<?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-2689505927186978095</id><updated>2011-11-13T18:20:55.027-08:00</updated><category term='birth-mother'/><category term='adoptive family'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Whittlebug</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7230506122025233647</id><published>2011-11-06T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:31:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Adoption Month</title><content type='html'>November is National Adoption Month so I felt like I should write a post. Well mostly that is what everyone else is doing so I thought I would join the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Well in 5 days Madden will be 4 months. She is getting so big. And super fun. I love having an open adoption with the Jones family. Its so special and wonderful. There is no other way to say it. I know with out a doubt that if I would have had a closed adoption that I would not be the person I am today. I love how close I am with the Jones'. They really are family. I don't feel like we just met this past year. I feel like I've known them forever.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I met with them Madden was in her Halloween costume. She was tinkerbell. The CUTEST thing I have ever seen. She actually was looking at me and smiling and coo-ing. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I will admit I have been having my hard times. Mostly because I has been a year since I found out I was pregnant. And I just keep having these flashbacks and get glimpses of the same emotions I had last year. It's really. I really when I am having a hard time it never because I regret adoption or i miss Madden. Its always because I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how stupid I was. And I am so sorry to my parents and my family for not listening to you and losing your trust. I now realize what you all were trying to help me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoyZq7t8qnU/TrbgViVe5WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wAYZrvP14rw/s1600/DSCF1961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoyZq7t8qnU/TrbgViVe5WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wAYZrvP14rw/s320/DSCF1961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's about all I can say. YAY OPEN ADOPTION! Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7230506122025233647?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7230506122025233647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7230506122025233647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7230506122025233647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7230506122025233647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-national-adoption-month.html' title='Happy National Adoption Month'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoyZq7t8qnU/TrbgViVe5WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wAYZrvP14rw/s72-c/DSCF1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-3994089187893867708</id><published>2011-09-01T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:03:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well now that things have finally slowed down a little bit I am back to dance. I am teaching 3 classes and trying to dance with the company class again... it's not going to well, but at least I'm trying. I got a job! yay! only bummer is that getting in for a training is taking a little longer than I would have hoped. But oh well there is probably some reason why. I tried the singles ward last sunday. And you know it really was not all that bad. I think I'll try going again but who knows we'll see. Well I love you all. Sorry its a short post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-yNfbB1RAA/TmBjUPWjUSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dHrLsRypBMw/s1600/0925ab%2526w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-yNfbB1RAA/TmBjUPWjUSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dHrLsRypBMw/s320/0925ab%2526w.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-3994089187893867708?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3994089187893867708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=3994089187893867708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3994089187893867708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3994089187893867708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Back in the Swing of Things'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-yNfbB1RAA/TmBjUPWjUSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dHrLsRypBMw/s72-c/0925ab%2526w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-3741681504647347788</id><published>2011-08-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:06:06.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth-mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>What a Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYN1y6QQMAI/TkNFd_H26HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gyjAAS2P5rc/s1600/061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYN1y6QQMAI/TkNFd_H26HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gyjAAS2P5rc/s320/061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639427539860908146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would just like to brag a little bit about how amazing the Jones family is. They have been such a blessing in my life. I feel like I have gained another family. They love and care for me so much. and spoil me to much haha. I love them so much. They are so willing to have such an open relationship with me. I love it so much. When I first started this adoption process I could have never dreamed of a better adoption than what I have now. I know that the openess of my adoption is not for everyone and people might look at it as strange and not right but I don't care. It is right for me and I feel so much better knowing that she is being loved and cared for and the adoptive family loves me as well as their own addition. &lt;div&gt;I love the Jones family, I love little Madden, I love adoption, and I love my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-3741681504647347788?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3741681504647347788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=3741681504647347788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3741681504647347788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3741681504647347788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-blessing.html' title='What a Blessing'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYN1y6QQMAI/TkNFd_H26HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gyjAAS2P5rc/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-5562256844526380323</id><published>2011-07-17T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:56:17.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth-mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Madden Whitney Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ceEGOXGyc3s/TiLNKHJ1YxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RJDItF1FcTM/s320/056.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630288057769222930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      July 11, 2011 at 3:05 Madden came into the world at 7 lbs 5 oz, 20 in. long. She is the most beautiful little angel I have ever seen. She is so healthy and strong and such a good eater. She is so calm and perfect. She really only cries when she is hungry, has a dirty diaper, or if she is cold (well from what the Jones tell me any way). &lt;div&gt;      I am doing so good. Yeah the physical recovery is not exactly what I call ideal but I'll get over it in time. During this whole process I thought that placing her with the Jones was going to kill me emotionally. Yes it is hard at times and I find my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;self crying for no reason but it's not as hard as I thought. I know it is because this is the right thing. Sorry I'm going to preach for a little bit. But I know that it is because Heavenly Father has been with me all the way through this and this is what he has planned for me from the beginning. It's crazy to think that from something so terrible the most wonderful blessing has come from it. I know that Madden has not only been a blessing in my life but the Jones as well, also so many other people. Just everything about this adoption is right and I know that this is what was planned for me. I have grown so much from this experience. I wonder sometimes what my life would be like if this did not happen. And I know that it would have been terrible and I would have pushed myself away from my family and from the gospel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Wow sorry for that splurge of preaching. But it's just how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for my first visit on Friday. It was so nice. Madden was adorable and super fancy as usual. I thought it was going to be super emotional but it was so the opposite. It was fun to be able to visit with Cyd and to see how much Madden has grown even tho it was only a couple of days since I've seen her. It really felt like I was visiting Cyds baby not mine, because that's what she is. She is Cyd and Ryan's little girl. I am her birth-mother who loves her very much. And I love the Jones family so much. They are so understanding and so loving and welcoming. They have accepted not only me into their family but my whole family. We are just an extension of their family. After all we technically are all brother and sisters haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   But I just want to let you all know I love you and thank you for all that you have done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdY43YkWw-c/TiLNZ8lnhoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FnFU9oXpI9I/s320/007.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630288329810871938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-5562256844526380323?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5562256844526380323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=5562256844526380323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5562256844526380323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5562256844526380323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/07/madden-whitney-jones.html' title='Madden Whitney Jones'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ceEGOXGyc3s/TiLNKHJ1YxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RJDItF1FcTM/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6175378885127657931</id><published>2011-07-07T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:35:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Plan!</title><content type='html'>This little girl has recently decided that it is just to cozy inside my tummy and it is just to much fun to use her foot to move my ribs around.  If nothing happens over the weekend I will go into the hospital Sunday night to do some cervix prep stuff then Monday morning they will start me on Pitocine. Just letting you all know :) I'm kind of thinking that I'm going to have to wait for Sunday. Despite all the intense contraction they just aren't getting any more consistent just more annoying haha. Well I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6175378885127657931?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6175378885127657931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6175378885127657931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6175378885127657931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6175378885127657931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/07/heres-plan.html' title='Here&apos;s the Plan!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6523601121377437513</id><published>2011-07-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:27:19.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many More DAYS?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Only a few more days, if we are going by due date. Although I think I'm going to take after my mother and all my sisters and end up going late. Which I'm not to thrilled about...at all... But I'm super excited to be done with everything. And I know that the Jones family are beyond excitement. I will let everyone know when something happens and I'll try to post pictures as soon as I can. I love all of you. And thank you once again for all your love and support.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dc6iUssSag/Tg9imaag6II/AAAAAAAAAF8/9H54_SfekB4/s320/001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624822871674120322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how me and Emmalee have been spending our summer days. And say I know that is looks like I have a gold ball but that is actually just my baby belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6523601121377437513?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6523601121377437513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6523601121377437513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6523601121377437513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6523601121377437513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-many-more-days.html' title='How Many More DAYS?!?!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dc6iUssSag/Tg9imaag6II/AAAAAAAAAF8/9H54_SfekB4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-1872240503332946738</id><published>2011-06-06T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:34:26.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmwcpzSjlk/TezsHLpCmJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zg_XWlo3cw/s1600/235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmwcpzSjlk/TezsHLpCmJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zg_XWlo3cw/s320/235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615122443552331922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only 4 more weeks! Wow the time sure does fly. Even tho the days seem to drag on forever and ever and I never sleep at nights. The date is creeping up on me. It's kind of scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A couple weeks ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o in group we had a Labor and Delivery nurse come in and talk to all of us girl of what to expect. I am pretty sure that all of us are pretty well scared out of our minds. I know that labor is hard and I've had one to many classes at school that we've had to learn about it but not like this. I was learning about a lot of painful things that no one has told me before. kind of scary. But I just keep telling myself that if the pioneer women could do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; with out a hospital and drugs and in the winter cold, then I can do it in a hospital with lots of drugs and in the nice hot summer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2GIM3IXU_8/Teztc-KBwfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jdO811Yu-20/s320/234.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615123917401342450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Speaking of hot summer. In the lovely state of Utah Mother Nature has been on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; my side of things. It's been really rainy and cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; and lovely. To me at least. Everyone else is complaining about how it's supposed to be summer and it's so cold blah, blah, blah. But yesterday we had our first pretty darn hot day. I did not like it at all. But at least the churches AC was on. It was kind of funny mom and a couple of the other ladies were freezing as I was just absorbing all the cool air I could haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zABa95sYTL0/TezueRGn9kI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4DdNfkYARq0/s320/002.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615125039178839618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been trying my hardest to be more active and eat healthier because supposedly I have gained to much weight in the pregnancy (according to Dr. Merrel). So I've been helping mom with yard work and I went on a bike ride with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;moms activity day girls a couple weeks ago. I know that I probably shouldn't have (that's what people tell me any way) but I did not fall down and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; did not put any stress on her. I don't think I could have done it on any other bike than my cute red bike just because my bike has a rather large seat and doesn't make me lean over hardly at all. Trying to be healthy when all I want to do is sit on the couch and sleep and moan is really hard. But when ever I do have those kind of days I never feel good and I just feel lazy and blah... So there for I drag my self out to do something every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KO37oOTX9oA/TezwAYenIPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RDrYenyw2FQ/s320/014.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615126724785676530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would really like to thank everyone who has helped and supported me through this whole adventure. I know it's been really hard and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; frustrating and most of you have probably wanted to strangle me at times. I'm sorry I have been a little stubborn and angry and stupid at times. But I am doing my best to better myself and be more responsible and try to see the world through different eyes. I would really like to thank my family who is here at home. Thank you for being so accepting of me and still treating me like a person I know it's not always easy. I would also like to thank my case worker Kari. She has had to put up with more than I would have ever wished upon her. She has been such a bessing to me in my life. Also thank you to the Jones family for just accepting me and my family into yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAAJQO_oLQg/TezygSBJwbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PGrJblzlSJA/s320/015.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615129471830573490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's crazy to think this but Heavenly Father has a unique plan for all of us. And yes we all have to go through our own trials and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;struggles in life. We all have and will make mistakes. This mistake has actually turned into the greatest blessing in my life. I has brought me closer to my Father in Heaven and gotten my head out of the clouds and has really made me want to understand the gospel for myself.  And not only is this blessing my life it is blessing the lives of the Jones family. They get to complete their family with this beautiful little girl. I love all of you and Thank you once again. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh Yeah! If you would like an update once she is born (weight, hight, picture, ect.) Please let me know because I really don't want to make this weird or uncomfortable for anyone. So just let me know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2689505927186978095-1872240503332946738?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1872240503332946738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=1872240503332946738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1872240503332946738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1872240503332946738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-much-longer.html' title='How much longer?'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmwcpzSjlk/TezsHLpCmJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zg_XWlo3cw/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6049989976856053578</id><published>2011-05-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:24:01.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Filled Fun :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I realized that my is kind of boring because I have zero pictures of anything on here. And not gonna lie I have a hard time reading blogs that don't have pictures so I think I'll share some with all of you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGrz0aK22z0/TcrA0z5J6QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gI0Cy8jiopQ/s320/092.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605504699731667202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me at the beginning of march.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qA3WbApMDs/TcrBXpnoAOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/npjf4NmSBWE/s320/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the wonderful Jones family the night I announced to them that they were the adoptive family :) They have been such a blessing for me and for this baby. It is going to be fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rl1MVzi8aA/TcrCnOXEa8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8Hu4hUwO3RY/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the cute flowers the boys gave me and my mom at the announcement, and a cute gift box of things just for me from the family. So cute and thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8PrS7GP_Go/TcrDbqnolQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GS3UYnT0NfM/s320/194.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when you have awesome friends that take you to the Color Festival. I look a little crazy in the picture because I was very very tired and all I wanted to do was shower and then sleep. So fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vCQ7CCEGvg/TcrEUnG7OQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ut7fMGk-FeI/s320/233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mom and dad right before the Adult Stake Dance. We made sure to make it very fancy and special for them. We got flowers and taco salads from Arctic Circle and also got some sparkling cider. We used the best china and crystal fancy cups and set the table with candles. It was very fun and very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-foem4TkauBA/TcrFpJRiD8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h4CPym1YHVA/s320/227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6049989976856053578?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6049989976856053578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6049989976856053578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6049989976856053578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6049989976856053578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/05/picture-filled-fun.html' title='Picture Filled Fun :)'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGrz0aK22z0/TcrA0z5J6QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gI0Cy8jiopQ/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8094928537181633338</id><published>2011-04-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:30:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Little Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry I haven't written forever and haven't really given any kind of an update. But every time I think of writing one it's usually out of anger. I really don't want everyone to get all confused with my emotions as facts. I want everyone to be able to make their own judgments on everything and I don't want to sway you one way or another. So that's why I don't write to often. Also sorry my blog is super boring and I don't have any pictures. But as you can imagine I'm kind of boring and nothing really happen haha. I'll try to get some pictures up so you all aren't bored out of your mind reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happy 28 weeks to me :) yay. It's been kind of hard to have an upbeat attitude about everything lately because I've been crazy sick and a little worried about a few things. But it will get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Last week I had a doctors appointment and Cyd got to come with me and mom. It was a good appointment to come to because we got a ton of pictures and she was being the cutest little thing. She was yawning and wiggling and started getting little hick-ups. So cute. She is growing so big well at least I think she is because I am feeling a little more than huge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's gotten to the point where we, meaning me, mom, and Kari (my case worker), have made a hospital plan. It's more like a guideline but it is needed. Mom and I have been joking around but being kind of serious about making a sticky note chart that will show when people are going to come and what is going to happen when. I think this will be good because then the nurses will know a little bit about what is going on so they aren't confused beyond all belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I think that is all. So I'll end with this. Adoption is the best thing ever, Being sick is not fun at all, and I love everyone (or at least trying to love everyone. Being Christ like is really hard sometimes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8094928537181633338?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8094928537181633338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8094928537181633338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8094928537181633338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8094928537181633338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-little-update.html' title='Quick Little Update'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-2042825161890155978</id><published>2011-03-09T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:48.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Birth-mother and This Is My Story</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know I am pregnant. I am now 23 weeks along so about 6 months. I'm healthy and growing a belly. I mostly wanted to write this entry to put my side of the story out there because I don't think that it has truly been heard all the way. And I know that you all will hear something new from this but I think it will be good. &lt;div&gt; So basically me and the birth-father started getting sexual and well once that happens your mind just gets fogged up and that's what your relationship rotates on. Also because your mind is fogged up and so filled with Satan's influence you say a lot of things with out thinking about it at all it just flops out of your mouth. Well some may think that this was a planned pregnancy but I can assure you that is absolutely was not. But I can understand where this confusion would come from because one night as I was living in the moment I said "I want to have your baby". No we did not discuss this at all before hand. We never even mentioned babies before this. But instead of just ignoring it or being responsible and taking the safety precautions the birth-father just took what I said seriously. After word I thought that no I will never get pregnant. It could never happen to me. Well it did I did get pregnant. At the time in our relationship I was very well stupid and young headed and I was very caught up in the relationship. You know the saying "blinded by love" well it is VERY true. So I was thinking well lets just get married civilly and then get sealed later and everything will be fine.  So when I told my parents that I was pregnant as you can imagine they were a little more that upset and then once things settled down they discuses how there were two options 1 get married 2 not get married. In my immature little head marriage was the best thing in the world all my family is married and happy so it must be great, but at the same time there was something in the back of my head that was never comfortable with marrying the birth-father. So as time moved along we started planning a wedding the plans never really got anywhere it was all talk and no action. Finally the little voice in the back of my head got louder and louder and I called off the wedding because I was not ready. I was just going to postpone it for a little while till I was completely comfortable. A couple days went by and I never got that feeling. So I broke off everything. The wedding, the relationship, everything. I still kept in contact with the birth-father after doctors appointments and such. Before as the wedding was still a go my family members kept telling me to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Family Services. For some reason I got sent to a different therapy place and I went there for about two weeks then said wow this is not the right place. So my mom checked out the real office and set up an appointment with me. Instantly I felt so much more comfortable. But going in I was really only going to get my family to shut up about it. So once I found out that that was where I needed to be I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; over. So after I called everything off I started dealing with the question of single parenting or adoption. I came to the conclusion that if I single parented all of my reasons for single parenting were because I was being selfish and it would make me feel better. All the reasons if I adopted where all about the baby and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;well being&lt;/span&gt;. Once I realized that I knew that it needed to be adoption because in a pregnancy and with raising a child it is never about you and it never should. It is always about the child and what is going to keep the child safe and well loved and help the grow. Some may view adoption as just not wanting to take the responsibility of parenting but it's so much more than that. It is taking the responsibility of wanting what is best for the baby and putting them before yourself. So as a result I started looking at profiles the first stack was just not it at all. Then in the next stack I also sent them to the birth-father. We both really liked Ryan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cyd&lt;/span&gt;. Then finally about a week later I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt; that they are the family. They are the family that deserve to have this little baby girl in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   This whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; has been such a learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; in so many ways. I know what I am doing is right for me and I will never see this as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; part of my life I will only see it as a blessing that has helped my grow so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-2042825161890155978?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2042825161890155978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=2042825161890155978' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/2042825161890155978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/2042825161890155978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-birth-mother-and-this-is-my-story.html' title='I&apos;m A Birth-mother and This Is My Story'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-4946461775854736853</id><published>2011-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:37:41.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Special</title><content type='html'>Well, I just want to thank all of you for sticking next to me through this crazy time in my life. It has really helped me feel more confident in myself and make me feel like i can do anything.&lt;div&gt;   When there is a challenge in anyones life the best help to have is the people that you love around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I am feeling much better physically and emotionally. Which is fantastic. sorry this post is really short but I love you all. :) if you want i can ether post the pictures from the doctors or just send them to you on your phones. You tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-4946461775854736853?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4946461775854736853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=4946461775854736853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4946461775854736853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4946461775854736853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-special.html' title='I&apos;m Special'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6114767704008985402</id><published>2010-09-28T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:31:50.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Think Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/TKKkhPGIm-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1l-GrS63z4/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/TKKkhPGIm-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1l-GrS63z4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522156984004549602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lately I've felt a lot like Pooh Bear. With school, work and life i have found some of my favorite thinking spots. #1 my car (mostly because I'm in it 24/7) #2 at the kitchen table with my book in front of me and talking out loud even if there is no one to listen #3 playing the piano (well I should count this one as thinking it's more of a spot i choose when I need to get my mind off of everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well now for the up dating part of blogging. I am in school taking only two classes, Nutrition (which I'm totally not getting at all) and Dance Kinesiology (I love it because it's a fun class but a lot of memorizing). I am also taking an Institute class, Studying the scriptures 101, ok well it's not really that but that what I think they should change it to. I'm really enjoying it a lot. I am also on the Folk Dance Team..... hmmm.... I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this truthfully.... but I'll know sometime. I'm working full time for Dadda. That is pretty much it. Well I am kind of seeing this guy named Benjamin James Forbes (doesn't it sound like a business name). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and Milly cut my hair back to the asymmetrical. I love it this way and that's how it's gonna stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well that is about as exciting as my life gets these days. I hope i hear from all of you soon. Love you all so much. (p.s. I've noticed that when you guys have babies you blogs are no longer about you it's all about the babies...maybe that's why mine is so boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whittlebug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6114767704008985402?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6114767704008985402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6114767704008985402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6114767704008985402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6114767704008985402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2010/09/think-think-think.html' title='Think Think Think'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/TKKkhPGIm-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1l-GrS63z4/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7702963812825401075</id><published>2010-08-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:30:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to grow up?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well the time has come. Me birthday is soon so that means i turn 18. With this it also brings college. My plans are to take two classes with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Milly&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Davis&lt;/span&gt; campus and a dance class on the main campus. That is if i can. I currently have a Hold- I don't really know what that means all i know is i can't sign up for classes. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to call and ask what the crap is going on. But anyway sorry this is a short blog but i figured you guys might want to know about what's going on with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7702963812825401075?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7702963812825401075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7702963812825401075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7702963812825401075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7702963812825401075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-to-grow-up.html' title='I have to grow up?!?!?!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-9038545654134523936</id><published>2010-05-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:04:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K-12 Almost Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well who would have thought I could have made it. All the way from Kindergarten to my senior year in high school. It's kind of crazy to think that i only have 11 school days till graduation. Super scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     Last night mom and dad were talking to me about what I'm going to do after graduation. I know I'm going to Weber State and going to work for dad at the pharmacy and work toward my pharmacy tech. licence (dad's idea). But as for what I want to do...I have no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     I'm still having a hard time realizing I'm growing up and have to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     Well right now at the Winter house we are busy busy busy!!! We have Milly's wedding, graduation, the dance concert, and then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; trip. So Much to do!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;    Well that's all I know about. And I guess I should start paying attention in class now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-9038545654134523936?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/9038545654134523936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=9038545654134523936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/9038545654134523936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/9038545654134523936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2010/05/k-12-almost-over.html' title='K-12 Almost Over'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8391520217398678010</id><published>2010-02-07T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:01:14.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 guy for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;    I've decided that no matter how many times "our heart is broken" or "we feel like our life is crashing down" there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; someone who loves and cares for us. There is always someone we can go to and talk to. That person is Heavenly Father. I've become very close to him lately and I wish that everyone could feel his love and understand that he cares and loves all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8391520217398678010?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8391520217398678010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8391520217398678010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8391520217398678010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8391520217398678010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-guy-for-me.html' title='1 guy for me'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-1077237224644309823</id><published>2009-12-29T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:29:05.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;      well school is school and i'm just trying to do my best. the other day i was thinking about it and i only have 5 months till i graduate. pretty crazy i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE&lt;br /&gt;      well i have been a dancing machine up untill the break. but before the break it's been super fun and with pas de duex (partner dancing) i've been switching betwen two partners. josh- he is an older guy but super strong. he has lifted me twice where i have touched the ceiling. it's scary but so fun. and then there is jake he is in high school i haven't seen him for a long time because he hurt his arm some how and he's had wrestling and such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ELSE&lt;br /&gt;    umm.... well i've been eating a lot. the family has been calling me the human trash can. i know nice family. but  i love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-1077237224644309823?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1077237224644309823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=1077237224644309823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1077237224644309823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1077237224644309823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life-in-nutshell.html' title='my life in a nutshell'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8335977214522575167</id><published>2009-11-08T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:10:31.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE BIRDIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE BYE BIRDIE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Well it finally came, bye bye birdie is this week. If you can come it's Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Monday at 7 for 6 dollars. it's a super fun show to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well this is really short but i just wanted to invite all of you to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8335977214522575167?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8335977214522575167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8335977214522575167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8335977214522575167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8335977214522575167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='BYE BYE BIRDIE!!!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-836857930991601440</id><published>2009-10-30T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:55:36.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Some Oppinions and Help</title><content type='html'>So Some of my friends and I really want to work at Disneyland or Disney World. We were thinking of doing the collage program. but there is an audition in Utah November 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we weren't sure if it's just for the collage students or if we could go try out. and bonus the try outs are for face characters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atmospherically&lt;/span&gt; characters and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parade&lt;/span&gt; dancers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;. If you have and input i would love it.&lt;br /&gt;     Here's the link that has it. &lt;a href="http://corporate.disney.go.com/auditions/calendar/index.html"&gt;http://corporate.disney.go.com/auditions/calendar/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-836857930991601440?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/836857930991601440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=836857930991601440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/836857930991601440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/836857930991601440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/need-some-oppinions-and-help.html' title='Need Some Oppinions and Help'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-5914565390082148646</id><published>2009-10-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:12:26.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Of Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lately i've been loving my fashion design classes. It has first of all brought out my styleish side out. I find myself wanting to dress up more, and wearing heals more than i did. Also i've been noticing the vocabulary words for things that people wear. Like set-in sleeves and necklines. i kind of love it tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     I've been teaching a lot of little girl classes lately mostly because I have had to substitute a lot for the other girls. I have been trying to pay attention to the little girls dancing to get ideas for my dance. These little girls are so cute and so creative. Some of them dance to the beat of the music with a lot of steping on their tippy toes and waving their arms around. Others just go crazy and move how they want with spinning out of control, and skipping as fast as they can.  It is so cute and inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Creative minds inspire all who take the time to look and watch. They create the dream of little girls and the hopes of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-5914565390082148646?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5914565390082148646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=5914565390082148646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5914565390082148646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5914565390082148646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-of-imagination.html' title='Love Of Imagination'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7022123946271525224</id><published>2009-10-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:08:39.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, Danceing, Denying, Dellicious, Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5 D's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATING:&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see. I went on a date with Chase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirkham&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; and he took me to Rainbow Gardens and we watched a movie at his house where he held my hand in front of his mom!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! but any way that's what we did a got so tired and almost fell asleep so he took me home and gave me a little kiss goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DANCING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We had out first pas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duex&lt;/span&gt; class on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. All the guys did really good. I'm super excited. Even tho i went home with huge red marks on my waist and back it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've been working on sterling scholar this last weekend. i am almost done with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;portfolio&lt;/span&gt;. just a little essay and put it all my awards and a head shot then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be great :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DENYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really remember what i was supposed to say about this so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; pretend i know. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; denying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting sick and that i have a great loss of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Food is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;. even tho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lucky if i can get all 3 meals in i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; love it. sometimes i do actually get a snack after school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; that the only thing that is getting me through the day a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;. i know it's bad but it does help get sugar in my body and give my a little pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DOWN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once again i don't remember what this one means i think i just needed another D to make it 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all i can think of saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7022123946271525224?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7022123946271525224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7022123946271525224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7022123946271525224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7022123946271525224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dating-danceing-denying-dellicious-down.html' title='Dating, Danceing, Denying, Dellicious, Down'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-4553864247918513505</id><published>2009-10-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:54:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time To Breath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-try to wake up with enough time to get ready and be at the school by 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-have a crazy hard play practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-try to stay awake and do well during school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-school gets out i get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and go to an after school practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- get home about 5:15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; get ready to leave and eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-leave at 5:30 for dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-sweat a lot at dance and try to burn some calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-get home at 7:15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-eat, check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-homework (when i have it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-go to bed and crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    then i wake up and do everything again. as you can tell my life is kind of crazy. but i like it keeps me out of trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    if anyone has any tips of sterling scholar stuff for dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also trying to do that and as you can tell my weekends are filled with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    Well now to the good stuff. I asked Caleb to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;saidies&lt;/span&gt;. He is a golfer, really nice and funny, and he's in choir with me. :) Our group is going to be so fun! We have all the girls Me, Kari, Erica, Amanda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt;, Sidney, Lexi... probably more. But the theme is something about neon. so we are going to get black shirts and paint them with bright colors. I'm so excited. It's going to be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   But that is my life at the moment. OH WAIT!!!! I got a dance partner for ballet!!! his name is Jake. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; never met him in my life. I know crazy, but one of the moms of the girls that mom teaches was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; to me and i was telling her about how i couldn't find a dance partner. and she told me that she knew a kid that is 17 and really nice and strong a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wrestler&lt;/span&gt; and that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; most likely want to do it. so of course i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; that sounds awesome. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; him for a little bit and i think it will really work out. i hope.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-4553864247918513505?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553864247918513505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=4553864247918513505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4553864247918513505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4553864247918513505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-time-to-breath.html' title='No Time To Breath!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-5867100933126506035</id><published>2009-09-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:27:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some picutres from Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra6Fbn_z8I/AAAAAAAAADk/jstLaGRC3Dg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383695007045636034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra6Fbn_z8I/AAAAAAAAADk/jstLaGRC3Dg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my clothes after many hugs from boys covered in paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra49_P6LJI/AAAAAAAAADU/zzn9wxXsIh4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693779657698450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra49_P6LJI/AAAAAAAAADU/zzn9wxXsIh4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra4ZiL6ivI/AAAAAAAAADE/HLV61SzDwao/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra54guxrlI/AAAAAAAAADc/uBb-uNmbCBA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694785077947986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra54guxrlI/AAAAAAAAADc/uBb-uNmbCBA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; paint from boys..&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693700640792850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;here is my hair&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra45Y4z4RI/AAAAAAAAADM/JNxUnam1FTo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-5867100933126506035?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5867100933126506035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=5867100933126506035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5867100933126506035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5867100933126506035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-some-picutres-from-homecoming.html' title='Here are some picutres from Homecoming'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Sra6Fbn_z8I/AAAAAAAAADk/jstLaGRC3Dg/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-4842717579839516730</id><published>2009-09-18T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:19:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fremont!!! Go Wolves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;       Yesterday we had our homecoming parade, pep rally, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bond fire&lt;/span&gt;. It was so fun. I was apart of the Play Productions/Bye Bye Birdie Cast. We all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dressed&lt;/span&gt; in 50's clothes and sang "We love you Fremont, oh yes we do. We love you Fremont, and we'll be true. So at the game wear blue. Oh Fremont we love you" and we were marching with signs. It was so fun. I'm pretty sure i lost my voice with in the first block. But anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      The pep rally was very typical cheerleader, football player blah... no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;offence&lt;/span&gt; to them but you all know what i mean. but we learned a cheesy dance that we will dance at the game. It's really fun to make fun of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      Then the high light of my evening. The blue boys..... It was so exciting just having them run through us and then run over to the fire. Of course i let them all hug me. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; i have the pictures of how i came home. It was pretty crazy. I spent at least 15-20 min. getting paint out of my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-4842717579839516730?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4842717579839516730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=4842717579839516730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4842717579839516730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4842717579839516730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/fremont-go-wolves.html' title='Fremont!!! Go Wolves!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8341800824336960176</id><published>2009-09-16T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:48:19.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life As Of Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well school has started and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; all of my classes, except U.S. Gov and Adult Roles, but they still aren't bad. I feel like a should be a super-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt; because i am taking two fashion classes. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; both of them. Right now we are kinda of learning the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;same things&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; i still love it. Choir is of course wonderful. We are singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jabawaky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Elijah&lt;/span&gt; Rock, and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; song. It's so sweet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Elijah&lt;/span&gt; Rock the altos hit a low E. Oh yeah Power to the Alto's. I love my seminary teacher. I'm already learning a lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing its because we have been doing object lessons this whole time. Like today we played with Play-doe, it was so fun. We had to make it into something and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt; it to the gospel. it was super cool.&lt;br /&gt;But any way enough of school. Play Practices are going on right now. We are doing Bye Bye Birdie. I got the Part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Deborah&lt;/span&gt; Sue and the understudy of Ursala. It's so fun. I forgot how many new fun people you meet in plays. I really hope all of you can come see it.&lt;br /&gt;Dance is going great. I'm not as sore as i was the first week and we are starting point on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Its crazy. But we have been talking about the show and who is going to be what. I'm so excited. We are doing a split show of Little Mermaid and Snow White. I am going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Arial&lt;/span&gt; in Little Mermaid and most of the other girls are going to me my mermaid sisters and just normal mermaids. I'm so excited we are going to have fish and crabs and seagulls! And for Snow White I'm going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sneezy&lt;/span&gt;. I'm Excited! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for putting character into dancing. I am on the search for a prince Eric. Because Penny really wants to do a Pas De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Duex&lt;/span&gt; class again but if we don't find any guys my prince will ether be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Caral&lt;/span&gt;, David or a spot light. How lame is that. So if you know any guys that would want to come lift a bunch of girls in leotard, PLEASE tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Well my social life is kinda just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; in school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i have play practice right after school and then i go to the dance studio for class or to teach.&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; week! I am going with Ethan Maw. He is not the "red head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;doofous&lt;/span&gt;" he is one of the cross country boys. I am going to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Aubrey's&lt;/span&gt; old White dress with the green ribbon and he's going to wear a green shirt with a white tie. i think it will look really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of boys. Yesterday i had a very pleasant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; from one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buddy's Joe. He gave me 2 dozen peachy-pink roses. I'm not exactly sure why. but he did and i thought it was very nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday i found out that Chase, my friend that is in the Hospital and had brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; to first figure out how to fix his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;seizures&lt;/span&gt; and then to fix them. Well he already had his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; and he needed to have a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;seizures&lt;/span&gt; so then they could pin point the problem and fix it. But he hasn't had them for two weeks. But yesterday he did so he is having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; today and he will be home this weekend!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i can think of that has been going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8341800824336960176?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8341800824336960176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8341800824336960176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8341800824336960176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8341800824336960176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-as-of-now.html' title='My Life As Of Now'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6157149960120907730</id><published>2009-07-18T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:54:43.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture</title><content type='html'>ok the way to see the picture is to just go on to my facebook photos it will be easier that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6157149960120907730?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6157149960120907730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6157149960120907730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6157149960120907730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6157149960120907730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture.html' title='picture'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-2341426402569987350</id><published>2009-07-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:33:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so i had a ton of fun. We went to Young's Dairy and we played mini golf and had yummy yummy ice cream. Then after that we went and petted some goats and then went to his house and just chilled.&lt;br /&gt;Well now for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;juicy&lt;/span&gt; stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt; he's really cute and he's really nice. he plays guitar and is like super good. he was super nice and yeah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; try to get a picture of it on here soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-2341426402569987350?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2341426402569987350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=2341426402569987350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/2341426402569987350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/2341426402569987350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/date.html' title='The Date...'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-3002190485747476895</id><published>2009-07-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:49:24.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  AHHH!!! i have my date with Tyler tonight. i'm probably just freakin out about nothing but i'm super exited and nervous. and i was texting his sister emily and she very casually asked what i thought of him and i said that i thought that he was pretty cute and he sound pretty fun. and she said that he thinks the same about me. :) isn't it fun :) like i said i'm probably just freaking out. but i'm going to really try to be my self and be fun on this date. and who cares if he doesn't like me then i'll just leave and never see him again. exept he's going to BYU so how knows we might have one of those crazy chance meetings. that would be wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    ok so i've been wanting so inspirational scriptures so if and of you have any good ones i would love to hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-3002190485747476895?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3002190485747476895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=3002190485747476895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3002190485747476895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/3002190485747476895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/pre-date.html' title='pre-date!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8644023479723265887</id><published>2009-07-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:19:03.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uglies and the best book ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so i read this new book called "uglies" its really good i liked it a lot. but the only problem is i read it to fast so now i have nothing to do when i have free time. i was planning on having it to read while at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kristi's. but then i got so wound up in it i just couldn't stop. so about in 6 days and a really late night i finished the book. so maybe when i get home I'll buy the next one and I'll have something for Hawaii. i just have to tell myself to read slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      so lately I've been trying to read the book of Mormon. i have been skipping a couple of nights cuz i get to tired or I'm reading the other book or something like that. but when i do read it, it's amazing! and just to let you all know nephi is my new found hero. hahaha. but any way. i think reading scriptures is not as boring as it used to be. does that mean i'm growing up? crazy thought that would never happen. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      well that's all i have this time. next time I'll try to have pictures of my new hair cut and died by the best and wonderful Milly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;     love and miss you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8644023479723265887?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8644023479723265887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8644023479723265887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8644023479723265887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8644023479723265887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/uglies-and-best-book-ever.html' title='uglies and the best book ever!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7509172066330295792</id><published>2009-07-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:59:24.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babysit, eat, intertain, smile, love, sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a new found recpect for all mothers. Just one week of helping kristi and i'm am going to bed always so sleepy. Mothers have to be the lover, the nurse, the inforcer of rules, the slobber cloth and the shoulder to cry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;   This has been a really good adventure for me. i've done so many new things. its been a ton of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;   Well sorry this is a shorter one. but i'm still workin on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7509172066330295792?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7509172066330295792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7509172066330295792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7509172066330295792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7509172066330295792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/babysit-eat-intertain-smile-love-sleep.html' title='babysit, eat, intertain, smile, love, sleep'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7739237414821143018</id><published>2009-06-28T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:05:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Ske-es6dxuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mSnqWPjhvk/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352456116814857954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Ske-es6dxuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mSnqWPjhvk/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well the dance concert went great. i didn't fall and i made all my costume changes with time to spare. i personally thing it was the best one we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;But now that that is over and done with i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to do with myself. i guess i could do the chores that mom keeps giving me and i keep putting off. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go for a walk with chuck. that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Only in a matter of days i will be off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kristi's&lt;/span&gt; to help her out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; super exited. i haven't seen her and her family for what seems forever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to have an adventure in my life. so mom, dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emm&lt;/span&gt; and i fly out to Ohio this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. when we get there we get to build a swing set for the little girls. and of course i will have to show them how to swing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. then mom dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emm&lt;/span&gt; head for home the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and i get to stay clear till the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; exited. and then i get to ride home by myself with a lay over! scary.... but exiting.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so childish when i write on my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have that much to say. and it's not like anyone really reads it. maybe this is my own way of just letting out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;steam&lt;/span&gt; and getting everyone off my back from being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;well that is my life right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7739237414821143018?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7739237414821143018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7739237414821143018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7739237414821143018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7739237414821143018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4sIB6drfq4/Ske-es6dxuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mSnqWPjhvk/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-8418342759382044749</id><published>2009-06-09T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:11:08.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOOLS OUT FOR THE SUMMER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well happy day happy day. I made it through the whole school year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Not brag or anything but i got 3.4 and above all year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty proud. i guess when you actually try to get good grades to get them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things are going great in my life :) i successfully ran the Willard studios show for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/span&gt;. i am done teaching at Dance Image. I know all of my dances for Alice in Wonderland :) and just to add to all of this i got new point shoes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life right now consists of waking up late(sorry mom), doing some house work or yard work, and the getting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. pretty sad i know. I'm just that much of a loser i guess. But sometimes i go on dates so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; always fun. I was so proud of myself last week i had a date on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and another on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; with two different guys! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt; a lot of guys is a lot more fun than just dating one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i can think of to say for now but i will try to blog a lot more so you guys might have some idea of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-8418342759382044749?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8418342759382044749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=8418342759382044749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8418342759382044749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/8418342759382044749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/06/schoools-out-for-summer.html' title='SCHOOOLS OUT FOR THE SUMMER!!!!'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-7714270265448307416</id><published>2009-01-22T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:11:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again we are the unloved children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well mom and dad are off again to sail the open seas. they are heading off to hawaii leaving us, "the three little girls", home alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;next week is going to be crazy for me. let alone having to take care of my self. i am going to be missing all week. because there is a choir thing monday and tuesday. then drama convention wenesday-friday. ahhhh!!!!! yeah there goes my A's and one B down the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;any way our snoopy show is not going as well as planned. we haven't done anything.... well thats a lie but we haven't done a lot. and one of our leads got bad grades and can't be the lead. meaning Dylan gets it all to him self.... oh my. so if you dont come i wont be heart broken lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well thats really all that is happening in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-7714270265448307416?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7714270265448307416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=7714270265448307416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7714270265448307416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/7714270265448307416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-again-we-are-unloved-children.html' title='once again we are the unloved children'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-1768856079948520453</id><published>2008-12-20T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:29:09.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and all that stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well Chirstmas is coming up. it seems way to fast. time is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;well dad, emm, aubrey, teri, and i all went to go get christmas trees. teri got a cute one for her and brad. and we got a cute tree also its all decorated up. it kinda looks like candy land but thats just my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided that i love my seminary class. i am helping with the special ed class. they are so gosh darn spiritual. and yes they do get out of had at times expecaly with the snow and christmas coming up, but its all worth it. my partner, Steven, is basicly a ladies man. he loves all the girls in the class but i'm his favorite lol jk. but any way it was kinda cool last time cuz one of the other boys in the class, Derek, he is one of the more specialer(is that a word, oh well) kids. and he looked around the whole room and said where's whitney and then he did find me and yelled i love you whitney. and that was cute but we were in an assembly so everyone looked and i was like... umm... what do i say... so i said i loved him too. so i always know someone loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i have to say. sorry kinda boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-1768856079948520453?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1768856079948520453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=1768856079948520453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1768856079948520453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1768856079948520453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-all-that-stuff.html' title='Merry Christmas and all that stuff'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-5175816975083142401</id><published>2008-11-06T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:32:19.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sorry i haven't blogged forever and a day. well nothin new has really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i went to Disney world and you guys all know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am in Once Upon A Mattress. (holy crap it's taking over my life! practices get out at 5:30 or 6:00 most days and i have a Saturday practice. blah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT ON HONOR ROLE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; never thought that would happen. All A's except one stupid C+ (stupid math, but at least I'm passing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am going to Sadie's tomorrow with Joe and we are being "trendy" because my friends wanted to match so we all have aropostel shirts. and mine and Joe's are yellow because its the most "crazy, fun, and exiting" color. and that fits my personality so well supposably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have missed dance for 3 weeks :( sad day i know. i did go one day but still i miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i love my dance 1 class its so fun... well at least the last time was. we were dancing to Christmas music. yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeah that is my life right now. not to exiting but I'm loving it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and the family is doing great. Milly is doing play house plays like crazy and going to school. she is so cool. Emmalee is living Jr. high to the fullest... well as full as a 7th grader can. and mom is still super mom and does everything and is happy all the time. dad is my hero cuz he goes the the hard times but still is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well that's all i can think of. I'll try to blog more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-5175816975083142401?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5175816975083142401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=5175816975083142401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5175816975083142401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5175816975083142401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a Bad Blogger'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-290284769001649299</id><published>2008-04-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:56:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA,DrAmA, drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;holy crap. life is just dandy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cuz maggie is wanting me to try out for silverline. which isn't going to happen. and so she is mad at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and my friends are starting to date. sort of and they are liking boys but they all like the same one or two. and its not to pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and dance... we are trying to clean up our dances and fix finale and yeah not to fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And boys..... when are they not drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but yeah thats my life right now in a nut shell. woot woot aren't you jellious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-290284769001649299?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/290284769001649299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=290284769001649299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/290284769001649299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/290284769001649299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dramadrama-drama.html' title='DRAMA,DrAmA, drama'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6861190907990199022</id><published>2008-01-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:41:03.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OK well you all have told me to write a happy blog because it's depressing or something. so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;    well i don't have to have the stupid brase any more!!!! and the physical therapy is going excellently and i am progressing wonderfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;   i went and watched my dance class the other day. and i watched my dance and it is going to be so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;   school is going wonderfully and i had to switch my schedule and now i have health with Josh K. and holy carp i don't know how he did it but he got really really cute over Christmas break.. any way well i talked to him after health.it was cool because he had the same thing done to his knee(sort of) and we talked about that and it was really really fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;    i saw Enchanted last night for the 2nd time. i love that movie! well anyway after the movie we went to dinner and then right after dinner dad went and bought the enchanted soundtrack. i didn't even have to convince him that much. he bought it and on the way home we listened to it and was singing at the top of our lungs....HOW DOSE SHE KNOW.... lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;    lets see what else is happy... oh yeah... I GET MATH!!!! YES!! finally for once in my life i  get it. thank you so much Robert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;    well that is my happy blog...lol ill try to do some more happy ones :) and i even use a happy color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6861190907990199022?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861190907990199022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6861190907990199022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6861190907990199022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6861190907990199022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-happy-blog.html' title='My Happy Blog'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-124180058806698365</id><published>2007-12-21T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:29:43.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on the leg</title><content type='html'>i have had an MRI and the doctor confirmed that i did dislocate my knee. (no-duh). and well i get surgery on January 4th. and I'll be out the week after. i wish it was earlier though. 'cuz lucky me that is the end of term. ahhh.... yeah not to happy about that one. and he also said it would take to at the least 1-3 months of recovery. so basically no more dance for me. ugh. kill me now. and my mom talked to my dance teacher about it and she said that she has taken me out of all the group dances and i will only have my 2 sec. solo. what is the point of being in the show if i;m not going to be dancing with my class. its so retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-124180058806698365?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/124180058806698365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=124180058806698365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/124180058806698365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/124180058806698365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-on-leg.html' title='update on the leg'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-5542348402774437607</id><published>2007-12-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:02:52.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiristmas Time</title><content type='html'>Christmas a time of caroling, Christmas trees, Christmas lights, receiving and giving presents, and the colors red and green painted where ever you go. the only thing is i don't feel very Christmas-y yet and Christmas is only in a few weeks. today i went Christmas shopping and got all of my friend gifts and i still don't feel the magic. and tonight i had Dickens festival and i have been singing Christmas songs. but still i just don't feel it yet. any ideas of what i could do to get into the spirit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-5542348402774437607?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5542348402774437607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=5542348402774437607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5542348402774437607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/5542348402774437607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2007/12/chiristmas-time.html' title='Chiristmas Time'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-4576963683204702767</id><published>2007-11-30T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:20:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer vs Injury</title><content type='html'>OK so here's what happened. last night at dance it was almost the end. and i was doing a grand sodabasqe aka a jumping turning thing. and i landed completely wrong and went plummeting to the ground and i dislocated my knee. i immediately started to cry out in pain. so my mommy came in and asked me if it was my ankle and in my head i was saying"Hello i am holding my knee for a reason" so as fast as i could i took my hand off my knee and put it right back on. my mom said," her knee is dislocated!" and she leaned down and whispered in my ear and said, " i have to pull on your leg to put it back in and it will hurt OK?" i took my hand off and held on to my other leg. it hurt so bad not to be holding it. and once my mom pulled it hurt so so so freaking bad. it felt like i was going to die right then. she let go of my leg and i grabbed my knee and cried even harder. my mom held me close to her and put her jacket on me so i would get shocky. one of the girls ask my mom if she was a doctor. that made me laugh. she responded no i just have a lot of kids. Mrs. penny got ice and put it in a shopping bag. i put it on my knee and the cold melting ice started dribbling down my legs and seeping into my tights i wasn't crying to bad now. my mom went to go get the car and she asked if Carl and another man could carry my to the car. 1 2 3 they picked me up i held my leg to make sure it didn't move more then it already was. they set me in the car gently and shut the door. i tried to stay strong and not cry. but once we started driving i couldn't control the tears that came. and the pain only got worse and we drove and every bump and turn and divit was like my leg was going to fall off. we finally got home. my leg now dripping wet from the ice was freezing once i stepped out of the car into my dads arms.&lt;br /&gt;the night did not go any better. trying not to move my leg trying not to cause more pain. thank goodness for IBProfine.&lt;br /&gt;today we went to the doctor and we took x-rays. and they put me in a restrainer. i cast/braes. and it is very irritating i cant bend my leg at all. and i also got crutches. my arms are killing me. i am such a pansy but my arms will be so buff after this.&lt;br /&gt;no worries i will get better. we are going to another doctor on Thursday and that will tell me how long i will be off it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-4576963683204702767?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4576963683204702767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=4576963683204702767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4576963683204702767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/4576963683204702767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2007/11/leg-straight-for-one-second-bent-next.html' title='Dancer vs Injury'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-1446992723593898587</id><published>2007-11-18T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:25:37.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do</title><content type='html'>ok so my life is so freakin crazy right now. cuz i have the play(thankfully tomarow is the last night) and then i also have school and trying get my homework done and also haveing guys confuse you and haveing friends drive you insain. AHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   so the play is taking up my whole life. no joke. and well i have been running so low on energy latly cuz of staying up so late, puting all of my engery into the play. and it just aint fun any more. but thank fully i have friends in there that make it intertaining and fun.&lt;br /&gt;  school and homework.....ugh. well it hard to stay awake during classes cuz of the play. and it is hard to do homework after school cuz i have to be getting  ready and i want to take a little nap before. and so that is very hard. and stupid idiotic math.... it should go die in a whole and rot.... sorry i have been having major major problems with math. i pay attention in class and take notes and think i have it in my head and then i start with the  assignment... i swear it like freakin chinese or something. i get so confused and there for i get frustrated which there for i get sick and it just aint good. and it dosen't help that i am bairly passing math. i just dont know what to do any more. drop out of this math class and go to an easier one, try to get through this one and fail and have to take the class over again. i just dont know.&lt;br /&gt;    and guys....oh man. one second they love you and the next they hate you. it just don't make no sence. sorry bad grammer. lol. but really there is this kid in the play that i did start to like. and me and another girl got a ride with him to the party and i was thinkin like heck yes flirtin time.....yeah-no. all he did the whole freakin time was talk about him self. blah. yea so dont like him any more. and i dont know who else. ahhh.... i will just go into training to be a nun. yep that'll work.&lt;br /&gt;   friends.....ugh. well my bestest friend i always hear her stories of how every guy in the whole freakin work loves her. and how she dosen't know who to like and if she should get back together with her ex or not. blah blah blah. yeah all i'm hearin from that is.... whitneys a loser whitneys a loser. ugh&lt;br /&gt;   MY LIFE IS NOTHIN BUT STRESS STRESS STRESS.help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-1446992723593898587?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1446992723593898587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=1446992723593898587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1446992723593898587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/1446992723593898587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6203157986674895299</id><published>2007-11-10T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:25:20.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such A Girl</title><content type='html'>ok well i just realized that my whole blog is basicly about me being a flirty girl with boys. well sorry about that it just happens sometimes. actually scratch that it happens all the time. its ether that or drama with girls. yeah my life is filled with wonderful wonderful drama. woot woot....not. but yeah so we had a saterday play practice. blah. i am staring to hate this play. oh well i will just have to push through it. but i thin the thing that is making me sick of the play is weirdo freek boys. ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!! there is this one seinior that is super duper weird and he scares me but some how he thinks we are best friends. ugh. why do i have to attract all of the weird creepo drama causeing ones. why can't i just get one normal guy for one in my life. but yes i know i know i am not 16. but i can still flirt can't i?  sorry well i have nothing more to say today. exept a quote from a song ,"what cha gona a do when a fella gets flirty and talks real perrty what cha gona do...." -Adole Annie, Oklahoma-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6203157986674895299?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6203157986674895299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-3739308071883826635</id><published>2007-11-05T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:12:48.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>i'm in the play Singing In The Rain @ Fremont High School. i am a crazy fan basicly background. well i have one line woot-woot. and well today i just found out that i will also be playing a man....huh? hello i am a girl and its not like there aren't guys that can do it and a little bit more flat guy figured girls that can do it. but it will be fun. and how is a guy suposed to act i dont know these things. i will have to do my research. just kidding. but any way the main lead, don, and well he is the cutest boy in the whole world. *sigh* and well i say my one line to he and also when i am a man i shake his hand. freak of course a man. dang. well he rememberd that i tried out with him. and he could tell that i wanted a lead, but what ever. but isn't that cool that he remember that i wanted a lead, but i didn't tell him he could tell by the way i was danceing. hehe :D that makes me super happy. but the one bad thing is i think he is a senior and i am a sophmore. little bit of a problem. but what ever i can still look can't i. oh man i also have a guy that is cute, a little bit a of a pretty boy, but he is way cute and he flirts with me and yeah. one day my partner when i say my line was gone i needed a stand in and he was it. he was all of the sudden glued to my hip. but i didn't mind to much. hehe. oh man i am such a flirt. but i am a high school girl what can i say. hehe. well there is my shpill about the play today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-3739308071883826635?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-2971474210047347775</id><published>2007-11-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:55:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok well here is the thing. my best friend was going out withthis guy. and she thought that it would be funny to play a prank on her boyfriend. so she had one of her guy friends call him and tell them that they where together. then told me to call him and say that she was cheating on him. well he took it seriously(who would of thought) and broke up with her. so then she was like," wow i would have never thought that that would have ever happened" DUH! ok so he is single free to flirt with who ever. so he started flirting with me so i reacted and flirted back. and then she got all pissed at me saying, "i cant believe that you would flirt with him. now you are going to steal him from me." oh my gosh i would never steal him from her. but if he asked me i would not refuse because yes i do like him. and he likes me too. so she is not moving on but still flirting with one other boy and she is like oh my gosh he likes me i love him, but i still like my ex. ok do you see why i am annoyed. and now i have all of these other people saying "just ask him out cuz he desuves better than her. and he likes you too. just go for it." haha yeah-no. he still needs time to get away from her and if i did that right now i would get slotterd. so i am so confused... go for the guy i like and he likes me -or- be a true friend, but i know if it were her she would go strait for the guy. i dono. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-2971474210047347775?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689505927186978095.post-6935690470935994370</id><published>2007-10-30T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:00:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy...</title><content type='html'>hey, well this is my first blog ever so sorry if its kinda lamo. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;well ok here is my life right now. My parents have been gone for almost 2 weeks on a stupid cruise and well everyone at home eather has school or work exept for me and my little sister and sometimes someone is sick. and geuss who got stuck playing mommy. yeah me. it aint fun. but thankfully they come home today. thank goodness. you never really know how much parents do for you untill their gone. yeah you might hate them right now. but trust me on this one being on your own for 2 weeks really opens your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689505927186978095-6935690470935994370?l=whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6935690470935994370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2689505927186978095&amp;postID=6935690470935994370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6935690470935994370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689505927186978095/posts/default/6935690470935994370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjo-whitneyjo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-well-this-is-my-first-blog-ever-so.html' title='mommy...'/><author><name>WhitneyJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291051944557425574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
