4978A79FCCCA8FFD8BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc9d20bfa7ae0030%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_EUE7DNbmUmBu9YrDazfXT-DoIk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we made T-shirts!  So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTW2zExBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TBUwg_vZVEg/s1600/Aaronworkingshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTZR-Y3tKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p4e-1nalVDg/s1600/Aaronworkingshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTZR-Y3tKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p4e-1nalVDg/s320/Aaronworkingshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482245549245052066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTXd1P6iWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/to3Lvmnyws8/s1600/Mydoneshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTXd1P6iWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/to3Lvmnyws8/s320/Mydoneshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482243553926744418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTX2K9id8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TK7pdSxUCdc/s1600/AaronShirtDone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTX2K9id8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TK7pdSxUCdc/s320/AaronShirtDone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482243972072110018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shirt!  Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aaron's shirt is pretty awesome too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-375594588579207215?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/375594588579207215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=375594588579207215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/375594588579207215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/375594588579207215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-post-from-home.html' title='Last Post from Home'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TBTZR-Y3tKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p4e-1nalVDg/s72-c/Aaronworkingshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2264627473891428128</id><published>2010-01-28T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:37:41.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books, and... Phone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="1684560757223200997"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I admit it. I like books! Ok, I'll try again. I LOVE books! I think they may be the one thing other than extreme MOOSETRACKS which makes the world go round. But I learned something new about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing in Borders, stay away from the books! Thats very deep right? Borders can be awfully dangerous if your a Helm. Well actually, any bookstore for that matter! They should put a sign up "If your a Helm, please stay only 15 minutes and only buy 2 books." That would probably be a really long sign so maybe something a little shorter and more inconspicuous. But that was the best I could do at this moment so there! I am awesome. I went into Borders with a PlAN I was going to buy this book and this book. TWO books! Yeah...right! I came out with a few more than that. (2 for mom...a couple for me....one for dad... ok, maybe not that many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I was going to start on my new book, and I started the prologue and it didn't start where I had remembered it leaving off. So I looked at it. Yep, this is the book I bought and it looks ok. It has the right author and the right name. So i began to explore the boring information at the beginning that no one reads. DOH!! I bought the last book in the series. Yep, I felt stupid, really stupid! Well, at least I have the last book, though I don't know what good it will do for awhile at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I have a new phone. I have had the old phone for about five years. Recently, (ok the last 6 months or so) Its been freaking out randomly. "No, I will not stay on while you write a text to your sisters! I refuse!" Dumb thing! It is definately time for a new phone! While at the Verizon store, the lady who was helping me said "Wow you must take really good care of your phone to have had it for five years, maybe you deserve a really nice one!" I am thinking, I like where this is going! I looked over at dad and sweetly suggested an I phone, and he gave me the don't even think about it/whatever kind of dad look. Nope, no Iphone for me! I like my phone and I am just glad it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2264627473891428128?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2264627473891428128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2264627473891428128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2264627473891428128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2264627473891428128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-books-and-phone.html' title='Books, Books, and... Phone?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2173632436165622919</id><published>2010-01-14T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:01:40.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you wanted to know.......</title><content type='html'>I guess a story is what this post is today. So there I was, and the MVD, or DMV or whatever they call it these days, and got in an accident. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was parked with my ramp down, about to go into the building to get my handicapped sticker renewed and lucky for me I stopped at the top of my ramp to tell Brianne something; she was in the car at the time, and a guy drove into the non parking space where my ramp was, and you guessed it! Ran over my ramp! He had no idea snd I couldn't get out, so I am yelling at Brianne, and she got out and kindly told him he can't park there. I know you all are going to think I am a dummy after this next part, but I checked to see if it worked, and it did, so I went into the building and took care of what I was doing there, and left. Don't freak out too much because I was smart enough to get his license plate number. I came home and of course the parents wanted to know why I didn't report it or do anything because he was renewing his drivers license. I personally, had no idea what to do. The ramp still worked, and since it was a much lighter car, it wasn't that bad. But I ended up going to the police station anyways, and made a report, but the policeman I worked with gabbed for about an hour about his life. That was kind of weird and awkward. Just in case you wanted to know. I must have bad luck or something with ramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I am working again. It was very tiring but the kids make me laugh. I worked with all of them on their times tables. They are so smart! One of the kids was doing the 7X and when we got to 7X8 he said fifty six, and I said no. He gave me a strange look as though me ears had fallen off, and I smiled and said, "it's fitty six." He just shrugged and we continued on. As he was leaving I asked him again what 7X8 was, and he stopped for minute and got that gleam in his face, and said seriously "fitty-six" flashed me a peace sign and left. I about died of laughing. I can mess with their little minds!!! Mwahahahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh I also found a song about me.  It's playing right now.  I went to Itunes and typed in my name.  You should see if your cool enough to have a song about you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/S09NSODBcII/AAAAAAAAAHI/uJpKu6rxL1k/s1600-h/lazy%2Bdog%2Bblind%2Bman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 406px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/S09NSODBcII/AAAAAAAAAHI/uJpKu6rxL1k/s200/lazy%2Bdog%2Bblind%2Bman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426641051408494722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2173632436165622919?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2173632436165622919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2173632436165622919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2173632436165622919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2173632436165622919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-in-case-you-wanted-to-know.html' title='Just in case you wanted to know.......'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/S09NSODBcII/AAAAAAAAAHI/uJpKu6rxL1k/s72-c/lazy%2Bdog%2Bblind%2Bman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3308130517609631989</id><published>2009-10-10T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:37:28.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/StC4BGZ_yNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RHLsmMQEQxs/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/StC4BGZ_yNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RHLsmMQEQxs/s200/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391011083001514194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I will warn them when someone attempts to eat Wasabi.   Cello players are very  gullible.  I figured he knew it was, but apparently not, so I told him it was mustard.   I am so mean!  Well at least I learned something :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3308130517609631989?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3308130517609631989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3308130517609631989' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3308130517609631989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3308130517609631989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasabi.html' title='Wasabi'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/StC4BGZ_yNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RHLsmMQEQxs/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-1683193519197332373</id><published>2009-09-22T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:48:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned....</title><content type='html'>Things not to do when playing at a reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Know people there (Especially relatives, they all want to talk to you while playing)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Try and thank old people who are trying to tell you a story while you are playing&lt;br /&gt;3.  Follow the violist...(for Bethanie)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Eat a lot of desert because you had no dinner&lt;br /&gt;5.  Get distracted by screaming&lt;br /&gt;6.  Get distracted by people telling you your playing well and they expect a response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got paid, and no I am not going to tell you how much.  But it is really awkward when everyone knows you and your parents and was taught by your grandma, and knows all your relatives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-1683193519197332373?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/1683193519197332373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=1683193519197332373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1683193519197332373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1683193519197332373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-learned.html' title='Things I learned....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2577297420265026950</id><published>2009-09-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:03:04.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I there yet?</title><content type='html'>As you all know I am the youngest of eight and being the youngest I have always felt that I was expected to act a little more mature than my age...or maybe that is just how I was being raised with siblings that are a bit older than myself.  Yeah right!  I bet you all are thinking!&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I tried to grow up to fast. I think I might still be growing up to fast. sometimes it feels like I should still be twelve and going through that awkward pubescent phase. Ok maybe I don't really miss it!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself saying..."after this next phase of my life I will be happier" I should be extremely Happy right now! Why do I always think that the next phase will bring happiness? It must be my attitude! My whole life I have been trying to catch up to my brothers and sisters. I wanted to go to college when i was 13 so that I could experience the joys of living on my own. I wanted to serve a mission as soon as I graduated high school and was very upset that I had to wait. (patience is a virtue I lack) When I went away to good ol' BYUI I was brainwashed with everyone getting all get married, and whatever else they teach up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured out today that I am probably never going to catch up to my brothers and sisters...they are all at different parts of their lives. I love them all so much and thats why I have striven to be like them. but it's time for me to live my own life. I am 19 yrs old, doing what I love best, and I am going to succeed! I am happy where I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once I'm gonna act my age! Whatever that means. :)&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/5613191850392475238-2577297420265026950?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2577297420265026950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2577297420265026950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2577297420265026950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2577297420265026950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-there-yet.html' title='Am I there yet?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-9202275016923160808</id><published>2009-09-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:35:39.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts Galore</title><content type='html'>\&lt;img src="http://operachic.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/07/milland_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any loves me, or cares here are some concert dates, and repertoire stuff! Just kidding I know everyone loves me! ( if its any incentive I even get two complimentary tickets every concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA ANNUAL HALLOWEEN CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 30 &amp;amp; 31 6:00 &amp;amp; 8:30 pm Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Williams Superman&lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;Wagner The Ride of the Valkyries&lt;br /&gt;Britten Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. SINFONIETTA&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dallin Hansen, Guest Conductor&lt;br /&gt;October 6, 7:30 pm Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;November 19, 7:30 pm Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Mendelssohn Overture to Midsummer Night’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;Rossini La Cenerentola Overture&lt;br /&gt;Tchaikovsky Serenade for Strings&lt;br /&gt;Haydn Symphony No. 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA SACRED MUSIC SERIES AND TOUR&lt;br /&gt;November 6, 7:30 pm Hart Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;November 13, 7:30 pm Auditorium, Twin Falls, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 7:30 pm Temple Square Tabernacle, Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;November 20, 7:30 pm Barrus Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Robert Cundick, Elder David Bednar God’s Everlasting Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA&lt;br /&gt;December 13, 7:30 pm Kirkham Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Handel Messiah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-9202275016923160808?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/9202275016923160808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=9202275016923160808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/9202275016923160808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/9202275016923160808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/09/concerts-galore.html' title='Concerts Galore'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-4338637377111512020</id><published>2009-09-08T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:12:15.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, here's too another semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many exciting stories, except within 24 hours of being here I already have a gig on Saturday. Good thing its old fashioned baroque stuff which isn't too worrisome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my friend Elise the cello (everyone here is named by their instrument) invited me to go on a picnic with her sister and her sister's husbands brother and his wife. It was sort of awkward at first but then funny things happened and all was fine. What happend. There I was calmly putting some bread on a plate for a sandwhich when my dumb dog decides to go running after another dog he sees calmly walking along. Full sprint, and no amount of hey's is going to change his mind, so then on grass I go after him. Good thing that there was another guy there who grabbed my dogs leash and walked him over to me. Why did Thorpe look so smug? I don't know. But I was embarassed, I am thinking, while slowly rolling, "dumb dog should be a better service dog. Why did I come where there are people? This is so embarassing etc." So I come back and calmly start finishing my sandwhich with the leash firmly attatched. Then Clarissa, who is Elise's sister and is also a viola player said, "Well while you were already almost there we thought about coming to help you and Michael (her husband) said we should probably do something but you were coming back by the time we decided to do anything." I don't know why but the way she said made us all really laugh. After that we went and played a three hour (no joke) game of Settlers of Catan extended version. I ALMOST won, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I helped Elise move her stuff to her apartment, and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up and got some classes rescheduled and my locker. I talked to Brother Tuellar and asked him what the theme for this year's Halloween concert would be, and he told be the theme is Superhero's. That got me thinking...what could I possibly be. Then Tueller gets this look on his face and he says you know Angela, it would be really cool if you could talk Bro. Benson of the drama department into making you a hair piece or something. I gave him a confused look and he laughed and said you make a great Professor Xavier. His phone rang then so I took my leave. I think its a pretty awesome idea personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to eat with John who is an clarinet player because we wanted to try the new cafeteria. It is so HUGE and so nice. So anyone who comes to visit me, that would be a great place to go! John came with me and we both got our music books, which was exciting, and then I went home, and he went to do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my old roomate Kristilyn Gelder tonight and out of habit she stuck her foot out to help the ramp, and then we had to stop and laugh for awhile. I am so glad the car is fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-4338637377111512020?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/4338637377111512020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=4338637377111512020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4338637377111512020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4338637377111512020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-heres-too-another-semester-not-too.html' title='Fall 2009'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3848647174527320012</id><published>2009-08-31T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:30:18.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Trailer, Hello 5th Wheel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This them walking around while dad explains all the connections on the outside..and all the important details.   Mom and Mrs. Rich  were in the trailer this whole time talking while dad made sure that Mr. Rich knew how to open and put away the awning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwDzn-nEKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gVbGGzHyEE8/s1600-h/0829091321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwDzn-nEKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gVbGGzHyEE8/s200/0829091321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376176240613331106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFPxZDOvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/koTMtdI5XjE/s1600-h/0829091354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFPxZDOvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/koTMtdI5XjE/s200/0829091354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376177823688112882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFXbnpSyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZuE1aYfpNYQ/s1600-h/0829091358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFXbnpSyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZuE1aYfpNYQ/s200/0829091358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376177955282701090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hooked up everything while dad emphasized the use of sway bars.  Mr. Rich doesn't drive a Dodge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFJAIdwFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QpAmewr9oWo/s1600-h/0829091350a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFJAIdwFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QpAmewr9oWo/s200/0829091350a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376177707385995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFd1aMk0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NCH1TPSgP1w/s1600-h/0829091411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFd1aMk0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NCH1TPSgP1w/s200/0829091411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376178065284830018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFlA5uHzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LZwwCMdxPas/s1600-h/0829091411a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwFlA5uHzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LZwwCMdxPas/s200/0829091411a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376178188628926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And drove off, and they didn't even hit the gate!   Dad said in about a year we will get a new 5th wheel, but I assured Mr.  Rich it would only be about 5 months or so, because I will be coming back from school.  The joys of being the influential youngest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I am glad that I still remember which one is the gas and which way is the brake.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3848647174527320012?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3848647174527320012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3848647174527320012' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3848647174527320012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3848647174527320012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-trailer-hello-5th-wheel.html' title='Goodbye Trailer, Hello 5th Wheel!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SpwDzn-nEKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gVbGGzHyEE8/s72-c/0829091321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3096975236860066523</id><published>2009-08-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:37:45.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms &amp; Cars</title><content type='html'>Well the car is finally fixed!  YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it pretty much is fixed all thanks to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part was ready on August 4th.  It takes two weeks to ship.  So on the Monday of the 3rd week Dad gets tired of calling, so I call.  They call the company that makes and ships the ramps, and apparently the ramp has been sitting there for awhile, and they haven't even shipped it yet.  So the car company told me that VMI, the ramp making company told them something about not having a box or whatever, and the lady is trying to make me feel better with lame excuses, but I am getting really mad at this time that I am having a hard time not saying a few choice words.  More like sentences not words.  So I say goodbye and tell mom all this stuff, and I can't remember what she told Dad, because we were keeping him posted of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty much awesome Mom calls back the van people and says give me the number to the company, and the part number and the order number and she gets all this stuff.   I am sure they were a little grudging but she did it.  She called the company, and I offered to do the calling around but she said no.  So she calls and this lady told her she'd connect her, and of course there was an answering machine.  Mom is pretty I guess "worked up"  at this point.  You know the don't mess with mom look.  Well she calls the lady back and says I want to talk to a person.  So they connect her to a guy named Scott.  He says he'll look into it and of course calls back and says yep I sent it by FedEx, and here is a tracking number.  Scott should get a gold star and the van people a kick in the bahonkus.  My mom had the ramp here in Alb.  by 12:30 the next day.  Way to go Mom!  But I still wonder why the company doesn't check up on these things? It really shouldn't be the customer's job.  Thank heavens I have such a cool Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to the mechanic when I called him yesterday that while he was fixing it he should paint the ramp blue, or make my car maybe look a little cooler.  He thought that was pretty funny.  He also mentioned that the texture on the ramp was bumpier so I now I won't slip.  I told him I never slip I only roll backwards gracefully.  So then he laughed and said, "So apparently I know nothin' after 18 years of this?" My parents are thrilled that I can drive!  Apparently its much easier on them when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3096975236860066523?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3096975236860066523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3096975236860066523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3096975236860066523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3096975236860066523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/08/moms-cars.html' title='Moms &amp; Cars'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3689655741396227615</id><published>2009-08-20T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:18:57.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random, well sorta...</title><content type='html'>Well, hopefully my new background and other changes aren't to icky.  You can complain or have issues with it if you want.  You can even leave a comment about it if you wish.  Guess what I made??  I really really really wish I had a picture of it, but I made my first lasagna! What I learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not to do when making lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do not use a lot of sauce on the bottom ( you run out on top)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do not use a lot of meat on the bottom. ( you run out on top)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do not put a layer of noodles on top with just cheese.  (apparently it makes them crunchy..the noodles, not the cheese.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Plan ahead and buy fresh french bread&lt;br /&gt;5.  Don't make such big messes in the kitchen, because then you have to clean it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents said it was excellent, but i think they were just trying to make me feel good about myself. Mom said it was a good first attempt, whatever that means.  Maybe it did help that they were starving... Anywho on to the more exciting things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all here are some end of the semester pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4GxqLpcRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4QbKsLOtX-o/s1600-h/0626092347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4GxqLpcRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4QbKsLOtX-o/s200/0626092347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372238855706079506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nora and I.  Her brother came down to visit so that is who the arm belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4H3lB_WII/AAAAAAAAAFU/EE6XbFkU56Q/s1600-h/S7300437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4H3lB_WII/AAAAAAAAAFU/EE6XbFkU56Q/s200/S7300437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372240056914237570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is us going to the temple on Sunday evening, The only person missing here is Nora.  I think she had a Chinese oral exam the next day. Oh the top two are my roomates, and the other brunette is Heather.  She lives with Nora, next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4JUpLeMEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zjdkK96LuYM/s1600-h/S7300448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4JUpLeMEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zjdkK96LuYM/s200/S7300448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372241655755583554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                The sunflowers are for Emily.  They are dark but look close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4KSzegVYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aOMiht9TDc/s1600-h/S7300447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4KSzegVYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aOMiht9TDc/s200/S7300447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372242723671659906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next egment is fair.  It was way fun!  I think Nathan has decided that its ok for me to come anytime for the rodeo part. Something to do with seating placement.  You'll have to ask him about that. My fair pictures came out very very dark, its hard to see, so I will let others post about that!  But it was really great to hang out with Nathan and Neita and to watch my nieces and nephews do their stuff, and the food was fantabulous!  Thank you Nathan and Neita for having us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a rather funny picture of Melina and Joel that I will post.  Mom and Dad and I were watching them, and here is what happened. Dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4MhEIElqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cDWo-qJ-suI/s1600-h/0806091803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4MhEIElqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cDWo-qJ-suI/s200/0806091803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245167682393762" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Melina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4M80VUWBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6doYfYWBdb4/s1600-h/0806091804a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4M80VUWBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6doYfYWBdb4/s200/0806091804a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245644479322130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly sure what he is looking for, but maybe Snow White  is missing something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3689655741396227615?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3689655741396227615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3689655741396227615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3689655741396227615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3689655741396227615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-random-well-sorta.html' title='Very Random, well sorta...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/So4GxqLpcRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4QbKsLOtX-o/s72-c/0626092347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-6504308384141235793</id><published>2009-08-01T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:19:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Sad Story...</title><content type='html'>So there I was,   taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera card decided to break.   You would think I was smart enough to save all these pictures after I took them.   Lets just say, I leave the smart things for Melanie.   Now I have to figure out where to send my camera card where they can take off the pictures for me.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-6504308384141235793?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/6504308384141235793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=6504308384141235793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/6504308384141235793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/6504308384141235793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/08/extremely-sad-story.html' title='Extremely Sad Story...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-6464019937978760279</id><published>2009-06-26T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:50:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather good Friday</title><content type='html'>So there I was at my house.   It decided that it REALLY wanted to rain to day.  Of course I am trying to do laundery, and of course I had no quarters anymore.  We'll just say that I almost got struck by lightening and I was very very wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that adventure, I saw some of my friends that live a couple of doors down, and we made dinner plans.  Guess what I made?  A pie!   Thank you Bethanie!  Don't worry I wrote it down.  It tasted fantabulous I did awesome!  It was nice having friends over at my house, I have been feeling rather antisocial this week.  Weird, I know, and I am sure no one really believes me.  Well, the best part of my day was while I was making said pie, I got a phone call.  It was Sister Rushton!!!  She was in Rexburg and she brought her kids, and I carried them around Especially little Leah!  She was telling me all sorts of things and most of it I got.  Her favorite thing was when I spun her around and then dumped her in the grass.  I think my shoulders are still slightly sore.  Now for the rest of the evening I don't know what to do with myself, but tomorrow I have a rehearsal for rhapsody in blue.  I love that song!  It makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-6464019937978760279?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/6464019937978760279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=6464019937978760279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/6464019937978760279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/6464019937978760279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/06/rather-good-friday.html' title='A rather good Friday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3261541530341820481</id><published>2009-05-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:51:56.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fantabulous Memorial Day weekend. My parents and sister love me! They came to hang out with just me! Well...maybe thats only in my dreams. We had a great weekend, seeing where everyone was buried, and flowers and eating, and mom's cousin reunion was pretty fun. Good food! It was kind of weird having them there at church because well, its a college ward in a classroom. But whatever I enjoyed having them there. Then Monday was spend all day catching up on everything, man was that exhausting! Tuesday we slept in a little bit and then got ready to go and do more fun things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day! I am so glad that the weather is warming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6e3_UGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZdOpeZBvXTE/s1600-h/S7300382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880892833705602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6e3_UGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZdOpeZBvXTE/s200/S7300382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6ep1w1mtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QcWYBk9aFK4/s1600-h/S7300382.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was way fun with just the three of us. They really enjoyed it. Especially about the part getting in for free :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kind of sad and really missed Jared because there was water....and fish in said water......&lt;/div&gt; There were some plans to go swimming, but floating ice chunks kinda ruined that idea.  COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part was seeing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6fSH9fPnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23QpD3ArGx0/s1600-h/S7300396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340881341831396978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6fSH9fPnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23QpD3ArGx0/s200/S7300396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the people sitting behind us for Old Faithful were pretty funny.  Oh its about 5 minutes late...we came 600 miles for nothing....It looks better on TV yadda yadda.  Duh people its called OLD Faithful for a reason.  Its slightly off its rocker timewise.  And then a guy behind me said, they should hire a new geologist because this one obviously doesn't know.    Dumb people.  Oh well, I guess they are just people, I should be a little less critical.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53022b99be996eb4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53022b99be996eb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A1B408AD5B8D37CF2186C1C9277C5E8AAEC153E.84476ACF1B9AA1A9556D521E31300D5ABF62D2F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53022b99be996eb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYXL2x9HmLIZygrKnGmIrztm1Q-E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53022b99be996eb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A1B408AD5B8D37CF2186C1C9277C5E8AAEC153E.84476ACF1B9AA1A9556D521E31300D5ABF62D2F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53022b99be996eb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYXL2x9HmLIZygrKnGmIrztm1Q-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing I don't understand is sunscreen.  You put it on everywhere and when the day is done...there is a  small square on your arm, burned.  You know that you put sunscreen there.  Hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so excited that I have two concerts this weekend!  We are playing some really really fun stuff! And the choir is singing for one of them.  Its going to be awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3261541530341820481?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3261541530341820481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3261541530341820481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3261541530341820481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3261541530341820481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-fantabulous-memorial-day-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sh6e3_UGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZdOpeZBvXTE/s72-c/S7300382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-433775816079364823</id><published>2009-05-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:38:18.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's and Social Skills Editorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/ShLL0PAn_sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3pVn8Gm-L-k/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337552606630248130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/ShLL0PAn_sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3pVn8Gm-L-k/s200/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mothers should actively participate in children’s lives starting at a young age. A study funded by the Economic and Social Research Council found that mothers who actively discuss their children’s feelings as well as, beliefs, wants, and other social interactions greatly affect children’s social skills. According to the ESRC report, children who discuss often with their mothers have stronger social understanding and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next generation is expected to be able to communicate effectively. Consequently, social competence is a necessary skill that should be emphasized very early in life, as we live in a world where communication is taking a dramatic turn. There are now emails, texting, and other tools of instant communication. It is no longer necessary or even expected to deal with others face to face. Therefore, communication skills must be taught to children for proper ways to communicate openly, and effectively. This skill can also teach children to understand when it is appropriate to talk about certain subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching children life skills helps them to become honest hardworking members of society. The person whom children go to when life is hard is their mother. Mothers have the unique knack for comforting and encouragement to help their children develop self confidence, learn more about themselves and increase their self esteem. They also provide moral support for their children. It is no wonder that with all they do, mothers are considered a force to be reckoned with. Social competency is key in the ability to function effectively in today’s society. Mothers have the unique role of being primary nurturer. This means that they have the duty to help their children achieve competency in the social world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching children is the highest calling given to parents. Mothers are the greatest influences on children. Children should be taught how to become socially adept, so they do not drown in the tumultuous big world. Mothers change and mold their children and talking and spending quality time with their children is extremely valuable. This study proves that the time parents spend with children is valuable learning for the rest of their children’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short editorial I was assigned to write and post. It is based on an article found on CNN if you wish to read the ariticle, here is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/05/15/mother.children.social.skills/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/05/15/mother.children.social.skills/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate any comments or insights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is for Jamie. She said she only comments on blogs with pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-433775816079364823?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/433775816079364823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=433775816079364823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/433775816079364823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/433775816079364823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-and-social-skills-editorial.html' title='Mother&apos;s and Social Skills Editorial'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/ShLL0PAn_sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3pVn8Gm-L-k/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-48655331273476568</id><published>2009-05-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:51:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco De Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Cinco De Mayo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you about my celebration.  We had taco soup for dinner. And then I made sopapillas.  They turned out fantastic.  My only issue was that there was only one person out of the 8 that came, that have heard of them.  Are sopapillas not normal?  Anyways, I am proud of myself and just wanted to brag a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-48655331273476568?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/48655331273476568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=48655331273476568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/48655331273476568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/48655331273476568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco De Mayo'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-9209579501581499117</id><published>2009-05-04T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update!</title><content type='html'>I am so smart I figured out how to add music. There is a reason for the Rockapella song. I went to their concert and had a picture taken! Yay me! (There are perks to being handicapped. But there was a little girl, and she got several pictures taken with them. I seem to remember a time when...) Oh well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_QsFtd25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/eskRU11EpXA/s1600-h/S7300360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332209939695655826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_QsFtd25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/eskRU11EpXA/s200/S7300360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So There we were, Amy and I. They sang my Shambala song, and Amy got her Folger's song. They even sang my all time favorite Zombie Jamboree and fixed that one word. It was sooo awesome. &lt;/div&gt;It was pretty funny because when they finally started doing the songs we wanted there was much cheering between Amy and I, and people looked at us weird. Thanks Amy for coming with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now if only others would visit.....hahah just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, this is what was going on at my house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This what we over here do for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8edefaadc1c54e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8edefaadc1c54e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D172C8037252DA13FB72C561FA9331FC6CEEA0561.7756347414E4B18CDDC5A6D432F849ADA85EEEB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8edefaadc1c54e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOZeY4WNTk5BDeXjUZH59W_bGTl0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8edefaadc1c54e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331607653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D172C8037252DA13FB72C561FA9331FC6CEEA0561.7756347414E4B18CDDC5A6D432F849ADA85EEEB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8edefaadc1c54e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOZeY4WNTk5BDeXjUZH59W_bGTl0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI those two are not my roomates but they live down the walk, and are nice so we like them. I didn't post the video of me going cuz that would be embarassing, and I have to keep up my...whatever it is that I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then for the CES fireside it rained. We were happy to have Elder Bednar there with us, and I haven't looked yet to see if I got caught on camera, but its all good. It rained and rained! This is us very very wet, after the long trek home. There was hot chocolate made very soon after, along with some muffins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_SFHckdAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A1JbcjAXq2A/s1600-h/S7300363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332211469170013186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_SFHckdAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A1JbcjAXq2A/s200/S7300363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, we really were happy to be there. It was a great fireside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_STl0SqvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Yl5jGCtGPfE/s1600-h/S7300361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332211717840743154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_STl0SqvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Yl5jGCtGPfE/s200/S7300361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the temple that morning, which was cool except I was late for quartet practice...ooops! And then the car broke, but it was fixed so now my life can continue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would post more pictures of smoothie parties, as well as some chocolate war paint, but that will have to wait until I have some more time which is...pretty much non existant, but hopefully soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I seem to be on a good ol' Shosty kick.  For Symphony we get to play a quartet of his, that according to historians was like his suicide note....makes for very happy listening.  The cool thing about him is that he signs his name in all his pieces because he can phonetically turn his initials into song.  Too bad there isn't a chord or key with H in it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-9209579501581499117?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8edefaadc1c54e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/9209579501581499117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=9209579501581499117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/9209579501581499117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/9209579501581499117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-update.html' title='Long update!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/Sf_QsFtd25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/eskRU11EpXA/s72-c/S7300360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-4633340508109046184</id><published>2009-04-07T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:33:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it!</title><content type='html'>So I guess pictures speak a thousand words. So here goes. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SdvDq7sNuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/eUiNfA5J0MQ/s1600-h/S7300309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322062527013435506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SdvDq7sNuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/eUiNfA5J0MQ/s200/S7300309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end result is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322064916132656098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SdvF1_2n8-I/AAAAAAAAADs/BVLVwFPwpwo/s200/Angela+Hair" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you can't tell but it is way darker. It probably would be more noticeable if I had kept is longer but I didn't. Anyways, I think its awesome! Just in case anyone really cares what I do with my hair haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-4633340508109046184?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/4633340508109046184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=4633340508109046184' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4633340508109046184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4633340508109046184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-it.html' title='I like it!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SdvDq7sNuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/eUiNfA5J0MQ/s72-c/S7300309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2634986051702879647</id><published>2009-02-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:29:27.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulation</title><content type='html'>There are definitely perks for being the youngest, because one can figure out how to manipulate the world around you and get you what you "need" aka want.  Thank heavens I have some wonderful siblings who sorta kinda rubbed it slightly out of me.  It is a good thing that I still have some of these skills left as I deal with other people's children all by myself.  The secret is manipulation, and a great glare!  I know a few of the parents of these kids, older siblings, other people etc., and the rest don't know that maybe I don't know who their parents are. (mwahhaha)  I told them at the beginning that if they were talking when I was talking they owe me money.  Hmmm...it worked rather well, and I get about 20 dollars for my troubles.  They even liked me enough to bless me with a nice tattoo.  Don't worry I scrubbed it off before church!  Anyways I kinda like them cause they are smart and know whats going on.  The teacher left a note that during the creative writing part I might not be able to get them to write, but little did he know.  I just suggest a few ideas, do you have a favorite food?  And the kid says..no.  I said I went to this really nice resteraunt once...and then he interjects.  Oh, there's this one and...  And I said don't tell me about it, write it.   Another one I told to write how wonderful I am.  That went well too (hee hee hee).  Anywho, on to more exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you to my wonderful family who calls and wishes me happy birthday.  I went to a basketball game and got my nails done.  And then stayed up really late helping mom make key lime pie which was very very tasty.  Good job Mom!!  Next morning we went to the Bosque, and it was way fun!  I took pictures of things saw some wing-flappers and wing-doodles, and of course the rubber ducks, and  the heavy-lift cranes.  At the fly-in part, the birds didn't really cooperate so poor Aaron was very disappointed, but thank you to him for being a good sport. It was nice being embarrassed by your family singing happy birthday where there's random people around and no candles, but I like having this birthday stretched out.  And of course the food was awesome!  Anyways, that's about as exciting as it gets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2634986051702879647?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2634986051702879647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2634986051702879647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2634986051702879647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2634986051702879647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/02/manipulation.html' title='Manipulation'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2149751704307175646</id><published>2009-01-22T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:57:53.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicappedness</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I notice that in my beautiful family, there is an excessive amount of  jokes.  I love it.  Sometimes, even my father gets in on the fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I was, at the end of ward choir.  Somehow the conversation turns to Mothers' necklaces and rings.  My mother tells the story of how her wonderful children bought her the ring.  Then Sister Skidmore asks which one is which stone.   Mom's ring is upside down, so of course being helpful me, I put it right, and point out that I am the prettiest one and what makes the ring so pretty.  Dad says, "No, actually your stone is the flawed one."  Me, unknowingly ask "really? How come?"  He says, "well, its because your handicapped."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the jokes come, I just have to share them.  I hope you all find this extremely amusing.  (Jenny)  Sometimes, I think its funny to watch people's faces.  But our in our ward they all think its funny.  I guess thats a good thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2149751704307175646?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2149751704307175646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2149751704307175646' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2149751704307175646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2149751704307175646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/01/handicappedness.html' title='Handicappedness'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-5091576831500346577</id><published>2009-01-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:16:01.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi, or Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the title was catchy so I figured I had better say something about Pi. Pi is a great number, those that can recite it for more than 8 digits have no life. Personally, I prefer the other kind. I have discovered a certain fondness and fascination for this culinary delight. I was home with Grandma, and needed to keep her busy so I thought of a great plan. Here is what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1WOHzpxoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rhJ62b-Ly20/s1600-h/S7300252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979937844053634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1WOHzpxoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rhJ62b-Ly20/s320/S7300252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think part of Grandma's fell off, because it sure seemed longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1XCbExaBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XoNEUJ2Mb0M/s1600-h/S7300254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980836369328146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1XCbExaBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XoNEUJ2Mb0M/s200/S7300254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea whose was longer, but it sure was fun hanging with Grandma.  We had good conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the fun turned into..... I went to get my camera, and then.....hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290981735635905650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1X2xGobHI/AAAAAAAAADE/eIh_T1Cncq8/s400/S7300257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just thought I would share this momentous occasion with you all.  I just made my first pie.  It sure is great having a well stocked kitchen, where you didn't have to buy it all.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bethanie is amazing!  If you need anything, call her!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-5091576831500346577?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/5091576831500346577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=5091576831500346577' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5091576831500346577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5091576831500346577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2009/01/pi-or-pie.html' title='Pi, or Pie'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SW1WOHzpxoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rhJ62b-Ly20/s72-c/S7300252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2729202456183583331</id><published>2008-12-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:46:04.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home.  I once I got here I realized that the only thing missing from making school perfect is my bed.  I might even just stay at school, if only I had my bed.   Strange isn't it, the silly things we miss when away from home.  Well, maybe not silly, just things you don't really think about I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days ago we got about 15 inches of snow.  Have I mentioned I am not going to school in Rexburg to get away from snow?  Hmmm   But this whole snow thing has me thinking that maybe I will have a new winter goal to skiing.  Yep, you read right...skiing.  It may not happen more than likely, but I think I can always...consider deeply.  Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a purely proud of onesself moment.  I made dinner yesterday.   I even considered taking a picture for all of your benifit, but it didn't happen.  And I may even tell you my secret of why people eat my food towards the end.  I love to cook Italian.  I have no idea why, but I think it is just for breadsticks sake.  I like breadsticks.  I like bread in general.  Breadsticks also have garlic and cheese.  And butter...butter is good!  Doesn't that sound like a perfect food?   Anyways I made breadsticks, and pasta and a big green salad with mandarin oranges and olives.  Thanks Emily!   I guess I did kind of cheat on the pasta thing by using canned alfredo sauce, but i figure me fixing it up counteracts using it.  I put in Sundried tomatoes, Chicken, peas, mushrooms, some garlic...duh!  Can you tell I like garlic?   Now for the secret.  I started at about 5:30, so that good smells can permeate.  We didn't eat til 7.   Thats the secret.  All of my food tastes good, because everyone is starving by the time I am through! Now you know my secrete, starve them and of course it tastes good.   I think mom snitched before I was done and said it was good, but I think thats just a Mom's job.   Oh well, I am proud of myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2729202456183583331?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2729202456183583331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2729202456183583331' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2729202456183583331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2729202456183583331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-8701009621211519366</id><published>2008-11-20T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:37:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SSYQlxqKxnI/AAAAAAAAACM/pWon71oq-ME/s1600-h/S7300195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270918655055152754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SSYQlxqKxnI/AAAAAAAAACM/pWon71oq-ME/s320/S7300195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two last concerts. I am so excited, but this is with who, or whom I get to play with tonight. If you don't know, I shall think you all are weird, and a little uneducated in......something. I am so excited!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lets just say, for tonight, one if my life goals has been completed. I am sorry I am not wearing more makeup, or my hair is a little messy, but it was windy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-8701009621211519366?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/8701009621211519366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=8701009621211519366' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8701009621211519366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8701009621211519366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SSYQlxqKxnI/AAAAAAAAACM/pWon71oq-ME/s72-c/S7300195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7486043519998056526</id><published>2008-11-01T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:40:08.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is doing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, everyone seems to be leaving stuff on their blog, so I feel the need to do it too. Halloween...it was the most boring Halloween, let me tell you. First of all, let me tell you, no one around here understands the art of Halloween carving. And, as I have had 6 concerts this week, there was no time for me to carve one on my own, hence no pictures. I am sure this will probably happen to me next year. So, here is what I did do. I went and played, it was loud and crazy. Then Julia the Flautist kidnapped me and we went and got Adam, and went trick or treating. Funny story! We went along the lower floors, and of course there were people coming up and down the stairs, and they would see me, say just a sec, and run upstairs and give me candy. Candy, candy, candy!!! ha ha! Then we went to see some girls I have never met, but Mark and Brad knew, and we watched a crime movie, with the girl that plays in My Fair Lady and Cary Grant. It was interesting, and fun! then I went home and practiced playing chess, rootbeer floats, and went to bed. This morning, I am very busy, so this will be short, but these are pictures of my orchestra buddies, and what we do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the first one is of my black makeup...the other nights I used brown, because thats what I wear! My hair did not want to do crazy, and my bright red lipstick is gone!  Oh well, you can all imagine that I just looked good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyev23gkDI/AAAAAAAAABU/MIpfxYnl4Sk/s1600-h/S7300152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756609508642866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyev23gkDI/AAAAAAAAABU/MIpfxYnl4Sk/s320/S7300152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyfAsUOhzI/AAAAAAAAABc/6G6ZVp1KxxQ/s1600-h/S7300155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756898734081842" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyfAsUOhzI/AAAAAAAAABc/6G6ZVp1KxxQ/s320/S7300155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The violin pirate gang! I had an amazing red sash, but it was not working, so you can imagine it! my favorite part is mah boots! (they weren't made for walking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263757347206857490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyfazAeAxI/AAAAAAAAABk/wT3jDGwLskw/s320/S7300156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She brought a box of these every night!! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyf0qywPDI/AAAAAAAAABs/rHRbwaeYHvQ/s1600-h/S7300157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263757791678446642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyf0qywPDI/AAAAAAAAABs/rHRbwaeYHvQ/s320/S7300157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Juliann, concert mistress, on the first night though, she had such a real looking scar, and one side of her face had a purple bruise! It was awesome! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQygJIjRInI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cGPL1yv3yxE/s1600-h/S7300162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263758143263941234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQygJIjRInI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cGPL1yv3yxE/s320/S7300162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had to be first mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQygowuj7cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r9V7oS3vmlg/s1600-h/S7300158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263758686624673218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQygowuj7cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r9V7oS3vmlg/s320/S7300158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what they are doing, but it was entertaining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyhNNJtIfI/AAAAAAAAACE/6PscVJX8O3I/s1600-h/S7300163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263759312730006002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyhNNJtIfI/AAAAAAAAACE/6PscVJX8O3I/s320/S7300163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get really really hungry after playing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had taken pictures of the cellos.  Charity was the best because she had her eyes black, and she has really really bright blue eyes, but the batteries died on my stupid camera!!  And then Kyle looked awesome with has scruffy makeup..anyways, maybe I can steal some pictures from Facebook from them!  Ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-7486043519998056526?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7486043519998056526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7486043519998056526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7486043519998056526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7486043519998056526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyone-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone is doing it!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQyev23gkDI/AAAAAAAAABU/MIpfxYnl4Sk/s72-c/S7300152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-1048912465905163867</id><published>2008-10-27T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:11:05.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think I confused you all and myself greatly, so I think I will try again. I already had a costume, and all I needed was a pirate name. The said pumpkins, were signed in one of the pictures. As I hope you can see, its not my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to Sis. Lisa Christensen, and for you guys that know Bro. Christensen, here is what he had to say on the subject of Pirate names. My personal favorite, String, em up Helm, or Wheel the Plank Helm. He likes Nobeard at the Helm, or Jackie Yo Ho Helm. I was also partial to Cat Gut Helm, but I didn't want to gross anyone out. How about Horse Hair Helm. These names aren't very feminine, but thats OK by me. It sure is fun making up pirate names when your last name is helm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Halloween concert opens tomorrow, in this week alone, I have 7 performances. I have decided I am going to die, not literally I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Adam and I fed the ducks. as seen below. I was having way to much fun trying to train the ducks to fetch, meanwhile Adam was getting pecked in the leg. That was the one exciting event of the weekend, besides church of course, because student wards are weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQZ_R00XEPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZqQpVle_FeQ/s1600-h/S7300141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262033158841766130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQZ_R00XEPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZqQpVle_FeQ/s320/S7300141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the gray duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQaBastQs5I/AAAAAAAAABM/2PfnMF_QbE0/s1600-h/S7300142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035510306583442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQaBastQs5I/AAAAAAAAABM/2PfnMF_QbE0/s320/S7300142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell by proximity I think he liked me too! Silly duck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They knew when we were done. You can't tell by looking but there were at leats 25 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034191767199362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQaAN8w-XoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q_lAqHw25Dc/s320/S7300144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was there I talked to some old guys who were fishing. He told me the best place to fish was over somewhere, and he loves it there beacuse no one else does.  I wish I was less directionally challenged.  I also wish I had my fishing pole, but I don't know how to cook a fish, plus I would have to clean it! Gross! I will take pictures of my pirate outfit, but I need to ask Emily what to do about makeup with my limited supply. I have mega homework, so this one was pretty short. Aaron told me my blog was boring, so everyone should tell me what to do to make it more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQaAoueTFzI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pwp_5-GGTEI/s1600-h/S7300146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034651787237170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQaAoueTFzI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pwp_5-GGTEI/s320/S7300146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-1048912465905163867?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/1048912465905163867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=1048912465905163867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1048912465905163867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1048912465905163867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQZ_R00XEPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZqQpVle_FeQ/s72-c/S7300141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-5362399286669188211</id><published>2008-10-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:46:38.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLOdhCANnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gOYl4-A6KDY/s1600-h/S7300130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260994321200461426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLOdhCANnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gOYl4-A6KDY/s320/S7300130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was going to write down Everything about me, that has happened, but its been like two weeks so there goes that plan. The only funny story, is at the devotional the other day, we were singing the closing song, and the wrong words were on the screen, so some were using hymnbooks and singing the right words, and everyone else was just confused and started laughing. Then the next devotional it was so funny because the choruster..chorister...something..was finishing the closing song, and she winked. Everyone laughed because she had forgotten that we could see it. I met her later, and she said she was so embarassed because she was winking at the organist. Everyone thought for sure it was a boy. I picked out my pirate costume this week, and it is AWESOME!! Bro. Tueller though told me I need a pirate name, and the pirate name generator said for me its Dirty Anne Cash. I was hoping for something a little more original that has to do with me, but no bueno yet. So... if people have suggestions, that would be Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a violin party tonight, so I have to go to the store and make some fruit salad. I am taking Juli Ann the violinIST with me to shop too, so it should be a party. I just wanted to add these pictures so everyone can see what goes on here. If you can't figure out what they are, t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLN5EgMPxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DE0uOKzyS1I/s1600-h/S7300132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260993695067160338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLN5EgMPxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DE0uOKzyS1I/s320/S7300132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat's really weird. ( PS this adding pictures thing wasn't working, earlier....sorry!!!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLONhfiAnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vuWwsIjbFpI/s1600-h/S7300131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260994046446404210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLONhfiAnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vuWwsIjbFpI/s320/S7300131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-5362399286669188211?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/5362399286669188211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=5362399286669188211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5362399286669188211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/5362399286669188211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/SQLOdhCANnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gOYl4-A6KDY/s72-c/S7300130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-2777129465662941639</id><published>2008-10-03T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:37:41.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous!</title><content type='html'>Today was just a fantabulous day!  I practiced, took the dog to the vet, and then partied with a bunch of music majors all night.  Thats just the best.  They don't get out much, so I have decided they just go banana's.  We watched pirate movies, of course, since this halloween get to be them.  Any suggestions for a good costume would be appreciated!  Anyways, then at the end, they all quote movies, and its just so funny cuz I have decided it must be a a music thing, then we had our own who's line is it anyway, and then sang hymns in the style of a Gregorian chant.  Only with music majors.....then we told all the music jokes their are, and then the handicapped jokes, came out, and they were all crying by the end.  It was just so cool.  Maybe you just had to have been there.  All the rib cages were sore.  Then we amused ourselves by sqeaking things, and figuring out pitches...who does that?? Well it was sooo much fun and I just thought I would share, except you all won't find it funny cause you weren't there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-2777129465662941639?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/2777129465662941639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=2777129465662941639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2777129465662941639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/2777129465662941639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantabulous.html' title='Fantabulous!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-8831785766067678097</id><published>2008-10-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:17:37.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything very interesting to say.  This weekend I get to pick fresh Rasberries.  Us lowly people who are not leaving for Conference, are going to have a conference party.  I was so excited that Jared and Amy came to see me.  Apparently, I am even cool enough for Sarah's kids, who are awesome, AND I got to carry on some good conversations with Gage,. Those kids sure are cute! &lt;br /&gt;So, people have been asking me again about my seeing eye dog. Its so hard to refrain from saying something sarcastic.  Isn't that awful?  Oh well, I am sure I will get over it! &lt;br /&gt;I went to a piano concert last weekend and it was awesome!  I enjoyed myself by watching the entire audience shift every time the music changed moods.  I think that is just the coolest thing. &lt;br /&gt;We were talking in our religion class about how there are theories that the world is created from parts of other worlds.  Or maybe there is a theory about how our world used to be a fallen world, but then they fixed it up or somethign.  Then we talked about how the ice age is Noahs flood, and the mammoth that they found completely whole...and the dinosaurs.. did they die in the flood? Anyways there are several talks about these theories etc.  that my teacher found, so if anyone is interested...  AND some really good news, though the only one who can understand this excitement is probably Bethanie.  I have a small violin hickey! Go me!  Thats all the excitement around here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-8831785766067678097?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/8831785766067678097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=8831785766067678097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8831785766067678097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/8831785766067678097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/10/week.html' title='A week'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7123236727903564053</id><published>2008-09-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:19:01.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is some of the video that I took last night with Adam the Impressionist, which is what we call him. My camera, sadly died in the middle, but ya'll should be super super impressed.  Sorry about the movement at the last one.  The loudest voice that requests for Goofy is Lizzy, the other one, thats not me, is Annie.  And I am laughing in the background.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b972e5f8cb8297b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7123236727903564053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7123236727903564053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7123236727903564053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7123236727903564053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-is-some-of-video-that-i-took-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-4689961056687288910</id><published>2008-09-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:57:18.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>Today, I wish I was talented. Annie and I went to the store, and then I didn't see her until about supper time 6 o clock, we were doing our respective homeworks and other stuff due later. And it was cloudy!! I have never been sooo excited to see rain. And just for Amy's sake I ran into josh at the snow, and then we saw him at walmart. I got high fives from the boys and a small conversation with Elisha, I think, the youngest. Then Lizzy came over with a friend named Adam, and we sat around and at crackers pepperoni and cream cheese and laughed soo hard when we figured out that Adam was the impression guy mentioned earlier. He is just so funny. I recorded some of him with my camera which hopefully I can post on here since I bought a cable for the memory card. If its not going to work let me know. We laughed and laughed and I wished I could do impressions then watched Clue, which was really funny, though it wasn't. Its like things that shouldn't be funny are. Anyways that probably doesn't make any sense, but if I am lucky it will make sense to you since your my family. Anyways I am going to quit rambling and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are in college when you get super excited about yogurt being on sale for 10 for 4$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Maybe someone really smart (Mel ha ha)  can use small words and give verbal instructions on how to put links to go to everyone elses thingey easily.  Or tell me something else cool that I  can do with this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-4689961056687288910?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/4689961056687288910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=4689961056687288910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4689961056687288910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/4689961056687288910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7449449907651846302</id><published>2008-09-17T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:31:23.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Stuff</title><content type='html'>Here's my advice for the day.   When going to musical functions, don't sit or whatever it is you do there, with other music majors.  It gets.....I don't know what but its weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa did you see that he went from the tonic minor to the dominant major seventh, or  he ended some chord and then with a D major, wow!  Anyways, its weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an Organ Recital tonight.  I wish I could play the organ.  But I have enough of a hard time playing with two hands on a dumb piano, let alone playing triplets on one keyboard, while doing eights with the other hand, and then quarter notes with your feet.  It looks tiring to me.  Anyway I have decided that we should all install pipe organs in the churches.  It shure would be fun to sing with one.  In orchestra we were goofing off, only slightly,  by using Spanish vocabulary of peanut butter and chocolate, and or cheese.  Peanut Butter is fun to say.  And then the girl  in front of me, can't remember her name, was like have you read Skippy Jon Jones.  I was soooo excited.  I love Skippy Jon Jones!!!!  Anyways then the conversation turned the idiosyncracy of your pulchritudiness, or something.  It has been a very interesting day, and all my music major friends have been making me sing stupid minor scales on solfege with hand signs to them.  Then they start laughing cuz I can do one or the other, not both.  We shall see how this test on them goes tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-7449449907651846302?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7449449907651846302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7449449907651846302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7449449907651846302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7449449907651846302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-stuff.html' title='Music Stuff'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-3303199069684370649</id><published>2008-09-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:54:54.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday and Food or Color for thought</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays, not my best days, last time I fell, and so I of course have to try it again.  I didn't fall, but I think I am cursed or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for devo, short for devotional we had an artist speak to us.  He made pictures in the Idaho, and Twin Falls temples, as well as a portrait of Pres. Hinckley in the Conference Center. &lt;br /&gt;So, from an artists perspective, Jesus Christ did an Amazing job at creating the earth, jsut look at all the complementary or complimentary collors.  If you know what they are good for you!  Nature, has this complimentary colors Everywhere.  I would copy and paste examples, but I think you know what I mean.  Also, if you look at the primary colors, Red, Yellow and Blue, and then look at their compliementary colors, Red is to green,  Yellow is to Purple and Blue is to orange.  That is the secret of why us redheads look so darn amazing in green.  If you add up the other two primary colors you get the complimentary ones.  Isn't that cool, or maybe you all are really smart and have noticed?  Anywho, and then he talked about the Golden Section.  If you don't know what that is Google, or Wikipedia it.  He demonstrated this with examples of People's faces.  It really works!  Anyway thats the reason its called the divine number.  The two people he used were really different in size and shape too.  You take the divine number and multiply it times the distance from your forhead to chin.  Then subract that number times the divine number, and you put that on your face, and thats where your nose,or mouth or eyes are.  Maybe you could look for this talk online it was pretty cool!  Thats all that happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-3303199069684370649?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/3303199069684370649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=3303199069684370649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3303199069684370649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/3303199069684370649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-and-food-or-color-for-thought.html' title='Tuesday and Food or Color for thought'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-1232565194028219218</id><published>2008-09-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:49:19.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It seems to me we music kids spend our lives in the Snow building, and thats why I mentioned the bathroom thing previously.  That is, what the Music Explorations guy said today, and why our roomates think us music people are so weird, we give off the aura or something of an introvert.  I think he hasn't met me yet.  He said something really profound to think about, and I was going to write it so we could all have a spiritual moment together, but its gone.  Sorry!  Today, in the afternoon I spent a ton of my time talking to Josh, which is Amy, Jared's wifes brother in law.  Man can that kid sing!!  I was talking to a couple of his friends and we were laughing about pick-up lines.  We were guessing what his friends did, and I am an amazing guesser!  Here are some of the ones we laughed about, if you don't think its funny, maybe you just had to have been there. &lt;br /&gt;1.  Did you know my shoes match my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;     (person looks)  You just totally checked my out.  This one can also apply to the library one.  Do you like books, or the library? I can't remember really how it goes, but its like check me out or check you out or something. &lt;br /&gt;2.  My personal favorite...  Do you like water?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes.       Then you like 70% of my body!&lt;br /&gt;OK so we are easily entertained, thats ok.  The people came to fix my closet today so I will Finally be able to unpack my clothes, thank heavens!  Tonight we went over to our old Team Leader's place and had pancakes.  Then we went home and sang music as loud as we could.  Annie, my roomate made spammy sandwhiches.  (its spam, egg, pickles, and mayo, with cheese on top and stuck in the oven.  It really isn't that bad)  She and I are going to a Ryan Shup and the Rubber Band concert tomarrow.  Its a bluegrass band and it is going to be way fun!  I love the music kids, and I am sorry to say, but I think they are the most fun on the campus.  I think its just cuz we have a lot in common, but whatever.  The cello section is the most fun.  We, are going to make a marching orchestra we decided today.  Haven't worked out all the kinks, but it'll be ok.  I wonder how long it is going to take me to not look at my schedule and know where I am going.  It seems like it didn't take this long in High School.  I wish I had perfect pitch, and that I could sing.   Maybe I will be the best when I die, and play soccer and cross country, and dance.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-1232565194028219218?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/1232565194028219218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=1232565194028219218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1232565194028219218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1232565194028219218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-1860006992959313503</id><published>2008-09-11T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:47:29.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday and Yesterday combined</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was interesting, to say the least. I had two classes, and they want to confuse me and make me learn hand signals with solfege. Grrr, I can play and count, but I can't sing and do hand signals that don't make any sense. Oh well, I wil get over it. Oh and today was the first devotional. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and did a beautiful face plant in a skirt. I was laughing, and no one else seemed to see the ridiculousness of the situation. Until at least twenty minutes later. I then went home, and we accomplished great amounts of homework, and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got moved around in seating in Orchestra, I don't know where I am, but why they always stick tall people in front, I don't know.  Its not my fault I am so short.  I am sure its the genes or something.  Piano classes are extremely hard, when you are playing with two hands on a keyboard challenged.  I really really like my Book of Mormon class, because the teacher knows everything.  We even got to look up errors in the Book, its kinda funny that most people don't know about it, and if there is any interest, I will give the references to you.  I made picnic cake, and I think it will be gone by tomorrow, apparently the roomates like it.  Thorpe seems, today to have become resigned to the fact that we live here.  He will even let my roomies play with him, or chase him in the daily vacuuming ritual.  It seems to me, that I am a good studying partner.  I helped Annie study her million vocabulary words for Anatomy, a class I will now, never take.  She can remember everything now, so I guess helping you siblings study has been a plus, so thanks for that!  Everyone has been silent this afternoon, exhaustion and stress are taking the toll, but then after dinner we just went nuts, and were loud and rearranged our furniture.  I also yesterday made a fool of myself by going to the bathroom, cuz my nose was running, and then when I came back, walked right into the wrong classroom, and what are you supposed to do when everyone is looking at you.  I said hello and the closed the door. I really really felt like a dummy.  And then I was trying to figure out the shortest path to the Taylor building, and this girl asked me where I was going, so I told her, nad she pointed, and then said "It is now my obligation to escort you there", and she did.  It was kinda weird, but not too bad.  And FYI for those who care, if you ever want to go to the bathroom here, use the Snow building, their's are the best!   I am still getting lost, and I wonder when I will get my act together, so I hope soon.  Another day of practicing is ahead of us, so see ya'll later.  OH one more thing, If anyone is interested in concert dates, the Halloween is in October and there is one with Jenny Oaks-Baker in November.  Have a fantabulous day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-1860006992959313503?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/1860006992959313503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=1860006992959313503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1860006992959313503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1860006992959313503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday and Yesterday combined'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-7741672413567639350</id><published>2008-09-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:30:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Me</title><content type='html'>We are going to pretend that these go up by the day they are supposed to, so pretend that I did this Monday.  Imagination is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up extra early, and got to all my classes on time.  Do you know how weird it is to sing hymns before classes, and pray??? Its weird, let me tell ya!  I only got lost a couple of times.  How you can get lost in a square building I don't know.  But if anyone can, I can. AND to top it all off, the numbers go up in order only sometimes.  Why that is I don't know.  Today was my busiest busy day, and it was very very long.  Now that its later I don't remember all that happened, but  it was a very long day.  Oh, I have been asked several times about my seeing eye dog, and my native language apparently is Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-7741672413567639350?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/7741672413567639350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=7741672413567639350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7741672413567639350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/7741672413567639350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-me.html' title='Crazy Me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613191850392475238.post-1174660773412573220</id><published>2008-09-11T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:48:17.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't read, sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well it has been a very busy busy coupla days for me. I really like my roomates we get along together ok. Mom and dad put the dog's bed in the perfect spot for him to sleep, but he wouldn't sleep on it. I then moved it next to my bed in the corner, and he promptly laid on it and went to sleep. He is so picky! I still find him sleeping in the middle of the floor when I wake up, which is annoying because the carpet is dark, and he leaves excess hair. He still stresses that I am going to leave him or something, and won't eat or drink unless I sit by him. Hopefully, this will change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday, we went to all sorts of things and I keep meeting tons and tons of people, and I feel really bad because I can never remember their names. We made baby hats, and put together hygiene? kits. Our table was the fastest and most efficiant, and we started playing movie trivia, and I creamed 'em all thanks to my weird family. Then we started singing disney songs and everyone just gave us weird looks. I don't mind, after all I am used to it. There was a redhead kid there named Grant, and he was singing, and the girls next to him asked if he was trying out for the choir, and he said he didn't think he would, and they said he was really good, and should etc etc. He started singing something, I don't remember what now, but I started singing harmony, and then these kids asked if we were related. Why are all redheads related. He started laughing, and I said we were brother and sister, in a spiritual sense,a dn everyone laughed. Apparantly you can use Mormon sense of humor here. Maybe you had to be there, if you don't think its funny. We were complimented on how well we sound together. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I ran into (not literally) Steven Hill and talked to him, which was cool because they live in Canada now, and I haven't seen him in awhile. Yesterday we trudged up and down and up and down campus. I did fairly well, and hope to increase my endurance. Everyone offers to help me, which is also a great way to meet poeple. There was a talent show and there was this kid that did PERFECT impressions of Kronk Yzma, Harry Potter, Snape, Frodo, and Golum, Jack Sparrow, That employer guy from the incredibles, and Mr. Incredible, Shrek, Donkey Yoda, Pres. Bush, Rocky, The guy from Macho Libre, Napoleon Dynamite, and Kip, Darth Vador, and I think thats it. It was awesome, and then another guy did vocal drums complet with the bass noise. I didn't know you could do the bass note while doing the drums. I wish I could do that. Thorpe was not happy with all the noise, and kep strangling himslef on his leash to get away, not even treats could tempt, it was very very frustrating, but I couldn't leave him home.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was BYUI night, which is just a huge party. The line was huge for the tickets, but I told my friend Lizzy to find me in line, in 2 minutes. She didn't think I could do it but...you guys all know. I found the perfect setup, and went and talked to some girls and they let me in line, about 10 people away from the front. Then my friend, joined me nad we got our tickets. It was awesome. She started calling me hey legless, and threatening to stick a stick in my spokes, or other names, and people's faces, it is a highly entertaining form of entertainment, if you ever want to try it! Then we went to find the dance instructors and I met my friend Rachel who lived across the street from Grandma Rick's. We talked for awhile, and then I asked where the gym was. They told me, and I went downstairs, and went to go play basketbal lwith other ABP's in wheelchairs. I beat them all soundly. They had no idea what they were doing, so I spent about 4 hours down there teaching each group how to do it. I could beat the big football looking boys, down the court, while dribbling. It felt awesome. Sometimes I played, others I watched. When there was a group of boys, of course I had to show 'em up, and play on the girls team, where we usually won! some cheat, and I got em back. ( you can ask about that story if you want later) I made 3 baskets!! I am very proud of myself if you can't tell. Then we went the wrong way, and some guys helped push me up a hill. As I was leaving, there were two guys doing a double bike thing, where your sitting, and the pedals are in front, and you both have to pedal, and it has seats. I have pictures if you don't quite get it. I grabbed the back, and they pulled me around really really fast, which would explain why my footplate is loose today, and then pulled me home, which was really nice cuz it was uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we went to church, and it was confusing because we have to go to a different building for everything else but sacrament meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613191850392475238-1174660773412573220?l=youngesthelm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/feeds/1174660773412573220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613191850392475238&amp;postID=1174660773412573220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1174660773412573220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613191850392475238/posts/default/1174660773412573220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngesthelm.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-it-has-been-very-busy-busy-coupla.html' title='If you haven&apos;t read, sorry!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068892568803687712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLDyN29B8KY/TUgpcz4jJJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FoFywpT5vDA/s220/Angela%2Bat%2BLynn%2527s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
