<?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-3247067854221358828</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:32:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsie</title><subtitle type='html'>a journal of my life for those who care</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3089571720565127489</id><published>2012-02-12T17:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T18:32:54.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well guys, I stayed in Logan two weekends in a row. Two weekends that I could have gone home Thursday to create a three day weekend because my only class on Fridays was cancelled the last two weeks. Amazing I know. I actually think two weekends is the longest I've ever gone without going home. Which is kinda sad.. and it might stay that way cause I'm going home this next weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meh- oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this weekend was a pretty eventful one. To sum it up so I don't make this post forever long: I went to two Aggie basketball games [I sure have forgotten how much fun those games are], had a girls night out in Ogden to watch the Vow [Very cute movie. I may have cried and now want a guy to love me that much], attempted to go to a concert that ended ten minutes after we got there [It was a free one in Ogden that seemed like a bust anyways. I did witness a girl fight though. It was kind of hilarious], met a lot of new friends [I guess I can be pretty social if I try], stayed up till four every night [Not the best idea. I am very sleep deprived], went to Mardi Gras [Very fun and crazy], and it ended with a friend going to the ER because she got hit in the head and blacked out [No worries, she's fine]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was my weekend! But now I have to get into school mode and study for a test I have on Tuesday. Cause I guess that day won't be depressing enough as it is.. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Enjoy some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDEQQS6mOaU/TzhhLcWStZI/AAAAAAAABbY/LKDdytjYJCw/s1600/328030_10150670231782125_681272124_11062756_481245758_o.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDEQQS6mOaU/TzhhLcWStZI/AAAAAAAABbY/LKDdytjYJCw/s320/328030_10150670231782125_681272124_11062756_481245758_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419376908252562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving down to Ogden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkTgcoEuwEM/TzhhK64wdwI/AAAAAAAABbM/R1_yhtmGJV8/s1600/DSCN0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkTgcoEuwEM/TzhhK64wdwI/AAAAAAAABbM/R1_yhtmGJV8/s320/DSCN0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419367926003458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't really know why Darth Vader was at the theater.. but we got a pic with him anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6P1Q3UGbvo/Tzhg__hKJUI/AAAAAAAABa8/wR-_96uzBwU/s1600/328030_10150670231802125_681272124_11062758_842011670_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6P1Q3UGbvo/Tzhg__hKJUI/AAAAAAAABa8/wR-_96uzBwU/s320/328030_10150670231802125_681272124_11062758_842011670_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419180190639426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXZQ10yeKwg/Tzhg-kCCs9I/AAAAAAAABaw/6-2OcxOXj18/s1600/429721_10150651728012246_565042245_11012340_1712809040_n.jpg" style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXZQ10yeKwg/Tzhg-kCCs9I/AAAAAAAABaw/6-2OcxOXj18/s320/429721_10150651728012246_565042245_11012340_1712809040_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419155632501714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the girls at the theater. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aggie basketball! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfRXadUQ8ew/Tzhg-GbGhcI/AAAAAAAABak/R0q3GlswHMM/s1600/413138_10150670252687125_681272124_11062807_1566164988_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfRXadUQ8ew/Tzhg-GbGhcI/AAAAAAAABak/R0q3GlswHMM/s320/413138_10150670252687125_681272124_11062807_1566164988_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419147684545986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ByRnTHnYs0/Tzhg86STxaI/AAAAAAAABaY/TS0FN-aI9Jw/s1600/413138_10150670252657125_681272124_11062806_425135500_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ByRnTHnYs0/Tzhg86STxaI/AAAAAAAABaY/TS0FN-aI9Jw/s320/413138_10150670252657125_681272124_11062806_425135500_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419127246570914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_9IRlUQiTs/Tzhg8nJJiWI/AAAAAAAABaM/A1CvDS9JZEY/s1600/329514_10150670245132125_681272124_11062798_257070587_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_9IRlUQiTs/Tzhg8nJJiWI/AAAAAAAABaM/A1CvDS9JZEY/s320/329514_10150670245132125_681272124_11062798_257070587_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708419122107877730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mardi Gras! The "before we go dance all night and get sweaty and nasty" pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! And a quick shout out to my amazing Grandpa who celebrated his &lt;b&gt;90th&lt;/b&gt; birthday on Saturday! I am so glad to have such a great role model in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Grandpa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3089571720565127489?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3089571720565127489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3089571720565127489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3089571720565127489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3089571720565127489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/02/well-guys-i-stayed-in-logan-two.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDEQQS6mOaU/TzhhLcWStZI/AAAAAAAABbY/LKDdytjYJCw/s72-c/328030_10150670231782125_681272124_11062756_481245758_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3865291177079407633</id><published>2012-01-30T16:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:16:14.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is picking up. I've started to change my attitude about everything. Cause what's the point of being depressed and feeling sorry for myself? I'm just making life worse. So here are a few things that I am doing in order to be happier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I started going to the gym. It is so sad how out of shape I am. Normally I never had the motivation cause I never wanted to go by myself or always said I never had the time. Well now that my job is up in the air (too long of an explanation.. just know I haven't been working the past two weeks and am not sure when or if I'll go back..) I have plenty of free time. And going alone isn't a good enough reason. So I made myself go one day and I'm so glad I did. I feel so good about myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've started making friends up here in Logan. Shocking I know. And all thanks to my friend Liz. If she hadn't decided to come back up to Utah State, I'd probably still be anti-social. But I've started hanging out with her and her roommates and have had tons of fun. Enough fun that I actually want to stay up here on weekends now haha. Didn't think that would happen.. But really. I've done a lot of fun things with them including a white trash dance party and a basketball game. It's been really nice to have friends up here again. I don't feel like such a loser anymore so that definitely makes me happier. All hope is not lost! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmxht7afmOE/TydLtjMrQHI/AAAAAAAABZY/P3DmSN4esdo/s1600/338431_10150611367467125_681272124_10892918_1607884978_o.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmxht7afmOE/TydLtjMrQHI/AAAAAAAABZY/P3DmSN4esdo/s320/338431_10150611367467125_681272124_10892918_1607884978_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610699002626162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20ehFitQmTU/TydLtQ_Xn5I/AAAAAAAABZI/CEKnOHq1nYE/s1600/408938_3150184356329_1316721001_33283145_309430813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20ehFitQmTU/TydLtQ_Xn5I/AAAAAAAABZI/CEKnOHq1nYE/s320/408938_3150184356329_1316721001_33283145_309430813_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610694114975634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChXiXqoEbSM/TydLtH8YQPI/AAAAAAAABZA/5VSDGUfh_hs/s1600/338431_10150611367472125_681272124_10892919_195800632_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChXiXqoEbSM/TydLtH8YQPI/AAAAAAAABZA/5VSDGUfh_hs/s320/338431_10150611367472125_681272124_10892919_195800632_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610691686514930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYiTWoqfaYg/TydM95OyvQI/AAAAAAAABaA/8uB2-UpYkdU/s1600/429158_3198413642031_1316721001_33299336_1461530037_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYiTWoqfaYg/TydM95OyvQI/AAAAAAAABaA/8uB2-UpYkdU/s320/429158_3198413642031_1316721001_33299336_1461530037_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703612079306620162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've gone on a couple dates. Granted they have all been with really close friends so no new boys to have crushes on, but each date has been really fun. I have some great friends that take good care of me and let me know I'm still loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5b-Ta5WYZc/TydMBuYjmcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/JAhd6by9QmQ/s1600/422438_10150635888603336_526193335_11300333_1552641692_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5b-Ta5WYZc/TydMBuYjmcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/JAhd6by9QmQ/s320/422438_10150635888603336_526193335_11300333_1552641692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703611045602630082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all, I'm just trying to be more outgoing and positive about life. It's up to me whether I'm happy or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is only what we make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3247067854221358828-3865291177079407633?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3865291177079407633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3865291177079407633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3865291177079407633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3865291177079407633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-is-choice.html' title='Happiness is a Choice'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmxht7afmOE/TydLtjMrQHI/AAAAAAAABZY/P3DmSN4esdo/s72-c/338431_10150611367467125_681272124_10892918_1607884978_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-252729377571225117</id><published>2012-01-25T14:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:50:43.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm taking a &lt;b&gt;Preparing for a Celestial Marriage&lt;/b&gt; class for institute this semester. I had registered when I was still with Trent. And when school started, I was going to switch classes. I thought it would be too hard to take the class when a wedding isn't in my near future anymore. But I had a feeling I should go and at least see how it would be. And I was glad I did. The first lesson made me realize I need to work on myself before I can expect to share my life with someone else. I need to learn to accept who I am and not let loneliness or the need of love from others determine who I become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned that I am a &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;recipe driven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; person. I follow a recipe exactly every time and I get the same result. I'm scared of change. I don't like to try new things for fear of it ending badly. This leads to living my life planned by circumstance. I want something, I have it planned out the way I want it to result in, and I live my life to get that result. But living that life won't get me anywhere. It will lead me to possible disappointment. "Those who become great cooks are the ones who have made mistakes, made changes, tried something new, and never gave up." They cook by &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;. I've got to &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; my way through life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I need to learn to be &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;principle driven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. "As you seek spiritual knowledge, search for principles. Carefully separate them from the detail used to explain them. &lt;i&gt;Principles are concentrated truth, packaged for application to a wide variety of circumstances&lt;/i&gt;. A true principle makes decisions clear even under the most confusing and compelling circumstances..." I need to be at peace with the circumstances I am in. Don't let the circumstance control me. Don't keep looking down. Look up and trust God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-252729377571225117?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/252729377571225117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=252729377571225117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/252729377571225117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/252729377571225117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/01/driven.html' title='Driven'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-191212424690056916</id><published>2012-01-15T18:16:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:04:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I've been a little depressing lately. I'm really doing okay. It's just been an emotional couple of weeks. A lot of ups and downs. I'm completely fine and accept things one day and then the next I'm a complete mess. But anyways, I'm not here to go off again on what I'm feeling or thinking because no one wants to read about that anymore. So I figured I'd post some pictures from the break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEHIu4nyosM/TxN7iYk2vZI/AAAAAAAABVc/hiBmw8qRs8w/s1600/IMG_7280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEHIu4nyosM/TxN7iYk2vZI/AAAAAAAABVc/hiBmw8qRs8w/s320/IMG_7280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033784196611474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hansen family party. 85 people in my house. I LOVE that family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ip6gKMlTJA/TxN772bqM6I/AAAAAAAABWk/dpxFS8DXuMI/s1600/IMG_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ip6gKMlTJA/TxN772bqM6I/AAAAAAAABWk/dpxFS8DXuMI/s320/IMG_7323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034221707834274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to celebrate Christmas a little early because it was the year my siblings went with their in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g0jOV_epBs/TxN77oW2jDI/AAAAAAAABWY/X_YnMYN7Kg4/s1600/IMG_7320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g0jOV_epBs/TxN77oW2jDI/AAAAAAAABWY/X_YnMYN7Kg4/s320/IMG_7320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034217929575474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkpDek_1jkI/TxN7kR_CEaI/AAAAAAAABWM/3En4EY_lm00/s1600/IMG_7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkpDek_1jkI/TxN7kR_CEaI/AAAAAAAABWM/3En4EY_lm00/s320/IMG_7312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033816787095970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute little Lucy and Gracie playing moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4lnJ7qiLug/TxN7jEUeh2I/AAAAAAAABWA/j3TWr11axyM/s1600/IMG_7298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4lnJ7qiLug/TxN7jEUeh2I/AAAAAAAABWA/j3TWr11axyM/s320/IMG_7298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033795939075938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandparents joined our pre-Christmas party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2rPs0Or_IQ/TxN7iwBoyLI/AAAAAAAABVw/x3BGGS0rHsU/s1600/IMG_7293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2rPs0Or_IQ/TxN7iwBoyLI/AAAAAAAABVw/x3BGGS0rHsU/s320/IMG_7293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033790491347122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Precious family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2nr3DilkTQ/TxN7ir_CRaI/AAAAAAAABVo/gDVeTTuJ3mw/s1600/IMG_7285.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2nr3DilkTQ/TxN7ir_CRaI/AAAAAAAABVo/gDVeTTuJ3mw/s1600/IMG_7285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2nr3DilkTQ/TxN7ir_CRaI/AAAAAAAABVo/gDVeTTuJ3mw/s320/IMG_7285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033789406692770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7J3QUvixgc/TxN7Bnn-IxI/AAAAAAAABVA/rat-94iKPr8/s1600/DSCN0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7J3QUvixgc/TxN7Bnn-IxI/AAAAAAAABVA/rat-94iKPr8/s320/DSCN0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033221300527890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve dinner at Texas Roadhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R64rO0JdWrE/TxN7Bbzk9WI/AAAAAAAABUw/otOSoODX7AE/s1600/DSCN0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R64rO0JdWrE/TxN7Bbzk9WI/AAAAAAAABUw/otOSoODX7AE/s320/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033218127983970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKpairjkKfw/TxN7A52fVbI/AAAAAAAABUo/kYgBAFqE90s/s1600/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKpairjkKfw/TxN7A52fVbI/AAAAAAAABUo/kYgBAFqE90s/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033209013392818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8D8r6Su6A/TxN7AhuTXOI/AAAAAAAABUc/DeR-WmzDXTc/s1600/DSCN0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8D8r6Su6A/TxN7AhuTXOI/AAAAAAAABUc/DeR-WmzDXTc/s1600/DSCN0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8D8r6Su6A/TxN7AhuTXOI/AAAAAAAABUc/DeR-WmzDXTc/s320/DSCN0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033202536602850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDAo1Pj2d9s/TxN7C2BZN-I/AAAAAAAABVM/A5F5EICv0is/s1600/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDAo1Pj2d9s/TxN7C2BZN-I/AAAAAAAABVM/A5F5EICv0is/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698033242345125858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to wait for everyone to be awake and ready before we are allowed to go upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro8bYY60AUE/TxN78Ln7utI/AAAAAAAABWw/XHE3_jwZxds/s1600/IMG_7339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro8bYY60AUE/TxN78Ln7utI/AAAAAAAABWw/XHE3_jwZxds/s320/IMG_7339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034227396459218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvtJhepuQL0/TxN78uQpEmI/AAAAAAAABW4/igvId4JvWaI/s1600/IMG_7342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvtJhepuQL0/TxN78uQpEmI/AAAAAAAABW4/igvId4JvWaI/s320/IMG_7342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034236694008418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was more interested in sitting on the presents haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9DyaVlPWuI/TxN786Ne1oI/AAAAAAAABXI/qfO_fRzKL8E/s1600/IMG_7346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9DyaVlPWuI/TxN786Ne1oI/AAAAAAAABXI/qfO_fRzKL8E/s320/IMG_7346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034239901980290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my dad asked for for Christmas was money to fix up the boat. I think it's boring to just give money, so I turned the money &lt;i&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; a boat! :) I thought it was clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZcZm-evyb0/TxN9CUtkG5I/AAAAAAAABXU/WYfoum_7XZ4/s1600/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZcZm-evyb0/TxN9CUtkG5I/AAAAAAAABXU/WYfoum_7XZ4/s320/DSCN0955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698035432426838930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First picture of 2012. Don't judge haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyqVXOK9B4/TxN9CjeUquI/AAAAAAAABXg/5I0znGhnqZY/s1600/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyqVXOK9B4/TxN9CjeUquI/AAAAAAAABXg/5I0znGhnqZY/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698035436389444322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Typical Soup :) Happy New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53HK3fF0d2I/TxN9DK2jAtI/AAAAAAAABXs/u0Ka7ikrmbY/s1600/DSCN0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53HK3fF0d2I/TxN9DK2jAtI/AAAAAAAABXs/u0Ka7ikrmbY/s320/DSCN0959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698035446960030418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ywc1wyZAY/TxN9Dn9JrKI/AAAAAAAABYE/NP3mVzetnfE/s1600/DSCN0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ywc1wyZAY/TxN9Dn9JrKI/AAAAAAAABYE/NP3mVzetnfE/s320/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698035454772358306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyRtx7hWfDk/TxN9DZjRspI/AAAAAAAABX0/NphzSCR_uuc/s1600/DSCN0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyRtx7hWfDk/TxN9DZjRspI/AAAAAAAABX0/NphzSCR_uuc/s320/DSCN0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698035450905735826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love these boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFT3e0WhoXY/TxN9nk1t-uI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sPtgeGQtAZQ/s1600/DSCN0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFT3e0WhoXY/TxN9nk1t-uI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sPtgeGQtAZQ/s320/DSCN0972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698036072411167458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie got tickets to the Jazz game from her internship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiaFtt3uJCg/TxN9nopiLLI/AAAAAAAABYc/HUocQRsQ1pY/s1600/DSCN0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiaFtt3uJCg/TxN9nopiLLI/AAAAAAAABYc/HUocQRsQ1pY/s320/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698036073433803954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It was my first Jazz game ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsy3oy0rixY/TxN9otR0cFI/AAAAAAAABYo/hsdw-KSjtlo/s1600/DSCN0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsy3oy0rixY/TxN9otR0cFI/AAAAAAAABYo/hsdw-KSjtlo/s320/DSCN0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698036091856384082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we sat on the &lt;b&gt;11th&lt;/b&gt; row. That's right. It was legit! But now I don't know if I'll be able to go to another one. It won't be the same with crappier seats! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-191212424690056916?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/191212424690056916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=191212424690056916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/191212424690056916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/191212424690056916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/01/pic-update.html' title='Pic update'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEHIu4nyosM/TxN7iYk2vZI/AAAAAAAABVc/hiBmw8qRs8w/s72-c/IMG_7280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2321884147716025062</id><published>2012-01-09T20:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:10:57.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to stay positive these last few weeks. And was quite successful until Saturday when I realized the break was over and I had to go back to Logan. I had to go back to a place where even with a boyfriend I felt alone. A place that I've made some friends only to lose them due to marriages or dating someone. A place I complain about and yet still continue to attend school. A place where I've never really fit in because I've always left my heart in Salt Lake. Whether it was with a boy or just my family, it has always been there. But lately, I haven't felt like I fit in in Salt Lake either. I just feel so lost. I hang out with friends but don't feel like part of the group. I was with Trent for so long that it was just always the two of us. Sure we had our friend group that we'd hang out with on occasion. But most of the time, it was just us. And now that he's gone, I don't know what to do. Most of my friends are his friends. Some are the ones I don't feel apart of anymore. Some are all boys and moving on with their lives- dating and actually making new friends at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So where does that leave me? Where do I fit in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my last post was about not focusing on the future, but it's so hard when all people do is ask me what my plans are after graduation. I know I said graduating was a good enough plan for me, but it's not. I have no idea where my life is going and I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People tell me to be happy. To enjoy this last semester. To be outgoing and flirty and meet lots of people. But what is the point? I'll only be here for four more months and then I move back to Salt Lake. But do I become a loser and completely anti-social? Or risk meeting wonderful people only to make it harder in four months? Then what happens after I graduate? I thought I had it planned out perfectly. Graduate and get married and start a whole new chapter in my life. Now I'm only graduating. So I'll move back home with my parents, because I won't be able to afford an apartment. And then I'll start working. And that will be my life. A college graduate, living at home, working every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, I'm scared of that life. As exciting as it will be to graduate, it will still be a big change to have a job and be done with school. And I'm scared of change. At least with the marriage option, I wouldn't be alone to deal with the change. So I guess it all goes back to being alone. Feeling like I don't fit in. And it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm being more dramatic than I need to be. I know things will work out. That I really don't need to plan out my life. That I do still have a lot of friends that I fit in with. It's just hard to not feel alone after losing my best friend. Losing that one person that was always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I just had to get my feelings out somehow before my mind exploded. So sorry for all the emotional crap I just threw out there. I just needed to vent a little..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-2321884147716025062?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2321884147716025062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2321884147716025062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2321884147716025062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2321884147716025062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/01/fitting-in.html' title='Fitting In'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2449577726687071093</id><published>2012-01-03T18:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:32:38.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two zero one two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what to expect in this new year. You can never plan on anything. So I'm just going to live one day at a time and see what life hands me. I've spent too much time lately planning out my future that I've forgotten to concentrate on what's happening now. And since the future I was planning is now gone, I really can stop focusing on my future. All I know is that I'm going to graduate in four months and then start living life as a real adult. And that's a good enough plan for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 ended on a very different note than I had expected. But luckily I have so many great people in my life that have helped me stay positive through everything. I had a great Christmas with my family and enjoyed catching up with some old friends. And although it didn't end how I wanted it to, I wouldn't regret anything that happened last year. It was a great year filled with so many memories that I will never forget. I've learned and grown a lot because of everything I went through.  So yes. It was a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I look forward to see what 2012 has in store for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3247067854221358828-2449577726687071093?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2449577726687071093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2449577726687071093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2449577726687071093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2449577726687071093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-zero-one-two.html' title='two zero one two'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-8765842080720943644</id><published>2011-12-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:06:12.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have lost a lot of things in the past couple of days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My appetite which has led to losing at least 5 pounds.&amp;nbsp;A lot of sleep.&amp;nbsp;A lot of tears.&amp;nbsp;A family I thought I'd be a part of.&amp;nbsp;All of these things I've lost because I lost my best friend..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost Trent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trent and I broke up Monday night. It's been a big shock to everyone, and especially to me. A week ago, I had my life planned out with a boy I loved. Now, all I have in my future is graduation and a whole lot of guess work. And I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even feel like I can begin to explain how it happened. It was so sudden. One little error of communication on Thursday lead to a horrible weekend filled with both of us taking a step back and analyzing our relationship. We had both come to the realization that maybe we weren't right for each other. And then Monday night, we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;We ended things on a good note. It was mutual. We both felt the same way. But that doesn't make it any easier. I try to tell myself it's for the best. It was the right thing to do. That my Heavenly Father has another plan for me. But then I remember that all the plans Trent and I had together are never going to happen. That he is out of my life. That I can't text or call him throughout my day to tell him random little things. That we won't stay up till three in the morning when I become loopy and crazy and we laugh so hard. That I'll never be held or kissed by him again. That I won't be apart of his wonderful family. And I lose it. I break down. And it becomes almost impossible to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can at least be grateful for is that I'm home and can be with my family during this. The family that let's me cry in their arms and tells me things will be ok but that it's alright to be sad right now. The family that brings me a frosty in the middle of the night to comfort me. As hard of a time I've been having, it would've been worse if it weren't for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things will get better. I've had a broken heart before and it has healed so I know it can and will be healed again. That it just takes time. But it's so hard when what I want is not what is right for me. When I love someone so much but have to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye Trent. Thanks for everything you've done for me these past six months. I wish you the best of luck in everything you do, cause you deserve the best. You deserve to be happy. You are such a great guy and I will miss you terribly..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-8765842080720943644?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/8765842080720943644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=8765842080720943644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8765842080720943644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8765842080720943644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6178013857528945641</id><published>2011-12-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:06:46.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of finals week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TFjLMrI5hZI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-6178013857528945641?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6178013857528945641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6178013857528945641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6178013857528945641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6178013857528945641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-honor-of-finals-week.html' title='In honor of finals week..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TFjLMrI5hZI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3518662180810687455</id><published>2011-12-10T19:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:15:43.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I have three finals standing in my way of Christmas break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've already gotten most of my Christmas shopping done. Which is a miracle. Normally I'm rushing at the last minute to buy presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I can't decide if I want to change my hair or not, or what I'd do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Forgiveness is a truly remarkable thing. I've made many mistakes in my life.  Said things without thinking first and caused pain to others. And it's wonderful to have friends that can forgive me and accept me even with my mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm too much of a people pleaser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*If someone hurts my feelings, they &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; feel sorry about it. And I need to not feel bad when they do. Cause somehow I end up apologizing instead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My senior year has been nothing like I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*School costs too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*If you're having problems with someone, talk to them. Don't talk through other people. It gets very uncomfortable to be in the middle of a personal fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I miss dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I am truly so blessed to have the family I do. Not even just immediate, but extended family as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Girls can be so cruel to other girls. Which is probably why I hardly have any girl friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*In about five months I'll have to really grow up and start living a grown up's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm obsessed with sweetarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I have a hard time dealing with change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I am grateful for the trials I have had in my life. I have learned a lot from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I love reading books and watching TV/movies because I can escape my life for a while and live through someone else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*This is the fourth weekend I've stayed in Logan this semester, and the second spent without Trent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I am so excited for Christmas. I just love this time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3518662180810687455?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3518662180810687455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3518662180810687455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3518662180810687455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3518662180810687455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-12870115177777329</id><published>2011-12-01T18:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:29:19.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..that's my excuse this time for why I haven't written a post in ages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone starting to see a pattern? I apologize for my absence. Promise to post more often. Then apologize when that doesn't happen.. and it just keeps repeating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post when I post. That's it. I won't make any promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I can't believe it's already December. Where does time go? I still feel like yesterday was the last day of summer and I was dreading going back to school. And now the semester will be over in a few weeks. I'm still in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving break was wonderful! It was so nice to go home and relax all week and not worry about any school work I had to do. I got to do my favorite thing: spend time with Trent and my family. Of course, Thanksgiving break is evil in a way. You get a nice taste of how nice it is to be home for the holidays and then all of a sudden it's over. You're back at school. And have all the last minute projects, papers, and finals to worry about. What? How am I supposed to focus?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've already clocked out this semester. It didn't help that I had the flu the past two days. Yeah, that was horrible. So I missed school and felt miserable and lost any motivation I had for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing this post proves my lack of motivation. It's amazing what you can find the time to do when you're avoiding any type of school work. I should be finishing a big ethics essay I have due tomorrow. Not to mention the three quizzes or studying for a test. But I just can't get myself to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And along the lines of finding anything but studying to do, I've distracted myself with a book. Not the book that I should be reading so I can finally finish the series after what, three years (Work and the Glory), and not the book that I've read countless times (Harry Potter) but the Hunger Games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have read these books before, a year ago, when a friend talked me into it. I kept telling her I would read them when I finished Work and the Glory. But luckily she knows me so well and knew that couldn't happen- obviously since it's a year later and I STILL haven't finished them.. So anyways, she made me some CD's of the book so I could start to listen to it during my many drives to and from Logan, and I became hooked. I listened to all three books in the series in a very short amount of time. I still remember wasting so much time lying on my bed listening to these books when I should've been doing homework. And things haven't changed now. I found the CD's in my car on my last trip back up to Logan and decided to put them in again in honor of the movie that is coming out next year. And I was hooked just like last year. And once again I find myself avoiding any homework by lying on my bed just listening to this interesting story Suzanne Collins came up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OgssLmsOa2s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously folks, if you haven't read The Hunger Games series, I suggest you get on it. Especially before the movie comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-12870115177777329?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/12870115177777329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=12870115177777329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/12870115177777329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/12870115177777329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/12/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OgssLmsOa2s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-735065920360785270</id><published>2011-11-09T20:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:42:40.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some reasons why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I got a 95 on my advanced accounting test that I thought I had failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I have become a much better student than the last three years which will keep graduating in May possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*There is two weeks until Thanksgiving break and then two and a half after that until Christmas break. Which means I can go home and be with my family and Trent for longer than three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm close to being able to say I only have ONE semester of school left. EVER. And will be registering for the last time for that last semester next Monday. Crazy right? I still can't believe it.. but I'm STOKED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Christmas season is on its way which makes everything happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I have the best family in the world. Not to mention the cutest nieces and nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the biggest reason of all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I have a wonderful boyfriend that I'm completely in love with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-735065920360785270?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/735065920360785270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=735065920360785270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/735065920360785270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/735065920360785270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-829906562965196895</id><published>2011-10-31T18:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:23:21.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy Busy Busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are some pictures from my Halloween festivities that I've been up to the past couple of weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diJW3OOgBf8/Tq9EcXji_WI/AAAAAAAABSE/DtagWw-d1vc/s1600/DSCN0831.JPG" style="text-align: left; 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height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all had some Halloween fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-829906562965196895?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/829906562965196895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=829906562965196895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/829906562965196895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/829906562965196895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diJW3OOgBf8/Tq9EcXji_WI/AAAAAAAABSE/DtagWw-d1vc/s72-c/DSCN0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3264346655745211571</id><published>2011-10-18T22:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:49:54.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only God can turn a &lt;b&gt;MESS&lt;/b&gt; into a &lt;b&gt;message&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a &lt;b&gt;TEST&lt;/b&gt; into a &lt;b&gt;testimony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a &lt;b&gt;TRIAL&lt;/b&gt; into &lt;b&gt;triumph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a&lt;b&gt; VICTIM &lt;/b&gt;into a&lt;b&gt; victory&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/3247067854221358828-3264346655745211571?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3264346655745211571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3264346655745211571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3264346655745211571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3264346655745211571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-8833449050827855188</id><published>2011-09-24T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:43:57.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trelsie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..is what our friends have decided to call us. Because apparently when you start dating someone, you no longer have your own identity. You become one. And &lt;i&gt;heaven forbid&lt;/i&gt; you go anywhere without the other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this post was only going to be a brief update to tell a little about my boyfriend since he is a big part of my life, but it has turned into a full account of our relationship (mostly for journal purposes) so it's going to be very long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trent and I met almost three years ago come December and became instant friends. He had been dating someone at the time but soon after broke up with her. I had a little crush on him but figured he just got out of a relationship and would be going on a mission in a couple months so nothing would happen. I was fine with being friends. For a while anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Valentine's Day and all our friends decided to go to dinner since we were all single. After dinner we went to Trent's house to watch a movie, and it was then that I decided I really liked him. I remember wanting to cuddle with him that night, but we didn't end up sitting by each other. We (me and my friend Lexi) kept thinking of ways to get him to fit on the couch with us and I believe he ended up lying over top of us.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, Sunday, I was at Lexi's house and I had finally told her I really liked Trent, but I was conflicted with knowing he was leaving on his mission in two months. I'm pretty sure I told her not to tell anyone but either way she ended up telling Trent's friend Matt. So naturally Matt told Trent. This all happened when we were all at Lexi's together. So I saw Lexi and Matt talking. Saw Matt freak out and tell Trent he had to talk to him. And watched them walk out of the room. So I knew &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what had happened and I started freaking out. Now I can't fully recall what happened after that, I just know I didn't talk to Trent about it. It was like this big secret still even though we all knew that everyone knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day came around and we all hung out before Lexi and I had to go back to Logan (it was President's Day). As we were saying bye to everyone about to get into the car, somehow it got discussed that Trent and John (another friend) should come up to visit us in Logan. So two days later, they came up. We hung out all night touring campus a bit, eating dinner, playing with the "Harry Potter" bookshelves in the library, etc. When it was getting late, we decided to watch a movie before we went to bed. So we watched the Dark Knight. And I was &lt;b&gt;stoked&lt;/b&gt; to cuddle with Trent. I figured it &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to happen tonight since now he knew I liked him and all.. So I waited.. and waited.. we were sitting right next to each other.. my hand was on my leg.. all he had to do was grab it.. then all of a sudden: movie over. &lt;i&gt;What?! &lt;/i&gt;Credits come on the screen and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; he holds my hand.. yeah great timing right? But it was enough. I was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dated for two months before he left on his mission. It was hard to say goodbye to him but I went into the relationship already knowing it would end in two months, so I was ready for it. I wrote him every week for six months, whether it was a letter or an e-mail, it was every week. But then life happened and I met someone. Now, Trent and I had planned before he left that I would continue to date, that I wasn't "waiting" for him. We knew we hadn't dated that long and two years is a long time. People change. So we left with no expectations. But it still became awkward, especially since I only dated Landon for four months. So Trent still had another year left on his mission. But I didn't want it to seem that I'd just go right back to him if I wasn't dating anyone.. So we still wrote every once in a while, and I continued to date other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then April (2011) came around and I started getting nervous. Trent was coming home. I had no idea what to expect. My mind was going crazy with all the thoughts I had. &lt;i&gt;Would we still be friends? Does he want to start dating again? Do I want to start dating again? Do I go see him the day he gets back? Does that look like I want to pick up where we left off? I don't know anyone going to see him, do I go by myself? Is it going to be awkward? Do I wait to see him at his homecoming? What would he think about that? How do I get a hold of him to see him? Will he try to contact me? I should be the one to make the first move right? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do I do?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were probably a&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;lot more thoughts, but you get the idea- I was freaking out. And I finally decided I would go the next day (he got home on a Friday, so I'd go over on Saturday). That way I didn't seem too forward, but I still showed that I cared and wanted to see him. And I ended up getting in touch with our friend Robbie who said he'd go with me so I didn't have to go alone. So I had a girls night Friday night to get my mind off of everything. When I got home, I got on the computer to briefly check my e-mail and facebook and had a heart attack. Trent sent me a message on fb and was online to chat! Holy goodness. I couldn't help myself.. I had to say hi.. So our first conversation with him back was over facebook chat. Sad I know. But at least we were able to communicate that Robbie and I would go see him the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the next morning, I picked Robbie up and then called Trent (yes our second convo was over the phone, apparently we like to build up to talking face to face..) and ended up meeting up with him and his whole family over on Fort Union in a parking lot. (They were out shopping for clothes and things for him.) So I'm on the phone with him trying to find him and see him across the parking lot.. talk about a long walk to first see a boy you haven't seen in two years and don't know where you stand with him. But it was fine. He looked good and it wasn't awkward. We just tagged along with him and his family shopping for a bit just talking and somewhat catching up. It was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next couple of weeks we talked a lot and hung out quite a bit. It seemed like we were just jumping right back in to things. But then all of a sudden it stopped. Nothing was discussed between us. We just stopped talking and hanging out. It was like we both had the thought we were moving too fast and that he needed to date other people. So we saw each other only at times where all of our friends got together. Anytime I was away from him, I'd convince myself it was good we weren't together. That he needed to date around especially since I had done that for the last two years. But anytime I saw him, I couldn't help but just want to be with him. It was hard. Especially around the time that he had taken a girl out a couple times and &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; kept asking him if they were dating. I did not like that. Not one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then on June 22, everything changed. I don't know what it was. I don't know why then. But from that day on, we hung out every day. And I mean &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; day (we went almost eight straight weeks of seeing each other every day). Four days later we finally talked about what we wanted to do. And after some discussion, we decided we both liked each other so we might as well try it out again. We then kissed and have been dating ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a great three months so far. We've spent &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of time together and it's been great. We went on many dates and got lots of snowies. We went house shopping.. ok, that's a lie, we just went to the Parade of Homes with his family. We went to Lagoon a couple times. We've gone on one road trip down to St George to see Grease at Tuacahn which was a blast. And now we're trying to do the whole long distance relationship, which sucks, but it's been fine. We have no choice but to live with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that is the story of Trelsie. It's sad it's as long as it is cause I could have included a lot more. But it's detailed enough to give you an idea of our relationship. So now you can just enjoy some pics :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the mish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtpQcK7YV0/TnZYYgCWGTI/AAAAAAAABRE/4DuEBjHACOM/s1600/Vday%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtpQcK7YV0/TnZYYgCWGTI/AAAAAAAABRE/4DuEBjHACOM/s320/Vday%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653803560150112562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V-day at Olive Garden-where it all began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0N4cybRw2A/Tnqo-P8mgaI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZBiisrO4Y6s/s1600/A%2Bis%2Bfor%2Bawkward.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0N4cybRw2A/Tnqo-P8mgaI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZBiisrO4Y6s/s320/A%2Bis%2Bfor%2Bawkward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655018069503148450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First visit to Logan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss4Rs9KYZeg/Tnqo-YN6nmI/AAAAAAAABRc/w6oHPFRNzYQ/s1600/Trent%2Band%2BI.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss4Rs9KYZeg/Tnqo-YN6nmI/AAAAAAAABRc/w6oHPFRNzYQ/s320/Trent%2Band%2BI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655018071723253346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JCovlrcfYI/Tm6oS9UI8EI/AAAAAAAABQ8/3nPzWy_PPmY/s1600/Me%2Band%2BTrent.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JCovlrcfYI/Tm6oS9UI8EI/AAAAAAAABQ8/3nPzWy_PPmY/s320/Me%2Band%2BTrent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651639626046697538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NxCfRZiqKQ/Tm6oSRQiRFI/AAAAAAAABQs/dA-bi1CHkI0/s1600/DSCN0390.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NxCfRZiqKQ/Tm6oSRQiRFI/AAAAAAAABQs/dA-bi1CHkI0/s320/DSCN0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651639614220420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th of July- first actual date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQsqdX1cfvA/Tm6oSFHOQJI/AAAAAAAABQc/-E3J0RQWMWQ/s1600/DSCN0242.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQsqdX1cfvA/Tm6oSFHOQJI/AAAAAAAABQc/-E3J0RQWMWQ/s320/DSCN0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651639610960134290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLEp4DISSZY/Tm6oSqNlCoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VA-p8NWsZdo/s1600/DSCN0430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLEp4DISSZY/Tm6oSqNlCoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VA-p8NWsZdo/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651639620918905474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I have taught him well.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFkHJi-NP18/Tm6oSI9NLJI/AAAAAAAABQk/_ZVkFfDRr2o/s1600/Modeling%2B6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFkHJi-NP18/Tm6oSI9NLJI/AAAAAAAABQk/_ZVkFfDRr2o/s320/Modeling%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651639611991862418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day of the convo and second first kiss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which also happened to be Matt's homecoming day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLRfclWN45s/TmWeUsdfhmI/AAAAAAAABPc/OQG1hMZRGW4/s1600/DSCN0470.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLRfclWN45s/TmWeUsdfhmI/AAAAAAAABPc/OQG1hMZRGW4/s320/DSCN0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095385975588450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had mini smores that we roasted over that candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5uyI6_ueps/TmWf2wvVxJI/AAAAAAAABQU/N5sW-GCDAY8/s1600/DSCN0775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5uyI6_ueps/TmWf2wvVxJI/AAAAAAAABQU/N5sW-GCDAY8/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649097070751368338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First road trip to St Geezy to see Grease!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoFNbXWlUcg/TmWf2tYEkDI/AAAAAAAABQM/iiv2l5pxH4w/s1600/DSCN0771.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoFNbXWlUcg/TmWf2tYEkDI/AAAAAAAABQM/iiv2l5pxH4w/s320/DSCN0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649097069848465458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of Sunny D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpVWrWt_2WE/TmWf2fxbQXI/AAAAAAAABQE/iw6by98jYgw/s1600/DSCN0768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpVWrWt_2WE/TmWf2fxbQXI/AAAAAAAABQE/iw6by98jYgw/s320/DSCN0768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649097066196713842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wneml9zFGDw/TmWf2KuipXI/AAAAAAAABP8/5AXBtBtAdpI/s1600/DSCN0529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wneml9zFGDw/TmWf2KuipXI/AAAAAAAABP8/5AXBtBtAdpI/s320/DSCN0529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649097060547470706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Outdoor movie at the Capitol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LojVTzUPUzk/TmWeVfTWemI/AAAAAAAABPs/E0ulAm0qIf4/s1600/DSCN0518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LojVTzUPUzk/TmWeVfTWemI/AAAAAAAABPs/E0ulAm0qIf4/s320/DSCN0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095399623260770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb7eN4WOdbI/TnqevFQK3bI/AAAAAAAABRM/NXFH0BiU0YY/s1600/Nick%2527s%2BHomecoming%2B5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb7eN4WOdbI/TnqevFQK3bI/AAAAAAAABRM/NXFH0BiU0YY/s320/Nick%2527s%2BHomecoming%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655006813818117554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At his ex-girlfriend's wedding.. yes, the ex he was dating when I first met him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(She did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; like me back then.. but once Trent left on his mission, we became great friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-8833449050827855188?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/8833449050827855188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=8833449050827855188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8833449050827855188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8833449050827855188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/09/trelsie.html' title='Trelsie..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtpQcK7YV0/TnZYYgCWGTI/AAAAAAAABRE/4DuEBjHACOM/s72-c/Vday%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5503160244195804574</id><published>2011-09-07T08:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:49:22.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>What if you woke up &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt; with only the things that you thanked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-5503160244195804574?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/5503160244195804574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=5503160244195804574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5503160244195804574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5503160244195804574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-7477791589499415784</id><published>2011-09-06T18:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:18:18.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still haven't gotten all the pics from my siblings-who took more pictures than I did- but here are some that I do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crew! minus Nate, Marcie and Braylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_wkI8QDGsU/TmWTTB_2ywI/AAAAAAAABOc/iCv_1gBqpxE/s1600/136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_wkI8QDGsU/TmWTTB_2ywI/AAAAAAAABOc/iCv_1gBqpxE/s320/136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083262769220354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoyin our favorite seats on the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsO0XowvFLQ/TmWT1CSkS3I/AAAAAAAABPE/9-UqlAxSdsk/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252823%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsO0XowvFLQ/TmWT1CSkS3I/AAAAAAAABPE/9-UqlAxSdsk/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252823%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083846963252082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrJfq14tm_Q/TmWOSQh4N3I/AAAAAAAABNM/N9qk_keD1B4/s1600/DSCN0659.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrJfq14tm_Q/TmWOSQh4N3I/AAAAAAAABNM/N9qk_keD1B4/s320/DSCN0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649077751932008306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havin some fun while gettin clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7BMuNNcZY/TmWT0u3etlI/AAAAAAAABO0/nIjkDAXFjPw/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252815%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7BMuNNcZY/TmWT0u3etlI/AAAAAAAABO0/nIjkDAXFjPw/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252815%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083841749366354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Proof that I can wakeboard! And if you were to look very close, you could see I'm SMILING! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pf_HhoZclJk/TmWTTVPI9PI/AAAAAAAABOs/q74bhI0TDOk/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%25283%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pf_HhoZclJk/TmWTTVPI9PI/AAAAAAAABOs/q74bhI0TDOk/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%25283%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pf_HhoZclJk/TmWTTVPI9PI/AAAAAAAABOs/q74bhI0TDOk/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083267933598962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing at the boys.. We saw a couple full moons.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTJcuvA9hi8/TmWTTC1p3lI/AAAAAAAABOk/rZxC_NjQYtA/s1600/144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTJcuvA9hi8/TmWTTC1p3lI/AAAAAAAABOk/rZxC_NjQYtA/s1600/144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTJcuvA9hi8/TmWTTC1p3lI/AAAAAAAABOk/rZxC_NjQYtA/s320/144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083262994865746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ5yYPttt5g/TmWTS9wvBlI/AAAAAAAABOU/xCXqQ8H2nB8/s1600/131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ5yYPttt5g/TmWTS9wvBlI/AAAAAAAABOU/xCXqQ8H2nB8/s320/131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083261632054866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bed time. We'll never get the rooms.. even when we're married. The curse of being the youngest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSytSAR8yX8/TmWTSQtVLyI/AAAAAAAABOM/MS9zMeacTh0/s1600/114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSytSAR8yX8/TmWTSQtVLyI/AAAAAAAABOM/MS9zMeacTh0/s1600/114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSytSAR8yX8/TmWTSQtVLyI/AAAAAAAABOM/MS9zMeacTh0/s320/114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083249538182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha.. I probably shouldn't post this picture.. but it's typical me: reading a book eating sunflower seeds. I just got a little creative so I didn't have to hold the cup.. :) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gGUzWRLRsU/TmWT01TVZyI/AAAAAAAABO8/PeXSueU1UEQ/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252817%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gGUzWRLRsU/TmWT01TVZyI/AAAAAAAABO8/PeXSueU1UEQ/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B08-11%2B%252817%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083843476809506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jumpin for joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubP1Y6mRFmA/TmWRL6U1NkI/AAAAAAAABN0/VmP4mUt27ys/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubP1Y6mRFmA/TmWRL6U1NkI/AAAAAAAABN0/VmP4mUt27ys/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649080941427373634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantell and I could be twins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpvlSzKu8l0/TmWOSQNlkhI/AAAAAAAABNU/ABsAe0KxO8o/s1600/DSCN0722.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpvlSzKu8l0/TmWOSQNlkhI/AAAAAAAABNU/ABsAe0KxO8o/s320/DSCN0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649077751846900242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;..which isn't good for Jarem.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbDdh401_ss/TmWRL6KhsVI/AAAAAAAABN8/6uPTphwxpFs/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2B5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbDdh401_ss/TmWRL6KhsVI/AAAAAAAABN8/6uPTphwxpFs/s320/Lake%2BPowell%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649080941384151378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo happy he got to go! Isn't he the cutest?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK0PTshK_2U/TmWORhBwp2I/AAAAAAAABM8/gto3r9mu_2I/s1600/DSCN0614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK0PTshK_2U/TmWORhBwp2I/AAAAAAAABM8/gto3r9mu_2I/s320/DSCN0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649077739180828514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tubin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIpAjwvyC_I/TmWORZOxYBI/AAAAAAAABM0/ji6ZeCGvm3Y/s1600/DSCN0594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIpAjwvyC_I/TmWORZOxYBI/AAAAAAAABM0/ji6ZeCGvm3Y/s1600/DSCN0594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIpAjwvyC_I/TmWORZOxYBI/AAAAAAAABM0/ji6ZeCGvm3Y/s320/DSCN0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649077737087918098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing sunsets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgnHpmYZz4k/TmWOR38kANI/AAAAAAAABNE/yXA_91FAZZE/s1600/DSCN0641.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgnHpmYZz4k/TmWOR38kANI/AAAAAAAABNE/yXA_91FAZZE/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649077745333043410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xr8-s9HdQVw/TmWRLUgDEfI/AAAAAAAABNc/D7swvh009y4/s1600/DSCN0724.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xr8-s9HdQVw/TmWRLUgDEfI/AAAAAAAABNc/D7swvh009y4/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649080931273871858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-7477791589499415784?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7477791589499415784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7477791589499415784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7477791589499415784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7477791589499415784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/09/pictures-are-worth-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures are worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_wkI8QDGsU/TmWTTB_2ywI/AAAAAAAABOc/iCv_1gBqpxE/s72-c/136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4010066407316469125</id><published>2011-09-05T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:57:28.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is crazy. I don't feel like I've had even one second of free time to just relax by myself. I had one last week of summer after Lake Powell and I spent almost every second of it with Trent which was wonderful. But it went by way too fast and I was NOT ready for summer to end and school to start. I didn't pack and move up until Sunday night. I didn't even have any paper on the first day of class. Talk about way unprepared. And now I've gone through the first week of school and already feel WAY overloaded with homework and things to do. It's going to be one rough semester and I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; excited. I am going to have &lt;i&gt;zero&lt;/i&gt; social life. Which really won't be a big deal because my best friend is mad at me and might not even be my friend anymore and I have a boyfriend so it looks like it'll be perfectly fine to study all night every night. But even with no social life to distract me, I am still overwhelmed with how much I'm going to have to do this semester. It's going to suck. I just really cannot wait to be done with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways, I'll try not to talk about how much I hate school.. so I'll tell you about my weekend. I spent it up at Bear Lake with my family. It's a tradition my family has had ever since I can remember. Every Labor Day weekend we go up with two other families that my parents have been friends with since they were first married. I hadn't been in at least four years and figured it was time to go again and I forgot how much I love that place and how many childhood memories come from it. So it was fun being up there again. Even though I just felt like the odd one out the whole weekend. It was either all couples or little kids. Even my little sister had her boyfriend there. Talk about sucky. Cause my boyfriend is currently on a cruise with his family. So not only was he not there with me, but I couldn't even talk to him. But I still had a great time. It's always a good time when I'm with family. But now I'm back in Logan. Back to reality and homework. And as much as I want to keep writing and telling about my life and how wonderful the non-school part is (Trent..) I don't have time. I need to go do some reading so I can stay on top of the discussions in each class. So hopefully I'll be back sooner than later. And I still haven't forgotten the Lake Powell pictures I promised.. I will get to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, I just want to wish a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the best mother in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4010066407316469125?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4010066407316469125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4010066407316469125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4010066407316469125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4010066407316469125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/09/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4400190254503044483</id><published>2011-08-22T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:55:10.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milne Family Vaca: Lake Powell!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are hardly any words to describe my love for Lake Powell. It has been a family tradition every year since I can remember. Even though I've only been able to go consecutively for the last couple of years. It all started out with my mom's family. They bought into a houseboat and each sibling was allowed to bring two kids every year. Since I have four older siblings, I didn't get to go as often. But just recently, my own family has decided to start the tradition for ourselves. So we bought into a way nicer houseboat and now once a year my family vacation will always be Lake Powell. I could not be happier. It's so nice to just relax all week on a lake. I live in a swimsuit. I can swim whenever I want. I get to go boating everyday. I get tan. And I get to spend a week with my family. It's wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year we ran into a few problems. Our houseboat broke down so we weren't able to take it out of the slip which was a big bummer. But luckily we made the best of it and it wasn't too bad. I was just happy to finally take a vacation. And what a great vacation it was! I didn't get burnt. I finally gave wakeboarding another try and was surprised that I didn't hate it like I thought. I also decided to go all out and try the sky ski as well. It took a long time but I finally got up for a few seconds. It definitely didn't come as easy as wakeboarding did. I tubed lots which is my favorite part about boating. We cliff jumped. We watched lots of movies and played cards. I read some and laughed a ton. I won't go into great detail about my week. I'd be here forever if I did. So I'll just share some pictures when I have more time to look through them and get some from my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4400190254503044483?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4400190254503044483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4400190254503044483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4400190254503044483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4400190254503044483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/08/milne-family-vaca-lake-powell.html' title='Milne Family Vaca: Lake Powell!!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3920610709243468839</id><published>2011-08-05T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:29:37.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time sure does fly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is coming to an end. I can't believe it. I had so many expectations for this summer and it hasn't met really any of them. But that's not a bad thing. I couldn't be happier with how things have played out. It just proves you can never know what is in store for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't want it to end. I'm not looking forward to going back up to school. Even though it is my last year and I'm stoked to get it over with, it's going to be a very stressful and hard couple of months. If only I could fast forward to next May when it will all be over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all I can do for now is enjoy these last couple of weeks I have left before I move once again, and for the last time, up to Logan. Hopefully I'll have some epic end of summer happenings to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sorry for my absence lately. I figure I've got to spend as much time as I can with certain people here in Salt Lake before I move. So I don't spend much time on my computer like I have in the past. But just know that life is great and I'm enjoying every moment of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all are having as good of time as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3920610709243468839?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3920610709243468839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3920610709243468839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3920610709243468839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3920610709243468839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-sure-does-fly.html' title='Time sure does fly..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-8744268634997664566</id><published>2011-07-18T15:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:19:57.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I solemnly swear I am up to no good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter is over. I don't know what to do with myself now. I was sad when the books ended, but was comforted by the fact that I had the movies to look forward to. And now the movies have ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more Harry Potter to look forward to! What a sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a great time preparing for the final movie though. My friend Natalie put on a marathon over two days. She even made a bunch of HP treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnntHFdhGOE/TiSoYwQfweI/AAAAAAAABMs/jbHChSKK4AU/s1600/DSCN0413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnntHFdhGOE/TiSoYwQfweI/AAAAAAAABMs/jbHChSKK4AU/s200/DSCN0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810577344381410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tx5mMaeO1FM/TiSoYg5-o2I/AAAAAAAABMk/PDrO_CNnUog/s1600/DSCN0412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tx5mMaeO1FM/TiSoYg5-o2I/AAAAAAAABMk/PDrO_CNnUog/s200/DSCN0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810573223404386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q37LbCckxKk/TiSoYXJbfCI/AAAAAAAABMc/QjE8nyUrOZM/s1600/DSCN0411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q37LbCckxKk/TiSoYXJbfCI/AAAAAAAABMc/QjE8nyUrOZM/s200/DSCN0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810570603854882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9jwG3CkV9c/TiSoYIuuWJI/AAAAAAAABMU/9xXgjdvJAq0/s1600/DSCN0410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9jwG3CkV9c/TiSoYIuuWJI/AAAAAAAABMU/9xXgjdvJAq0/s200/DSCN0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810566733748370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gF0DwHlk8E/TiSoXoq8mxI/AAAAAAAABMM/f95lHG8aj7s/s1600/DSCN0409.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gF0DwHlk8E/TiSoXoq8mxI/AAAAAAAABMM/f95lHG8aj7s/s200/DSCN0409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810558127971090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They were all very yummy! And made the marathon all the more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then the night of the premiere came and I was stoked. I was lucky enough to borrow some sweet costumes from my brother-in-laws' step-dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwIZEUwkl8Y/TiSn1yRQOXI/AAAAAAAABLk/LN26a7oHyYg/s1600/DSCN0430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwIZEUwkl8Y/TiSn1yRQOXI/AAAAAAAABLk/LN26a7oHyYg/s400/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809976589007218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAm7ypgg7Lk/TiSn2VYC_rI/AAAAAAAABLs/Z0QF7-y_J3A/s1600/DSCN0428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAm7ypgg7Lk/TiSn2VYC_rI/AAAAAAAABLs/Z0QF7-y_J3A/s400/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809986012741298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUf6BxcgbG4/TiSnGUK7QdI/AAAAAAAABLc/avepkApX7ZU/s1600/DSCN0433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUf6BxcgbG4/TiSnGUK7QdI/AAAAAAAABLc/avepkApX7ZU/s400/DSCN0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809161055551954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ywXc2xD2ew/TiSnEiHmxgI/AAAAAAAABLE/54z9PYRi7iI/s1600/DSCN0437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ywXc2xD2ew/TiSnEiHmxgI/AAAAAAAABLE/54z9PYRi7iI/s400/DSCN0437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809130439984642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Only 4 out of 12 decided to dress up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cu2KUsfuMgU/TiSnEeBvFcI/AAAAAAAABK8/fOIpYQe6MuI/s1600/DSCN0444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cu2KUsfuMgU/TiSnEeBvFcI/AAAAAAAABK8/fOIpYQe6MuI/s400/DSCN0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809129341621698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Rylee and I always have to take a pic with our 3D glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My nieces and nephews couldn't pass up the chance to try on the costumes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BRY2RJhpRA/TiSn3eJgMkI/AAAAAAAABME/9I6kG__EfQk/s1600/DSCN0403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BRY2RJhpRA/TiSn3eJgMkI/AAAAAAAABME/9I6kG__EfQk/s400/DSCN0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630810005547528770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26xvatnKxhs/TiSn2-vsoBI/AAAAAAAABL8/2A9ZsvgOhb4/s1600/DSCN0406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26xvatnKxhs/TiSn2-vsoBI/AAAAAAAABL8/2A9ZsvgOhb4/s400/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809997117792274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2rb8Myqdtg/TiSn2oGHxzI/AAAAAAAABL0/REWevf6zyUM/s1600/DSCN0407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2rb8Myqdtg/TiSn2oGHxzI/AAAAAAAABL0/REWevf6zyUM/s400/DSCN0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630809991037830962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cute huh? haha it was so fun to watch them dress up and get excited to show everyone. I'm glad I'm such a good influence on them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ok, now I bet you're all wondering what I thought about the movie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have to be honest and say I didn't love it. It was good, but I was disappointed with the ending. I tried preparing myself for it, because from the trailer I knew it wasn't going to be like the book, but it didn't do any good. I was still bugged. I mean, my &lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt; part of the book wasn't shown right! So I guess you could say I really liked it up until the very end. But that's just my opinion. I think anyone who hasn't read the books, or isn't as obsessed as I am- especially about the ending, will really love it. Cause if I put the book aside, it really is a good movie. I just wish they would've stayed a little closer to the book at the end.. But oh well. Nothing I can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But now what? Do I move on from Harry Potter? Close that chapter of my life and move onto something else? Find another series to get into? Or stay strong and re-read all the books for the 4th time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm thinking the latter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mischief managed.&lt;/b&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/3247067854221358828-8744268634997664566?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/8744268634997664566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=8744268634997664566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8744268634997664566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8744268634997664566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-solemnly-swear-i-am-up-to-no-good.html' title='I solemnly swear I am up to no good'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnntHFdhGOE/TiSoYwQfweI/AAAAAAAABMs/jbHChSKK4AU/s72-c/DSCN0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2303367099148178231</id><published>2011-07-05T11:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:28:26.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We R Who We R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for my absence lately. I've actually been out doing stuff instead of sitting on my computer all day long. It's kind of amazing. I go days without getting on my computer now. Be proud of me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I barely even have time today, but I wanted to get on and do a little recap of my life in the past couple weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I had another good friend come home from his mission- Matthew Nielson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iwVYZGf2mE/Tg4K-ciPO4I/AAAAAAAABIU/VMyfT_Hqyio/s1600/Modeling%2B7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iwVYZGf2mE/Tg4K-ciPO4I/AAAAAAAABIU/VMyfT_Hqyio/s400/Modeling%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624445052560292738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Had a couple modeling shoots.. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MhgU-ig19o/ThNNWki3gtI/AAAAAAAABIs/9Gy9R5O4J2E/s1600/Modeling%2B31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MhgU-ig19o/ThNNWki3gtI/AAAAAAAABIs/9Gy9R5O4J2E/s400/Modeling%2B31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925409678262994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oKgE3-3Pps/ThNNWTbuq_I/AAAAAAAABIk/BBr-54Ho_YE/s1600/Modeling%2B26.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oKgE3-3Pps/ThNNWTbuq_I/AAAAAAAABIk/BBr-54Ho_YE/s400/Modeling%2B26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925405084920818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YK2mJUXMh28/Tg4K9xYGxDI/AAAAAAAABIE/qIiyc9No87Y/s1600/Modeling%2B5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YK2mJUXMh28/Tg4K9xYGxDI/AAAAAAAABIE/qIiyc9No87Y/s400/Modeling%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624445040975070258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s1600/Modeling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s1600/Modeling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s400/Modeling%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624445044066110770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDzCCBKd4Rw/ThNOhxhKD-I/AAAAAAAABJc/uj-RQU6JD7s/s1600/Modeling%2B25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDzCCBKd4Rw/ThNOhxhKD-I/AAAAAAAABJc/uj-RQU6JD7s/s400/Modeling%2B25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625926701650939874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGvdlLXxzXY/ThNOhnpa6rI/AAAAAAAABJU/sxPsKGWxcZI/s1600/Modeling%2B21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGvdlLXxzXY/ThNOhnpa6rI/AAAAAAAABJU/sxPsKGWxcZI/s400/Modeling%2B21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625926699001244338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twhlGHdOoBw/ThNOhfUvOMI/AAAAAAAABJM/FKFqUz_IXP0/s1600/Modeling%2B16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twhlGHdOoBw/ThNOhfUvOMI/AAAAAAAABJM/FKFqUz_IXP0/s400/Modeling%2B16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625926696767011010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr3ileRgP5s/Tg4K-jxIo0I/AAAAAAAABIc/r7rgDWd1dtc/s1600/Modeling%2B13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr3ileRgP5s/Tg4K-jxIo0I/AAAAAAAABIc/r7rgDWd1dtc/s400/Modeling%2B13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624445054501823298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We're one big happy family! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s1600/Modeling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s1600/Modeling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;swim almost every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aI4k70PrL4/ThNNXpHIMZI/AAAAAAAABJE/kmvE5fLNvKs/s1600/P6211766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aI4k70PrL4/ThNNXpHIMZI/AAAAAAAABJE/kmvE5fLNvKs/s400/P6211766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925428083962258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a good look for us huh? hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxt_LLKQF_w/ThNNXCVkT_I/AAAAAAAABI8/6efnhtooJ10/s1600/P6211746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxt_LLKQF_w/ThNNXCVkT_I/AAAAAAAABI8/6efnhtooJ10/s400/P6211746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925417675542514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I got proposed to.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtgi02oibTA/Tg4K985ETTI/AAAAAAAABH8/Qxk_2pGucUU/s1600/Modeling%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMMyYX4lkZI/ThNNW7Kef9I/AAAAAAAABI0/v9msuJGc-0A/s1600/P6181704.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMMyYX4lkZI/ThNNW7Kef9I/AAAAAAAABI0/v9msuJGc-0A/s400/P6181704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925415749976018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've decided to get engaged and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; date.. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I spend most of my time with this boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1d-rvnn9BU/Tg4K-GRrYmI/AAAAAAAABIM/3yDAesvq308/s1600/Modeling%2B6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1d-rvnn9BU/Tg4K-GRrYmI/AAAAAAAABIM/3yDAesvq308/s400/Modeling%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624445046585254498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've had a lot of family parties in the last couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry.. no pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Got a pretty sweet tat, along with some other members of the fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukYX6ojUOEA/ThNRp_hTY2I/AAAAAAAABJk/eI4SSsCAlDA/s1600/DSCN0359.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukYX6ojUOEA/ThNRp_hTY2I/AAAAAAAABJk/eI4SSsCAlDA/s400/DSCN0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930141383484258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right. Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLGN8yM0yzs/ThNRrI83IEI/AAAAAAAABKE/1E4l-VIcBy8/s1600/DSCN0365.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLGN8yM0yzs/ThNRrI83IEI/AAAAAAAABKE/1E4l-VIcBy8/s400/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930161094860866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadie loved mine so much- she had to copy it. I have taught her well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0n8VMnqXM/ThNRqi17udI/AAAAAAAABJ8/x3qK6O3bCPM/s1600/DSCN0362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0n8VMnqXM/ThNRqi17udI/AAAAAAAABJ8/x3qK6O3bCPM/s400/DSCN0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930150865254866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Christal's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3icPVpe17Xw/ThNRqQ6D4qI/AAAAAAAABJ0/BJk6Iz6UU6M/s1600/DSCN0372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3icPVpe17Xw/ThNRqQ6D4qI/AAAAAAAABJ0/BJk6Iz6UU6M/s400/DSCN0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930146050728610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carson's- in honor of Spiderman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COlzt-8iJy4/ThNRqD4c_dI/AAAAAAAABJs/XXRRKjog95w/s1600/DSCN0374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COlzt-8iJy4/ThNRqD4c_dI/AAAAAAAABJs/XXRRKjog95w/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930142554324434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Austin's and Christal's. The shark was my favorite of the day. Well next to mine of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I went to the Bees game to celebrate the 4th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-so2p0cATc4A/ThNTYw56gWI/AAAAAAAABKs/jyx0vdKfwd8/s1600/DSCN0388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-so2p0cATc4A/ThNTYw56gWI/AAAAAAAABKs/jyx0vdKfwd8/s400/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932044425658722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Couple #1: Matt and Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNfzrUZM-hg/ThNTYiUdvII/AAAAAAAABKk/51eWg-tmGBM/s1600/DSCN0389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNfzrUZM-hg/ThNTYiUdvII/AAAAAAAABKk/51eWg-tmGBM/s400/DSCN0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932040510487682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Couple #2 (blind date): Rylee and Jarrett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgnW9FLu67I/ThNTYPBc8rI/AAAAAAAABKc/xUvYDhHSO6I/s1600/DSCN0390.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgnW9FLu67I/ThNTYPBc8rI/AAAAAAAABKc/xUvYDhHSO6I/s400/DSCN0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932035330470578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couple #3: Me and Trent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGPu8V_fDXM/ThNTX_hM1rI/AAAAAAAABKU/fc7qgzo1AN8/s1600/DSCN0395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGPu8V_fDXM/ThNTX_hM1rI/AAAAAAAABKU/fc7qgzo1AN8/s400/DSCN0395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932031168665266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We know we're attractive.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJaI9NtzxwM/ThNTXgT5utI/AAAAAAAABKM/24dqYPGvx8g/s1600/DSCN0398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJaI9NtzxwM/ThNTXgT5utI/AAAAAAAABKM/24dqYPGvx8g/s400/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932022791387858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The whole gang waiting for fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there you have it folks. A very brief update of what I've been up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone else's summer is going as great as mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-2303367099148178231?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2303367099148178231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2303367099148178231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2303367099148178231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2303367099148178231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-r-who-we-r.html' title='We R Who We R'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iwVYZGf2mE/Tg4K-ciPO4I/AAAAAAAABIU/VMyfT_Hqyio/s72-c/Modeling%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2923826870812110348</id><published>2011-06-20T14:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:01:07.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. What a busy, plus emotional, week I had. I am sorry I haven't been the best at updating this lately. I will try to do better. But now this particular post is going to be pretty long as I explain my last week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last Monday was my birthday and I had a great day. I went shopping with my mom which is now becoming a tradition every birthday. It's just better to shop with my mom for things instead of her possibly buying things I don't like. But the thing that is funny about it, is I'm not the biggest fan of shopping. So you'd think I wouldn't want to go on my birthday. But we do go. It just doesn't last long haha. After shopping, a wonderful friend of mine - Deedee - picked me up and took me to get pedicures. It was way nice of her and very fun to catch up and what not. Then my family took me to dinner followed by Joey picking me up and my friends surprising me with a birthday cake before we watched Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday a few of my friends and I went on a hike. Boy am I outta shape! It's ridiculous. But it was a lot of fun. I want to go on lots of hikes this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBJ6oMNBTtc/Tf-3vSctXgI/AAAAAAAABHs/1DcKGwpAfs4/s1600/DSCN0316.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBJ6oMNBTtc/Tf-3vSctXgI/AAAAAAAABHs/1DcKGwpAfs4/s400/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620412883015654914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-9pNzENezc/Tf-3s_irCfI/AAAAAAAABHk/-b_Fnsi_6Ac/s1600/DSCN0322.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-9pNzENezc/Tf-3s_irCfI/AAAAAAAABHk/-b_Fnsi_6Ac/s400/DSCN0322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620412843580656114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSaVavWQXU4/Tf-3sHZ4lZI/AAAAAAAABHc/Bvjh0qIJNuI/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSaVavWQXU4/Tf-3sHZ4lZI/AAAAAAAABHc/Bvjh0qIJNuI/s400/DSCN0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620412828511409554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6IK4KyEzQA/Tf-3r8QO-nI/AAAAAAAABHU/5d4ctS-A_lg/s1600/DSCN0335.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6IK4KyEzQA/Tf-3r8QO-nI/AAAAAAAABHU/5d4ctS-A_lg/s400/DSCN0335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620412825518144114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JYAkMMqUgU/Tf-3rWwcl4I/AAAAAAAABHM/JDoyLjib6p0/s1600/DSCN0339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JYAkMMqUgU/Tf-3rWwcl4I/AAAAAAAABHM/JDoyLjib6p0/s400/DSCN0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620412815452706690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday was the day my best friend came home from his mission- Tobin Prince!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ginA9-MY32w/Tf-4BdhOuII/AAAAAAAABH0/m5fWezV3yxE/s1600/DSCN0352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ginA9-MY32w/Tf-4BdhOuII/AAAAAAAABH0/m5fWezV3yxE/s400/DSCN0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620413195225053314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a pool party Saturday night. It was very stressful. First off, our heater is broken. So the pool hasn't been heating these past couple of weeks except from the sun. And we all know how much the sun has been out lately.. haha so the the temperature of the pool wasn't up to standard and I was stressin. And then of course the weather decides to be cloudy and windy. Great. A cold pool + cold weather = not so great pool party. But luckily things turned out ok. People did swim even if it wasn't for too long and it ended up being just a big social thing. Although my Olympus and Murray friends still don't socialize with each other. They just stick to their own groups haha but it was still a good successful party which was a relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday- first off &lt;b&gt;Happy Father's Day!!&lt;/b&gt; To all the dad's out there! But especially to my dad and grandpa! Two of the greatest men alive that I have to look up to! :) Secondly, it was Tobin's homecoming. He did a great job. But the most exciting part of the day was the down pour of rain complete with thunder and lightening. I was in heaven. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was my week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-2923826870812110348?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2923826870812110348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2923826870812110348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2923826870812110348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2923826870812110348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-at-time_20.html' title='One day at a time'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBJ6oMNBTtc/Tf-3vSctXgI/AAAAAAAABHs/1DcKGwpAfs4/s72-c/DSCN0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4818708388624396162</id><published>2011-06-13T18:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:32:59.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_s5W0OY2ik/TfbHFhQesVI/AAAAAAAABGE/xak_0GqGNbQ/s1600/Newborn%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_s5W0OY2ik/TfbHFhQesVI/AAAAAAAABGE/xak_0GqGNbQ/s400/Newborn%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617896482832036178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21 years ago a baby, weighing 6 pounds 9 ounces and 19 inches long, was born. A baby that the doctor was 99 % sure was a boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"It's a girl. I don't believe it. She's got lots of hair. She's so cute. I was so sure it was a boy." -Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"See, it was just a finger. Another cutey." -Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Surprise!" -Me. (That is what my screaming would have been interpreted as :) haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am now legal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyone want to go to a bar? It's time to &lt;b&gt;party! &lt;/b&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4818708388624396162?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4818708388624396162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4818708388624396162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4818708388624396162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4818708388624396162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_s5W0OY2ik/TfbHFhQesVI/AAAAAAAABGE/xak_0GqGNbQ/s72-c/Newborn%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-82867276114671735</id><published>2011-06-05T20:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:11:58.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the best Grandparents in the world! Seriously, they are my biggest role models. And yesterday we were able to throw a big party for them in honor of their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;60th wedding anniversary!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was wonderful. The whole family came together and we got to show our love for the two people who are the reason for the rest of us being here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2z7Zi_t6Kk/TexAADDj4UI/AAAAAAAABFc/sGIn4KHaaCY/s1600/DSCN0302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2z7Zi_t6Kk/TexAADDj4UI/AAAAAAAABFc/sGIn4KHaaCY/s400/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614933204988584258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5zkI2X8nZo/TexABlnH70I/AAAAAAAABF0/tAban3DoKhc/s1600/DSCN0307%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5zkI2X8nZo/TexABlnH70I/AAAAAAAABF0/tAban3DoKhc/s400/DSCN0307%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614933231444422466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on the subject of Grandparents- today would've been my Grandma Milne's 77th birthday. She has been gone for almost four years now and it is still hard at times (like today and around Christmas time) but it's wonderful to know that families truly are eternal and I will get to see her again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uc23DnoA7EU/TexFYzbnYiI/AAAAAAAABF8/ZO8mxQ9d4gM/s1600/DSCN0312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uc23DnoA7EU/TexFYzbnYiI/AAAAAAAABF8/ZO8mxQ9d4gM/s400/DSCN0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614939127849378338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love and miss you Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-82867276114671735?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/82867276114671735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=82867276114671735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/82867276114671735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/82867276114671735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2z7Zi_t6Kk/TexAADDj4UI/AAAAAAAABFc/sGIn4KHaaCY/s72-c/DSCN0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2753641874613333207</id><published>2011-06-01T12:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:47:32.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at a very awkward time in my life. It's the time where apparently I have to choose between the two &lt;b&gt;M's: Marriage or Mission&lt;/b&gt;. If I'm not doing the first, then I must be doing the second. It's very annoying. I mean, I have thought about a mission but in all honesty it freaks me out. As you all should realize by now, I'm a big family person. It's being away from my family for that long that would be the hardest part for me. But I do know it would be a very good thing for me. So it's a toss up. But I have decided I am going to finish school and then depending where I'm at in life (or in other words- if I'm not close to the first &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; then that is when a mission could happen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways, another thing to add to the awkward age: as I've mentioned many times, all my guys friends are returning home from their missions. And I have been so happy. I have always been so much closer to guys than girls. I only have a few close girl friends compared to the many guy friends I have. And I don't mean that to sound cocky or whatever. I just think guys are easier to get along with. I am more myself around just guys. Girls are too judgmental. And you all know that's true. But I've seriously been having so much fun lately. I've practically become "one of the guys" which might not be the best thing.. because I have run into a slight problem.. Now that they are home from their missions, marriage is the next step for them. They are constantly talking about needing to meet girls. Datable girls. And I know I can't keep them to myself forever, but I just know that once they do find other girls, they will have no more need of my friendship. I'll be forgotten about. I'm just the friend- not girlfriend. I will be replaced by their future wives. The same thing happened in Logan with the few close guy friends I made up there. It's a crappy situation to be in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so I know I'm probably being a little too extreme and dramatic. But it's something I really do worry about. I love all of my guy friends. They really are my best friends. And I would hate to lose their friendships once they get married. I do know a solution though. I'd need to marry one of them. But it's hard when I just see them as friends.. or when the only relationships I've had with two of them have ended and so chances with them again are probably zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll have to go on a mission once they've all gotten married and I have no friends.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtwcSXrFnzk/TeaUzLOJzFI/AAAAAAAABEw/jZ0wirnE-oI/s1600/DSCN0245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtwcSXrFnzk/TeaUzLOJzFI/AAAAAAAABEw/jZ0wirnE-oI/s400/DSCN0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613337592470293586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvd_57YL06U/TeaUzV9rE-I/AAAAAAAABE4/RQYbqSWY_Eg/s1600/The%2Bboys%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvd_57YL06U/TeaUzV9rE-I/AAAAAAAABE4/RQYbqSWY_Eg/s400/The%2Bboys%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613337595353961442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wI4eqQw9Q3A/TeaUz7H4ytI/AAAAAAAABFI/0zzYtjNZd0Y/s1600/n693308967_1384520_5403.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wI4eqQw9Q3A/TeaUz7H4ytI/AAAAAAAABFI/0zzYtjNZd0Y/s400/n693308967_1384520_5403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613337605328915154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! A little side note- my friend Joey came home just today from his mission! A bunch of us went to the airport to welcome him home. I debated about going due to last time when Soup didn't hug me back and it was a little embarrassing/awkward, but I'm pleased to report that Joey was way normal and hugged me back :) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNL85y_17q0/TeaUzsDtP7I/AAAAAAAABFA/2TT0Zu-uKB4/s1600/n512844097_1674752_4780123.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNL85y_17q0/TeaUzsDtP7I/AAAAAAAABFA/2TT0Zu-uKB4/s400/n512844097_1674752_4780123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613337601284849586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry about the way out of date pictures. Especially since six guys shown are still gone.. I need to get better at taking pictures now that I have a nice new camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-2753641874613333207?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2753641874613333207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2753641874613333207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2753641874613333207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2753641874613333207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/06/battle-of-ms.html' title='Battle of the Ms'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtwcSXrFnzk/TeaUzLOJzFI/AAAAAAAABEw/jZ0wirnE-oI/s72-c/DSCN0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6469937563115072563</id><published>2011-05-24T11:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:32:13.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"..and then we'll snuggle!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a very interesting conversation with some friends last night. Somehow we got on the topic of cuddling, kissing, holding hands and how we would rate them from friendly fun to serious relationship. Now, I wish I could explain this whole conversation in great detail because it was hilarious. But alas, I cannot. I don't have that good of a memory and this post would be waaay too long. So you'll just get my brief views about it. But let's just say it's crazy how different people see things. And then it makes sense why dating can be way complicated. One person might be thinking &lt;i&gt;oh this is fun, we're just friends cuddling and holding hands&lt;/i&gt; while the other is thinking &lt;i&gt;oh my goodness, we must be dating now because we're holding hands! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Can you guess which person I normally am in that situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a big hand holder. I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; holding hands. And I cannot just hold hands with any random guy. If I do, I feel way uncomfortable and may start to freak out. It's such a big thing for me that hands are one thing I look at on a guy. Call me weird, but it's true. I've run into some guys that have longer skinnier fingers (or in other words more girly) than mine. That is not ok. There are also those with super rough dry cracked hands. I mean really- there is such a thing called &lt;b&gt;lotion&lt;/b&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thoughts on kissing.. hmm where to start. Let's just say I am &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; most awkward person when it comes to kissing. I avoid a first kiss like it's the plague. Even if I like the guy, I'll avoid it because I find the situation sooo awkward. I won't look him in the eye. I will talk so fast and about the most random things just to avoid that silent staring into each others' eyes when you know it's going to come moment. I mean, you'd think I'd realize that I just end up making the situation all the more awkward.. But no. I still freak out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuddling is the one thing I don't find that big of a deal. I like cuddling. And I don't freak out about it. I think friends can cuddle without it meaning anything. Although, we did determine that there are various degrees of cuddling. So there is still some debate about it being serious. Which again just comes down to everything being complicated because everyone has different views of where to draw the line from being friendly to serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So frustrating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also talked about what we look for in the opposite sex and what things turn us on or off. So here are some physical features that I look for on a guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a fan of hairy men. If I can see bushes of hair poking out of a guys shirt- whether it be chest, back, armpits- that is just gross. If it looks like a guy is wearing a shirt when no shirt is actually on- eww. I am sorry for those to be cursed with such an unfortunate thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facial hair- I'm normally not a fan, but some guys can really pull it off. The scruff look at least. But it's just easier to say no facial hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head hair- I prefer it short. Shags can be attractive, but I like the short spiky look better. I also am a bigger fan of darker colored hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Straight teeth please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;* Eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Not really a big thing I look for but I do love bright blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;* Height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A guy has to be taller than me. Which isn't too hard seeing as how short I am. But a guy can't be too tall either. I don't like feeling like a child next to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And obviously hands too. But I already explained that earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/h/holding_hands-1429.jpg" alt="Holding Hands" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-6469937563115072563?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6469937563115072563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6469937563115072563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6469937563115072563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6469937563115072563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-then-well-snuggle.html' title='&quot;..and then we&apos;ll snuggle!&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-1968942747529299596</id><published>2011-05-20T18:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:58:07.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been in a weird mood lately. I've been perfectly content staying at home watching movies by myself. I've made plans and then completely forgotten about them. I can't keep track of what day it is. It's like I'm a mess. But yet I don't really care. I'm happy. Although I could use some sunshine right about now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the rain. But it needs to stop. It's cold and I want warmth! It's summer for goodness sake! And it's just been the sissy sprinkling rain. Like really, if you're going to rain, &lt;b&gt;pour!&lt;/b&gt; Bring on the thunder and lightning! :) haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So besides my weird mood, summer has still been great! I just love being home. I love being able to see my family any time I want. Which brings up something else to add with my weird mood.. Every time I hold my new niece, I get really baby hungry. She is just so precious. I can't wait for the day when I get to hold my own child for the first time. I mean, if I can get emotional holding a niece, I'm going to be a wreck when it's my own baby I'm holding, but it's going to be the happiest moment of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes- I do know marriage comes first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways.. it's also been great to be back home with my friends. I'm pretty lucky to have some great friends in my life. I've already had some fun summer night activities what with &lt;i&gt;cup o sno&lt;/i&gt; visits, getting $10 free at Applebees, midnight movies, dodgeball games, and hot tub chats. It's been great. I can't wait to see what else is in store this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-1968942747529299596?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/1968942747529299596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=1968942747529299596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1968942747529299596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1968942747529299596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/05/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='Blame it on the rain'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4510771420703391525</id><published>2011-05-11T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:42:40.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the newest member of the Milne Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylie Cate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9GEUeAE2Q/TctMOEkfukI/AAAAAAAABEI/-YFPTu9ZTKE/s1600/227111_1876740972358_1656254595_1857534_6378845_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9GEUeAE2Q/TctMOEkfukI/AAAAAAAABEI/-YFPTu9ZTKE/s400/227111_1876740972358_1656254595_1857534_6378845_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605657965821409858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY_yIgJaF-E/TctMOc8BGFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7mxHQl53UNI/s1600/230689_1876740492346_1656254595_1857532_4429189_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY_yIgJaF-E/TctMOc8BGFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7mxHQl53UNI/s400/230689_1876740492346_1656254595_1857532_4429189_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605657972362516562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CW4onTrqHg/TctMOxxgIAI/AAAAAAAABEg/FeOH2JRuNJU/s1600/DSCN6401%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CW4onTrqHg/TctMOxxgIAI/AAAAAAAABEg/FeOH2JRuNJU/s400/DSCN6401%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605657977955557378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CW4onTrqHg/TctMOxxgIAI/AAAAAAAABEg/FeOH2JRuNJU/s1600/DSCN6401%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkgk6HQcbM8/TctMo4Y9XAI/AAAAAAAABEo/pRwmVOxQ5gM/s1600/DSCN6400.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkgk6HQcbM8/TctMo4Y9XAI/AAAAAAAABEo/pRwmVOxQ5gM/s400/DSCN6400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605658426408262658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she just precious?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to spoil this little girl like I do her siblings and cousins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4510771420703391525?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4510771420703391525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4510771420703391525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4510771420703391525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4510771420703391525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-newest-member-of-milne-family.html' title='Meet the newest member of the Milne Family'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9GEUeAE2Q/TctMOEkfukI/AAAAAAAABEI/-YFPTu9ZTKE/s72-c/227111_1876740972358_1656254595_1857534_6378845_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-1772570128994114089</id><published>2011-05-06T21:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:03:25.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, anyone ready for an update of my life? I know you few people who actually read my blog have been dying to know.. ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmk, I don't even know where to begin. It really has been a long time since I've just talked about what I've been up to. And I feel like a lot has happened. So this post might be a little random..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally made some new friends. About two weeks ago. Perfect timing I know. But the funniest part about these friends is that they are from Roosevelt. And that's funny because I've realized that most friends I've made (or boys I've had little crushes on) have been from Roosevelt or Vernal. I don't get it. Apparently there is just something about those smaller town boys.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I did have a little crush on one of these new friends of mine. And it possibly could've gone somewhere except that 1. he is more shy and awkward than I am (shocker right? I didn't think it was possible) and 2. it's summer and we are both home.. But it was fun hanging out with him for those last two weeks. We did go out on one date and I shot my first rifle! It was pretty exciting. Although I am horrible. But I blame it on the weather cause it was freezing. I only had a light jacket so I was shivering the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last weekend in Logan was fun. I went to the Sean Kingston concert and dance party and had a lot of fun. Even though it was cold and started snowing a bit. It was just fun to forget about finals for a while and have a good time dancing. Then Saturday I spent most of the day studying but then took a break to go play cards and watch movies with some friends. It was a good last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So school is over. Obviously. Finals went well. They could've gone better but I was pleased with them. I'm just glad they are over. And I'm sooo glad to be home for the summer. I love being home. I know most people hate moving back home after being away for college, but I love it. I just love being closer to my family. Which most of you know already. BUT even though I was stoked to move home, I did have a harder time leaving Logan yesterday. I hate goodbyes- another thing most of you should know by now- and even though I'll see my cousins again, it was hard to leave knowing I won't be living with them ever again. For two years their home has been my home. I loved living with them. I'm going to miss it next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, today was my first day of summer and it was wonderful. I spent the morning being lazy watching some of my tv shows. Then my sister-in-law came to get her hair done so I played with my nieces and nephew. We went outside and jumped on the tramp and had such a fun time. I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; those kids. Seriously, can't get enough of them. And I loved being outside and having it be warm! After they left, I got to go and watch my little sister play softball. She's on the high school team and it was the first game I got to see. Then I just spent the rest of the night hanging out with my family. It was a great way to start off my summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-1772570128994114089?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/1772570128994114089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=1772570128994114089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1772570128994114089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1772570128994114089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-581900084836675572</id><published>2011-04-28T18:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:06:42.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I definitely got the chills when I saw this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I_kDb-pRCds" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHH!! I'm &lt;b&gt;stoked!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although.. I can already tell I'll be disappointed at one part. Which sucks. But at least I know it's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can not wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-581900084836675572?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/581900084836675572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=581900084836675572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/581900084836675572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/581900084836675572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I_kDb-pRCds/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4605624905003714322</id><published>2011-04-24T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:14:28.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you have fun with all the candy and Easter egg hunts, but don't forget to remember what Easter is really about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EpFhS0dAduc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4605624905003714322?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4605624905003714322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4605624905003714322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4605624905003714322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4605624905003714322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EpFhS0dAduc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-1020233671938213841</id><published>2011-04-20T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:51:53.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've been slacking lately. I guess I'm in one of those moods where I don't care to blog as often. It's probably because the semester is almost over plus a lot of non-school related things are going on so life is stressful and I haven't had the time to just sit down and write about my life. And it's only going to get worse since finals are in two weeks. So I'll just take a few minutes to get some things off my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* My car sucks. I want to buy a new one &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; bad. I swear little by little it is slowly just going to die. I mean every day there is a new weird noise or a brake light problem. Ugh. Let's just say I can't wait until next year when I'll be done with school (which is already going to be wonderful in and of itself) and could &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; afford a new car since I'll no longer need to pay tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Finding a place to live sucks. Rylee and I are currently trying to find a two person apartment so we don't have to deal with roommates which will be nice but will also be pricier. But really anything is too pricey for me since the past two years I've enjoyed monthly payments of only $100 thanks to my wonderful cousins. Plus I'm just uber poor as it is and don't like spending money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; ready for this semester to be over! I have lost all interest in learning and paying attention. It's bad. It's going to be a long two weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I am so sick of the weather. I know I live in Utah so I shouldn't complain about the bi-polar weather. But come on. Please just stay sunny. I'm ready for warmth. I'm ready for summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I want to go on a vacation so bad! I just want to go to the beach and relax and not worry about anything! It doesn't help that my parents went to Lake Powell last weekend and are going to Minnesota this weekend and I just want to go with. I need to get away for a bit. Yes, I said &lt;b&gt;need. &lt;/b&gt;I have been stuck in Logan for too long and my little weekend visits down to Salt Lake aren't good enough. Even though it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; ten times better down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* All my best friends are coming home from their missions now and I am &lt;b&gt;extremely happy &lt;/b&gt;about it!! This summer is going to be a blast and I can not wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-1020233671938213841?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/1020233671938213841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=1020233671938213841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1020233671938213841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1020233671938213841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/04/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3217000314732932402</id><published>2011-04-10T13:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:14:58.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple weeks ago I went to the Festival of Colors in Spanish Fork. It was a lot of fun. I had first heard about it a year ago when &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; went except for me. So I decided to go this year even if I only knew one out of the four people I went with and there was a chance of rain. But we had a great time. I mean, who doesn't want to go get into a big chalk fight?! It was pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--latD_wUXpQ/TaILBOCu3MI/AAAAAAAABCY/NbdxJPXsmxI/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25286%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--latD_wUXpQ/TaILBOCu3MI/AAAAAAAABCY/NbdxJPXsmxI/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25286%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594045802724908226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was supposed to be a before picture, but on the way in, someone just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to get me in the face. That stuff tasted nasty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05w9d6WEhNA/TaILAx80b-I/AAAAAAAABCQ/pfvezKf0VSo/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25283%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05w9d6WEhNA/TaILAx80b-I/AAAAAAAABCQ/pfvezKf0VSo/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594045795183914978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmaerijBonQ/TaILYjOHHUI/AAAAAAAABC4/brPIp0-yFJw/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252818%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmaerijBonQ/TaILYjOHHUI/AAAAAAAABC4/brPIp0-yFJw/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252818%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594046203546770754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IS4iDC6beCA/TaILB36GxOI/AAAAAAAABCo/S12jFrcnVlA/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25289%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IS4iDC6beCA/TaILB36GxOI/AAAAAAAABCo/S12jFrcnVlA/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25289%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594045813963015394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVK7eGgRmfg/TaILCD5294I/AAAAAAAABCw/lq28XMbv7HY/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252815%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVK7eGgRmfg/TaILCD5294I/AAAAAAAABCw/lq28XMbv7HY/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252815%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594045817183205250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was right before some kid threw chalk in my EYE. It hurt like crazy. I wish we took a picture because my whole eye was pink. But I could barely keep it open. I just had to cry it out for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAklPsRk7cI/TaILBiysV0I/AAAAAAAABCg/RtSmCQ9AQek/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252810%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAklPsRk7cI/TaILBiysV0I/AAAAAAAABCg/RtSmCQ9AQek/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%252810%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594045808294778690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKytiq6XtW4/TaILZHeTicI/AAAAAAAABDA/pynMAOf3_ow/s1600/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25288%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKytiq6XtW4/TaILZHeTicI/AAAAAAAABDA/pynMAOf3_ow/s400/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25288%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594046213278370242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hare Krishne!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3217000314732932402?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3217000314732932402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3217000314732932402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3217000314732932402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3217000314732932402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/04/festival-of-colors.html' title='Festival of Colors'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--latD_wUXpQ/TaILBOCu3MI/AAAAAAAABCY/NbdxJPXsmxI/s72-c/Festival%2Bof%2BColors%2B%25286%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-7922351537698688313</id><published>2011-04-06T18:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:48:13.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to do a quick little post in honor of my nieces who all happened to have a birthday in the past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucy turned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt; on the 2nd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadie turned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gracie turned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EwTJfv-tA/TZ0GAoRvLWI/AAAAAAAABCI/f-CMp9Aqc7M/s1600/Nieces.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EwTJfv-tA/TZ0GAoRvLWI/AAAAAAAABCI/f-CMp9Aqc7M/s400/Nieces.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592632920145603938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them all so much! And a fourth one will be added to the family in a month! Wahoo! I'll have another darling little niece that I'll get to spoil rotten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&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/3247067854221358828-7922351537698688313?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7922351537698688313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7922351537698688313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7922351537698688313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7922351537698688313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-girls.html' title='Birthday Girls'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EwTJfv-tA/TZ0GAoRvLWI/AAAAAAAABCI/f-CMp9Aqc7M/s72-c/Nieces.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6537061412940238637</id><published>2011-03-31T23:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:53:38.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun was out. I didn't have to wear a jacket. My car was actually hot when I got in it. I did a little shopping for my nieces since all their birthday's are this weekend. I watched Tangled which I love! I made cookies and they turned out &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much better than last time. I made some new friends. So pretty much I have just been in a good mood all day. It makes it even better that tomorrow is Friday and it's Conference weekend so I'll be headed home to see my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. Happy day is right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-6537061412940238637?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6537061412940238637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6537061412940238637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6537061412940238637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6537061412940238637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-8327452185700905479</id><published>2011-03-25T00:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:16:07.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know how to begin this post. I've been stressed and way too busy the past two weeks and my brain is fried. And now that my tests are over with, I can finally relax. But of course my brain is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; thinking accounting. It won't stop. Then add all the other thoughts I've had on my mind lately that I've tried to push to the back so I'd focus only on school.. and you've got one overloaded brain. So I can't even think of one thing for too long until it switches to something else. Like I've literally sat and stared at my computer and had a thousand things come into my mind of where I should begin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I won't try to make every thought flow together nicely. It'll just say it how it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I am sick of it. How can study ten times more for a second test than the first and still get the exact score? I even felt good going into and out of the test. But no. apparently I didn't know anything. And then to top it off, the friends in the class with me tell me they didn't study at all and got better than me. It's just not fair. I still await the score from my test today and I can't decide how I felt about that one.. I just hope it's a better outcome than my previous one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also decided I need to learn to just tell people that I love accounting and I'm going to get my CPA. I know that'd be lying, but I'm sick of explaining myself over and over again. I don't love accounting. (I do have to add that I don't hate it either though- unless it's the week of a test.. haha). I'm not going to be an accountant. I am only attending college to get "a slip of paper." So yes- I am one of those girls that just wants to be a mom. I don't want a career. A degree is my "back-up plan" or whatever you want to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need to know how dumb you might think that is. I don't want to hear a lecture about how I should be doing something I love cause if not, it's a waste of time. And even though I've realized this semester that finance would've been a better degree for me, I don't want to hassle with changing majors and being in school longer. So I've made my decision and I'm sticking to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just to clear something up for people out there- don't associate liking/being good at math with accounting. It's misleading. If you like/are good at math, then go into finance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My car broke down &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; and what was said to be a little easy problem to fix turned into a big project that my cousin Jeff was kind enough to try to help even though I know it turned into a big burden on him. To briefly explain, my alternator belt broke so I at first thought it was the same problem I had before. And was very upset by it because we just replaced the alternator. So I couldn't see how I could be running out of battery when my battery was good and I had a new alternator. So luckily I found out it was just the belt. And it was supposed to be an easy replacement. False. It was not. Come to find out, we had to remove a second belt to replace the first. Well the second belt was about to break too so we tried replacing that one as well. But just so you know, replacing the belts is not an easy process. Or in other words, don't try it by yourself. Just go take it in somewhere. It'll save you from having a lot of stress in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*So I just have to say that I live with the best cousins ever! Seriously, they help me out sooo much. I mean Jeff spent a couple hours trying to fix my car and they were willing to let me borrow their car or take me to school. And then besides car stuff, they've let me live with them the past two years and I have loved it! But now Jeff got a new job so they'll be moving which means I can't live with them anymore. Which means I have to find a place to live next year. And that just does not sound fun.. How are you going to top a place that has cute little kids to play with all the time, home cooked meals every night, a room and bathroom all to myself, no roommate drama, and $100 monthly rent? Yeah.. I've had it good these past two years.. I guess I better get back to the reality of college life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I better get off my computer and go to bed since I've also had a lack of sleep this week due to studying. And you'd think now that I don't have studying to do, I could catch up on that sleep. But no. Apparently blogging comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you've enjoyed my rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-8327452185700905479?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/8327452185700905479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=8327452185700905479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8327452185700905479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8327452185700905479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/03/overload.html' title='Overload..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-7997064415436923492</id><published>2011-03-13T19:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:26:44.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pretty sure I had a great spring break. And I hate that it's over. I didn't like that I had to go to school today. I just &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want it to be summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. There's obviously nothing I can do about it. So I'll get over it and tell you all about my week. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I started my break a day early to come home for Camille's wedding which was wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXyYT83oxlE/TX7RPUvMv7I/AAAAAAAABBA/6QxV5po6uYQ/s1600/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXyYT83oxlE/TX7RPUvMv7I/AAAAAAAABBA/6QxV5po6uYQ/s400/DSCN0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130649180913586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already did a little post about her so I'll move on to avoid an extremely long post.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day (Saturday) I went over to my friend Lundy's house for a movie marathon which was a lot of fun. Although I realized I really need to be careful of who I flirt with and need to learn how to nicely reject guys. I'd avoid a lot of awkward uncomfortable situations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways.. Sunday was spent with family. It was Fast Sunday so we had a big family dinner over at my sister Tiff's house. We had a nice little BBQ in honor of the somewhat spring weather we have been getting. It was a lot of fun. I love when my whole family is together! Even if the night ends with a bruised knee because my brother-in-law pushed me over when I was giving Christal a piggy back ride to the car.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday I spent all day at my sister Tiff's house. I babysat for her and then just hung out all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA2J-rDBVuo/TX7RP2j9_jI/AAAAAAAABBI/vQx6g6al94g/s1600/DSCN0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA2J-rDBVuo/TX7RP2j9_jI/AAAAAAAABBI/vQx6g6al94g/s400/DSCN0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130658260614706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played Rummikub and I won every time. It was pretty sweet. Mostly just because apparently Tiffany always wins so she needed to lose so she doesn't get too full of herself.. :P haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday was a pretty lazy day. I sat around most of the day doing pretty much nothing. Except I did spend 2 hours working out while I watched a movie and then later at night I went and did zumba with my mom and sisters. That was a lot of fun. I love zumba and it was fun to have a girls night with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already did a little post about Wednesday. That was a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4BznV1-6hg/TX7RQlGUxHI/AAAAAAAABBg/c7ZK5OascJs/s1600/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4BznV1-6hg/TX7RQlGUxHI/AAAAAAAABBg/c7ZK5OascJs/s400/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130670752744562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went over to Soup's house later that night after he got released. It was good to hug him and have him hug me back haha. But we just spent the night hanging out with friends and he was just the same old Soup I knew two years ago. Just maybe with a hint of a Mexican accent haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkLhX0WUdZ4/TX7ReiQcAnI/AAAAAAAABBo/uv8bvFeau7k/s1600/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkLhX0WUdZ4/TX7ReiQcAnI/AAAAAAAABBo/uv8bvFeau7k/s400/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130910508024434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday I drove up to Logan in the morning. I decided I should probably go to work and make some money for a couple days. So Thursday wasn't too exciting. I just worked all day and watched tv all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday I spent the day working again but then once I finished, I drove back to Murray and quickly got ready for my date with Soup. And I have to just start off by saying it might have been one of the funnest dates I've been on! He picked me up and we went to our friend Jace's house where we were going to eat. It was a triple date- Jace with his date Lauren, Pace with his date Liz, and Soup with me. We made spaghetti and Soup and I were in charge of the bread and salad. It was pretty difficult.. so we ate and talked and showed Soup some popular youtube videos before we cleaned up and got in the car to drive to Ogden. Now you might be wondering &lt;i&gt;why Ogden?&lt;/i&gt; and that is because it is the location for &lt;a href="http://flowriderutah.com/"&gt;Flowrider&lt;/a&gt; which is an indoor surfing place. It was &lt;b&gt;so much fun&lt;/b&gt;! Although I'm&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;terrible &lt;/b&gt;at surfing. So I gave up and did the boogie board the whole time. Many people got the hang of it, but it was definitely entertaining to see people eat it. It didn't hurt too bad either. I only have a couple little bruises and my neck is sore, but I think it was worth it! I wish I would've gotten my camera out and taken some pictures. But I was having too much fun that I didn't even think about it. And the hour we had went by way fast. But seriously, it's so much fun. If you have the chance- go try it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and just to advise the girls- don't wear makeup because it is sure to be all over your face and wear a good swimming suit. Preferably with shorts and even one of those tight shirts that I can't quite think of the name of right now.. because that water is strong and will give you problems.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So once we were done we stayed and watched the next group for a bit because they were pros. It was awesome. But we eventually left and drove back to Salt Lake where we stopped at Wendy's for some Frosty's and then the night came to a close. And I just have to say that for being home for only 2 days, Soup was definitely not the normal awkward RM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVXTNeUY0vc/TX7RQIno7WI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VoDXaKCpFh0/s1600/DSCN0208%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVXTNeUY0vc/TX7RQIno7WI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VoDXaKCpFh0/s400/DSCN0208%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130663107849570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't do too much during the day on Saturday. I meant to go run some errands and visit my sister-in-law and her kids but of course I got too lazy and didn't. So after sitting around all day I finally decide to shower and get ready for another date, this time with my friend Jon Clark. The plan was to go snow shoeing so I had to rummage around the house trying to find some snow clothes and I found this awesome hat from Ukraine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfU_pSNfZeA/TX7RQcGM6MI/AAAAAAAABBY/pNwf8k_wlOY/s1600/DSCN0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfU_pSNfZeA/TX7RQcGM6MI/AAAAAAAABBY/pNwf8k_wlOY/s400/DSCN0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130668336310466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a little fun with it, but didn't end up wearing it because let's face it, it was just too big haha. So Jon picked me up and we met up with the rest of the group at Italian Village. After dinner we headed up the canyon and got in our snow gear and headed up a trail. It was a lot of fun and I must say- snow shoes are weird! I felt awkward walking in them. But I enjoyed myself and had fun. We didn't get too far until Jon and I wanted to take a break so we sat down and talked for a while until the others joined us and we went back to the cars. We then went to a guy's house and played a card game the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was Soup's homecoming. He did such a great job! He didn't even seem to be nervous, even with the Prophet in the congregation! (Soup's home ward is also President Monson's home ward. Remember &lt;a href="http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beautiful-day-in-this-neighborhood.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. It's because of Soup's mom that I went that day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to his house afterwards for some treats and socializing and had a great time. I forget how much I love my Olympus friends. They are truly the greatest friends I have and I can't wait for the rest of the guys to get home now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHfP9uMa-F4/TX7RfJRiFdI/AAAAAAAABCA/3zzAIB18frw/s1600/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHfP9uMa-F4/TX7RfJRiFdI/AAAAAAAABCA/3zzAIB18frw/s400/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130920981599698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7rzKQ_MZkg/TX7Re1gbbbI/AAAAAAAABB4/Wdg6YX4Bq4Q/s1600/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7rzKQ_MZkg/TX7Re1gbbbI/AAAAAAAABB4/Wdg6YX4Bq4Q/s400/Soup%2Bis%2Bhome%2521%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130915675368882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I got back home, I tried to take a nap out on the tramp because it was such a beautiful day but I couldn't fall asleep. But it was still nice and relaxing being outside with the sun warming my face. Then later, after packing up a bit and deciding not to drive back up to Logan till the next morning (this morning), I went over to Jace's house to watch the Little Mermaid with a few friends. It was a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it. My spring break in a nutshell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-7997064415436923492?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7997064415436923492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7997064415436923492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7997064415436923492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7997064415436923492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXyYT83oxlE/TX7RPUvMv7I/AAAAAAAABBA/6QxV5po6uYQ/s72-c/DSCN0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-141385899610895605</id><published>2011-03-09T16:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:47:12.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, Mmm, Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Soup (Nick Campbell) got back from his mission today. Boy was I excited to see that kid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lftNdPkWE8s/TXgQWJSJyiI/AAAAAAAABA4/FiO9goS5oxE/s1600/Soup%2527s%2BFarewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lftNdPkWE8s/TXgQWJSJyiI/AAAAAAAABA4/FiO9goS5oxE/s400/Soup%2527s%2BFarewell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582229710760954402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(Taken at Soup's Farewell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pace and I went to the airport to welcome him home which was a lot of fun. And I may or may not have given him a hug and freaked him out hahaha. Who would've thought Soup would ever be awkward and refuse to hug a girl?! What a good missionary.. following the rules all the way to the end. Don't worry- he has promised to hug me back later tonight after he gets released haha. But it was so good to see him. He's not waiting long to get back into the dating game. He already asked me out for Friday. That's going to be fun to see how awkward he'll be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome home Soup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-141385899610895605?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/141385899610895605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=141385899610895605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/141385899610895605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/141385899610895605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/03/mmm-mmm-good.html' title='Mmm, Mmm, Good!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lftNdPkWE8s/TXgQWJSJyiI/AAAAAAAABA4/FiO9goS5oxE/s72-c/Soup%2527s%2BFarewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3639764377604344790</id><published>2011-03-05T10:25:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:34:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my cousin Camille who got married yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camille has always been my closest cousin. We are 3 weeks apart in age. We have similar personalities. We were inseparable when we were little- we were practically like sisters. I'm pretty sure most of my childhood memories involved Camille. So I'm going to take a trip down memory lane. And I warn any readers now that this post might only be meaningful to Camille herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Camille secretly drinking my invisible water when I wasn't looking. She also stole a toy from me and I didn't even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Playing house in the trailer in Camille's backyard. Note to self: don't get into cupboards that you can't open from the inside. The result will lead to being terrified and having to pound on the door until, with enough force, it finally opens and the mirror shatters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Having matching outfits. And always getting the same thing from our grandparents at Christmas. Too bad for our other cousin Stacey who got a red sweater instead of the blue ones we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Sleeping over at Camille's house and pretending not to wake up in the morning so I don't have to help her with her paper route. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, those were just a few of my favorite memories. Now you can just enjoy a few pictures that I have on my computer of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I may add more later when I can get them off the family computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jEXOx58V1k/TXKDsEeotII/AAAAAAAABAo/AydEksqpkJE/s1600/Camille%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jEXOx58V1k/TXKDsEeotII/AAAAAAAABAo/AydEksqpkJE/s400/Camille%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580667681405187202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xQX9wBbRes/TXKDsN8JDgI/AAAAAAAABAg/NE3X2v0KuHI/s1600/Camille%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xQX9wBbRes/TXKDsN8JDgI/AAAAAAAABAg/NE3X2v0KuHI/s400/Camille%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580667683944861186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeM5hVHaL_g/TXKDsc--p1I/AAAAAAAABAw/fUQ1iCfzAAg/s1600/Camille%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeM5hVHaL_g/TXKDsc--p1I/AAAAAAAABAw/fUQ1iCfzAAg/s400/Camille%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580667687983294290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKORmxmwyk/TXJ75vc6m6I/AAAAAAAABAA/lilqW-yj_1U/s1600/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKORmxmwyk/TXJ75vc6m6I/AAAAAAAABAA/lilqW-yj_1U/s400/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580659120185973666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKORmxmwyk/TXJ75vc6m6I/AAAAAAAABAA/lilqW-yj_1U/s1600/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHJ_4UXXHdQ/TXJ76gVVekI/AAAAAAAABAY/gCdJgBbWTWA/s1600/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHJ_4UXXHdQ/TXJ76gVVekI/AAAAAAAABAY/gCdJgBbWTWA/s400/DSCN0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580659133307517506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlasAb_O1w/TXJ76RU75qI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FAnndhRyBi8/s1600/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdL9_eQ4ugU/TXJ76DC5ghI/AAAAAAAABAI/6JQYjxEOKVs/s1600/DSCN0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdL9_eQ4ugU/TXJ76DC5ghI/AAAAAAAABAI/6JQYjxEOKVs/s400/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580659125445558802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdL9_eQ4ugU/TXJ76DC5ghI/AAAAAAAABAI/6JQYjxEOKVs/s1600/DSCN0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I have a new cousin that I can make some memories with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the family Jake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3247067854221358828-3639764377604344790?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3639764377604344790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3639764377604344790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3639764377604344790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3639764377604344790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/03/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jEXOx58V1k/TXKDsEeotII/AAAAAAAABAo/AydEksqpkJE/s72-c/Camille%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5750512061119599422</id><published>2011-02-28T22:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:34:03.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tragedy of first position</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is something that will brighten your day. I seriously have watched it at least 20 times already and I still die laughing every time. Maybe some of you won't think it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; funny, but you'll have to admit it at least made you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tdylQeg5B9I" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my friend Deedee for posting it on Facebook and introducing it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-5750512061119599422?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/5750512061119599422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=5750512061119599422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5750512061119599422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5750512061119599422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/tragedy-of-first-position.html' title='The tragedy of first position'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tdylQeg5B9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2063544854865262391</id><published>2011-02-20T16:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:38:50.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you dang car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So remember &lt;a href="http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-car-hates-logan.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about my car hating Logan? Well, it still does. It has broken down EVERY year since I've been in Logan. I probably jinxed myself though because just the other day I was thinking how amazing it was that I hadn't had a problem with my car yet. I spoke too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like either the battery or alternator will need to be replaced. My fingers are crossed it's the battery because that means less money I have to spend to fix it. But now I get to spend my day off tomorrow fixing my car. And you'd think I'd be an expert now on knowing what to do when my car breaks down since it always likes to do it when my dad isn't close by. But no. I'm still clueless when it comes to cars. So I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT even though this whole situation sucks and I may or may not have had a little melt down earlier, I've made myself look at the positive side of things. Because my new goal is to try to stay happy because everything is just better when people are happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is a list of things I've decided were good about this situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm lucky I didn't try to go home. My car could've died on the way and I would've been in a worse situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. It decided to die during the day when I was at my home. It could've died late at night when I left Rylee's apartment or during the week when I have school or work to get to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My cousin let me borrow his car so I could go to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. My cousin and his neighbor were able to take a look at my car and help determine what was wrong with it. Instead of me explaining things over the phone to my dad and trying to understand and do what he tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I have a job so I at least have a source of income that can help pay for whatever needs to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. It died during a 3-day weekend so I have time to get it taken care of instead of during the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the situation still sucks and I obviously wish it didn't happen, but there's nothing I can do about it but fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's what I'm going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on a little happier note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I got a text from my brother yesterday that said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"I just asked Carson if he wants the babysitter to come over tonight and he said 'I want a babysitter to come over, but only if it is Chelsie, cause she tickles me!' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now this totally made my day. I was so happy that my little nephew still wants me to babysit him. I LOVE to babysit my nieces and nephews. And it makes it even more enjoyable when &lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;love for me to babysit. I wished so badly I was at home and &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; babysit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zbq0oqYNUs/TWHPFRlTcwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Qol18DQA43o/s1600/DSCN6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zbq0oqYNUs/TWHPFRlTcwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Qol18DQA43o/s400/DSCN6191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575965503187546882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cause who wouldn't want to babysit those adorable kids??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&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/3247067854221358828-2063544854865262391?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2063544854865262391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2063544854865262391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2063544854865262391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2063544854865262391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/curse-you-dang-car.html' title='Curse you dang car!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zbq0oqYNUs/TWHPFRlTcwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Qol18DQA43o/s72-c/DSCN6191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3556309002692275650</id><published>2011-02-14T18:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:35:23.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.D.   vs   S.A.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines Day or Single Awareness Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take your pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just remember- even if you are single, that doesn't mean you aren't loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see Valentine's Day as the day of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day to remind everyone in your life that you love them. The day to remember how much our Savior loves us. The day to be happy that there is love in the world instead of just hate and violence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not just the day to focus on whether or not you have that special someone. Sure it'd be nice, but if you don't, moping around and being sad isn't going to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't sit around being depressed and feeling sorry for yourself. Go tell your family and friends how much you love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3556309002692275650?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3556309002692275650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3556309002692275650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3556309002692275650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3556309002692275650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/vd-vs-sad.html' title='V.D.   vs   S.A.D.'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6720080425140095885</id><published>2011-02-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:49:43.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People overreact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, it's amazing how the littlest things can become the biggest problem! And I know I've been one to overreact so I'm not saying I'm some expert on it. I just have had a lot of situations come to my attention recently that are being blown way out of proportion. But luckily I'm able to stay out of it all. I've had plenty of opportunities to say my mind but I don't think it's worth it. There are some people that are so dominant and think things always have to go their way that my opinion wouldn't even register to them. So I leave it alone and they can be angry or upset or whatever is their problem. They are the only ones who can choose how to feel and act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also- people need to learn to let go of grudges. Life isn't worth living if you're mad all the time. I mean really, who wants to be mad? And who wants to be around you if you're mad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So get over it and be happy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love finding simple things that bring joy to life. Yesterday as I was walking to class, I saw a girl kicking a pine cone. Normally this wouldn't be anything to be happy about, but she had this grin on her face every time she kicked it. I could just tell that she was really enjoying kicking a pine cone. There wasn't anything special about it but the fact that she was having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it was only a pine cone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The weather has been a lot warmer this week and I love it. It feels so good to get in my car and have it heated by the sun. I sat in my car and ate my lunch before heading into work to just feel the warmth of the sun. It was wonderful. Now I know I can't get my hopes up, because let's face it, I live in Logan Utah. It can be sunny one minute and snowing the next. But at least I can be happy and enjoy it while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is my Grandpa's birthday so I want to give a quick shout out to him. He is an amazing man and has taught me so much. If it wasn't for him (and my Grandma) I wouldn't be here today. Obviously. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But seriously, he is one of my biggest role models. I look up to him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love you Grandpa! Thanks for all you do for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Happiness is the only good. The time to be happy is now. The place to be happy is here. The way to be happy is to make others so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Robert G. Ingersoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-6720080425140095885?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6720080425140095885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6720080425140095885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6720080425140095885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6720080425140095885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-181673741553249633</id><published>2011-02-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:00:12.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C^2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I went home this last weekend solely for my little sister Christal. It was her 16th birthday weekend (which we were going to celebrate yesterday with a big family dinner but they moved it to today which &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; her birthday) and she went to her first dance- Jr. Prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was so much fun being at home to help her get ready. She definitely got pampered by all her sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess that's what she gets for being the youngest. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95th_0oPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rtF9nCx50Gg/s1600/Christal%2BProm%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95th_0oPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rtF9nCx50Gg/s320/Christal%2BProm%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570805087207727346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95uMR4BLI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-cWETS819i0/s1600/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95uMR4BLI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-cWETS819i0/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570805098557736114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95uH8ebOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZOPklDx58w4/s1600/Christal%2BProm%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95uH8ebOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZOPklDx58w4/s320/Christal%2BProm%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570805097394236642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95ujAPj8I/AAAAAAAAA-o/tFf2GNZkFOU/s1600/Christal%2BProm%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95ujAPj8I/AAAAAAAAA-o/tFf2GNZkFOU/s320/Christal%2BProm%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570805104657797058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just still can't believe she's 16! She's now able to date and drive which is just weird. I still remember the little girl that would follow me and my friends around. And now she is this gorgeous, tall and skinny, young women. Not to mention she's super athletic and pretty much plays every sport she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did she get all the good genes??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I've gotta say that I am so glad we have the close relationship that we do. You wouldn't guess there is a 5 year gap between us. And considering she's so tall you wouldn't guess I'm the older one either haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But that's what's so great about sisters. You can always have great relationships with them. She's always there for me. I'm always there for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's so great knowing she'll be in my life forever cause I sure do love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LD4U_hI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZMA-FVoV-wk/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LD4U_hI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZMA-FVoV-wk/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570807793542561298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LE7EZZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/C6Sy9543NYE/s1600/207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LE7EZZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/C6Sy9543NYE/s320/207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570807793822492050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LSTnL5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/PwZvTeKIclA/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98LSTnL5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/PwZvTeKIclA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570807797415096210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98Ln3pfDI/AAAAAAAAA_I/7b00gItuD4k/s1600/100_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU98Ln3pfDI/AAAAAAAAA_I/7b00gItuD4k/s320/100_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570807803203386418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy Birthday Christal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And just in case anyone is confused.. C^2 means C squared.. not C two.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(inside joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-181673741553249633?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/181673741553249633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=181673741553249633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/181673741553249633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/181673741553249633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/c2.html' title='C^2'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU95th_0oPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rtF9nCx50Gg/s72-c/Christal%2BProm%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-7310446130076515597</id><published>2011-02-06T22:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:30:01.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time since 3rd grade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.. I have bangs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I guess there's something around the months of February and March that make me want to do something new with my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU-CL7OpFMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KGPOjhkFRnA/s1600/DSCN0073%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU-CL7OpFMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KGPOjhkFRnA/s320/DSCN0073%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570814405469869250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still haven't really made up my mind if I like them or not. It's mostly just weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They're definitely gonna take some time getting used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-7310446130076515597?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7310446130076515597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7310446130076515597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7310446130076515597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7310446130076515597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-since-3rd-grade.html' title='First time since 3rd grade..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TU-CL7OpFMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KGPOjhkFRnA/s72-c/DSCN0073%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-241936278357766135</id><published>2011-01-29T16:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:07:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've realized this past week how anti-social I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok, so it's more that I'm just too shy to make any friends so as a result I have Rylee, her roommates, and pretty much no one else to hang out with. I tried to change that and went to my ward prayer and FHE last week but never got up the courage to just go up to people and meet them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just can't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It probably doesn't help with the fact that I'm just a super awkward person. I think I can make any normal situation awkward just cause that's what I do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why do I have to ramble on about nothing making a fool of myself when I'm nervous and trying to make a situation &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; awkward when it's really my rambling that &lt;i&gt;makes&lt;/i&gt; it awkward??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess I'm a work in progress though. I'm going again to ward prayer tonight but I'll be going alone this time because last time I dragged Rylee along with me which was nice to have someone I knew but also might've made it worse because it didn't force me to talk to someone new. So hopefully I'll have more success..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But putting aside my problem of being socially awkward, life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;I am super happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And there isn't any particular reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm just happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-241936278357766135?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/241936278357766135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=241936278357766135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/241936278357766135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/241936278357766135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-help.html' title='I need help'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2373048757163492379</id><published>2011-01-23T14:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:51:42.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow. Two weeks into the semester and I'm the busiest I've ever been in college. But that's due to my job, which I love, so I'm not complaining. I like being busy. It makes me feel good about myself and that I'm actually useful for things instead of sitting in my room playing on my computer and/or watching countless hours of TV shows (which I do still find the time to keep up with the many shows I do watch, but I've cut back on the old shows that I've already seen every episode of). But now I wake up, go to school, go to work, come home do homework, and go to sleep. Every day. It's a good routine to be in because I actually get things done. I stay on top of things. I already feel like a better student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Man I should've gotten a job long ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So you can now see why it has been almost two weeks since I last posted. So here is a brief update of my life during the past two weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Classes are going good so far. I'm still surviving in my 7:30 class. I actually like having an early class because then it makes me get to bed earlier and get a better nights sleep. But I could still do without the bitter cold. But all my classes don't seem like they'll be too hard if I just study enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm taking two institute classes this semester which means I finally have a class with Rylee! But I love having institute each day. It's a good reminder throughout the week. And it's always nice to take a break from all the crazy classes and have a class that doesn't involve the stress of tests coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Work is going good. Like I said earlier, I love it. It feels good to know that I'm making money so I can pay for things and start paying off all my debt school has put me in. It's a very laid back atmosphere which I like and the people I work with are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were two Aggie basketball games this last week and I was able to go to both. It's been sad because last semester I only went to like three. I had already forgotten how much I love them. Seriously, they are totally worth waiting hours at the Spectrum to get a front row seat. Yes, I said hours. I was at the Spectrum at 2 yesterday when the game didn't start till 9 to get a front row seat. Don't worry though, I did homework while waiting so it's not like I wasted all that time. It's fun though. It's always a certain group of us that wait so it's fun to be with them and talk and hang out to pass the time. And then the game starts and it's a great full two hours of cheering and going crazy. I mean, tell me you wouldn't want to be a part of this crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/44YUnOoye58" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ARpzavb7PQk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah, I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and in case anyone was wondering, I'm pretty sure LA Tech's coach is actually Voldemort in disguise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTytazvQlkI/AAAAAAAAA98/f7yxKZPbJ-0/s1600/DSCN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTytazvQlkI/AAAAAAAAA98/f7yxKZPbJ-0/s320/DSCN0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565513915599722050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTywcA4YWPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6W4Ov91d9Gc/s1600/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTywcA4YWPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6W4Ov91d9Gc/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565517234842392818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:) Go Aggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTytaCEQ_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/pHdnYddRqfY/s1600/DSCN0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TTytaCEQ_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/pHdnYddRqfY/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565513902266055794" style="cursor: pointer; 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"&gt;As you may have guessed, winter break is over and I'm back up in Logan for yet another semester of school. I once again was not excited to come back. I had such a great break at home with my family and reconnecting with old friends that the thought of coming back to the bitter cold of Logan and having to do school was not fun. So when Sunday came and I had to pack and leave, I wasn't too happy. But I had to keep reminding myself that once I got to Logan, it wouldn't be bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do like it up here. I just never like leaving home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I got back up here Sunday and unpacked after having some fun catching up with the Low family. The kids were super excited to show me everything they got for Christmas. After that, I made my way over to Rylee's apartment only to find out it was a house full of drama which isn't the greatest thing to come back to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't like drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People overreact about the littlest things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I did still have a good time catching up with Rylee all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday came along and it was a good day. As good as the first day of classes can be. It was actually pretty boring. I only had two classes and then had nothing to do all day. But then Rylee and I did go to the gym! Amazing I know. It has been forever since I've gone. Not to mention the &lt;i&gt;thousands&lt;/i&gt; of times I planned on going last semester but didn't. It felt sooo good too. We stretched and ran a little over 2 miles. It was sad to realize how out of shape I am though. But then we treated ourselves to free food from Chick-fil-A and then got Spoon Me. They didn't have mangoes though which are my favorite and I'd argue they are the best topping to have with their frozen yogurt. Their tastes just compliment each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyways, moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We then just spent the rest of the night being lazy and watching some episodes of Supernatural before I left to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sooo Tuesday, or today, was a day I've been dreading ever since registration. I had my first 7:30 class. Normally you can avoid those the older you get. But I got unlucky. Well I guess I have been lucky so far so I should be glad about that. But anyways, it actually wasn't too bad. But I say that now since it's only been one day. I'm not sure I'll be as optimistic after a week or two though. But I just have to get used to going to bed earlier. I mean it shouldn't be hard to wake up at 6 when I woke up at 5:30 every other day in high school. So I could get used to the time, but I don't know if I can get used to freezing to death walking to class. That really is the worst part about it. I mean, I had to wait like 10 minutes for the bus to take me to campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So my second first day of classes went well. They should be good classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But the best part about my day was that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wait for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I GOT A JOB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finally, after two and a half years of living in Logan, I got a job! I now don't have to sell my plasma for money! Although I still might on occasion just to earn that little bit of extra income. But I'll be doing a lot of invoicing and bank statement type stuff which is what I got used to over the summer with my family's business so it should be good. I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I'd say I'm pleased with the start of this semester. Hopefully it's a sign that this semester will be my best one yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3216558387864727266?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3216558387864727266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3216558387864727266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3216558387864727266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3216558387864727266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-friends.html' title='Hi Friends'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4846674680434196598</id><published>2011-01-03T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:21:04.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash back to high school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I came down to my room tonight to find my sister trying on a prom dress and after she saw the very confused look on my face she told me that she will be going to Jr Prom at the beginning of February. I then proceeded to give her a little lecture on how some junior girls might hate her (or since hate is too strong of a word) be mad at her for going since she's actually a sophomore. And I say this from experience because I was one who was upset when guys didn't asked juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now before you judge me and think I'm some mean person getting mad when it shouldn't matter, I have to remind you (or make you aware of the fact) that Murray only lets juniors go to Jr Prom. It's not like everyone can go and only juniors promenade like other schools. It's only for juniors. So if you're a junior and all the junior boys are asking sophomores then you can imagine how sucky it would be to not go when you're actually allowed to go. And I might just have bitter feelings toward Jr Prom in general seeing as how I wasn't able to attend mine (but due to drill nationals competition, not because I didn't get asked). But I knew plenty of boys that didn't take juniors and as a result I had some friends that were free to go but couldn't because they weren't asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can you tell I was frustrated back then if I still want to make the point about it now? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So anyways, after telling her all this, we sat down and looked at all my old dance pictures and tried on some dresses. It was pretty fun but it definitely reminded me of how glad I am that I'm done with high school and I don't have to deal with all the drama that goes on during that time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;College is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAY&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;better!&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/3247067854221358828-4846674680434196598?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4846674680434196598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4846674680434196598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4846674680434196598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4846674680434196598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/01/flash-back-to-high-school.html' title='Flash back to high school'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-1609276001982257383</id><published>2011-01-01T12:30:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:31:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-oJwR_lMI/AAAAAAAAA9k/D8MkWfHVSi4/s1600/DSCN0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't believe how fast time flies. I can still remember a year ago writing a New Year's post and what I thought 2010 was going to bring me. It feels like it was just yesterday. But I'm glad it didn't turn out the way I had planned in my head because it turned out to be ten times better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I loved 2010. It might just be my best year yet. Mostly because I think I learned a lot about who I am and what I want in life (and boys.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some of the highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  dying my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  lake powell. twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  trip to st. george&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  turning 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  being a nanny for my cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  hanging out with/meeting great friends over the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  dating lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  two new nephews in the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  friends coming home from missions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  hvz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  harry potter 7 part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  christmas with the whole fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I do have to add that I think I ended the year just perfectly. I spent New Years Eve day with my family building an igloo. I don't think you can really top that one. It was so much fun. I hadn't played in the snow like that for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjl2FXTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2pmwBWqfuuQ/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjl2FXTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2pmwBWqfuuQ/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557341396559813938" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the first igloo that my dad and brother made the day before. Jarem Chantell and I decided to go tag it for fun. It didn't really get the reaction we wanted (meaning practically no reaction at all) but it was still fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-mcgWwTOI/AAAAAAAAA88/h1yPZq9ID3o/s1600/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-mcgWwTOI/AAAAAAAAA88/h1yPZq9ID3o/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557343473850404066" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kj5P6TBI/AAAAAAAAA80/du3xsLEsgI4/s1600/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chantell and I observing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjZVpczI/AAAAAAAAA8k/J6xIjiMAocM/s1600/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kj5P6TBI/AAAAAAAAA80/du3xsLEsgI4/s320/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557341401768414226" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjZVpczI/AAAAAAAAA8k/J6xIjiMAocM/s1600/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The final product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The next day when the whole fam built one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-mc3BHLzI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5rzM5CLAVe4/s320/100_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557343479933644594" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is me telling Jarem to get back to work.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjZVpczI/AAAAAAAAA8k/J6xIjiMAocM/s1600/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjZVpczI/AAAAAAAAA8k/J6xIjiMAocM/s320/100_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557341393202541362" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got the job of stomping around the edge to pack the snow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-npU9mIxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5c7V0N3fjgo/s320/100_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557344793642017554" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We decided to take a break and rest in the first igloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-oJt85FoI/AAAAAAAAA9c/A_z2CsAcBZQ/s1600/100_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-oJt85FoI/AAAAAAAAA9c/A_z2CsAcBZQ/s320/100_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557345350105765506" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-npulkQ7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/jkQ5WEPelW8/s1600/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-npU9mIxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5c7V0N3fjgo/s1600/100_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-mc3BHLzI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5rzM5CLAVe4/s1600/100_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Sadie.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-mcgWwTOI/AAAAAAAAA88/h1yPZq9ID3o/s1600/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-npulkQ7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/jkQ5WEPelW8/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557344800520553394" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Can you not agree that that is one heck of an igloo! It's huge and sooo much better than the first one. We fit 11 people in it and could've fit a couple more. I wish I had my camera when we were all in it, but I didn't. I'll have to try and get pics from my siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-oJwR_lMI/AAAAAAAAA9k/D8MkWfHVSi4/s320/DSCN0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557345350731142338" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We at first wanted to build a snowman on top so it was a huge snowman igloo. But we decided it'd get too top heavy so this little one had to do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty awesome though huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I bet you now wish you built one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-1609276001982257383?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/1609276001982257383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=1609276001982257383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1609276001982257383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1609276001982257383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TR-kjl2FXTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2pmwBWqfuuQ/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-9211463087017816822</id><published>2010-12-27T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:29:30.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sunday was an epic day. A day I will never forget. I have to admit it was even better than Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now you might ask &lt;i&gt;how can you get much better than Christmas Day? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Well by a day when you get a chance to shake the Prophet's hand of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's funny because as I've been reading the Work and the Glory, I've thought about what it must've been like to live next door to the Prophet and to have been his friend like he was to so many. To live in the same neighborhood as him where you could be walking down the street and run into him. It would be wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well yesterday I got to go to President Monson's home ward and hear him speak. I was amongst those people that do live down the street from the Prophet. And even though it's not the same and he isn't there as often since he's busy traveling the world and what not but they still know him. They still can walk by his house. I don't know, I find it pretty awesome, and it's something I've been thinking a lot about lately. But I guess I am at least thankful that I do live in Utah and that I do have those opportunities to go and hear the Prophet speak in person and shake his hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's an experience I won't ever forget! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I may or may not wash my hand ever again.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-9211463087017816822?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/9211463087017816822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=9211463087017816822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/9211463087017816822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/9211463087017816822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beautiful-day-in-this-neighborhood.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in this neighborhood..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5760306811740265717</id><published>2010-12-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:29:07.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Wonderful Time of the Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our activities of the night included:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  My Grandparents coming over to join in our big family party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  A delicious dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  The little ones acting out the nativity scene. Marcie and I  decided to get the kids together and find costumes so they could act out the nativity scene. Pretty sure they all looked adorable and I'm so sad I didn't get my camera out for pictures! And I haven't been able to steal them from anyone else yet.. so sorry I can't share them with you. But it was great to have them so excited to dress up and then have my dad read the story from the Bible so that we can really remember why we celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Watching an old home video of my older siblings when they acted out the nativity scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Getting out the chimes to try and play some Christmas songs. The kids did surprisingly well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Eating ice cream sundaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Setting up our beds in the basement. It's always been a tradition for the kids to sleep downstairs in the big bedroom (which is now mine instead of my brothers) so that we can't hear Santa on the roof. Well as you can imagine, my room isn't big enough for 18 people, so we spread all around the basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Opening the gifts we got for our siblings. We only buy for one sibling since buying 7+ gifts gets really pricey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Watching &lt;i&gt;Miracle on 34th Street. &lt;/i&gt;I love that movie. If only I could've been as smart as that little girl when I was little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Getting all the stockings ready and then getting to bed so Santa could come! We've made a new tradition where we all come up with a stocking stuffer to give to each other. This year I made my own bags of &lt;i&gt;Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. &lt;/i&gt;I felt pretty clever.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The events of Christmas day include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Waking up at about 8 which was surprising. I thought for sure the little kids would wake us up a whole lot earlier than that. But I didn't complain cause I got to sleep longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  Watching the kids run into the family room and see all the presents Santa brought is priceless. It's so fun to see how excited they get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  The morning was just a lot of chaos of everyone opening presents, eating breakfast, and hanging out. My Grandparents came back to spend the day with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  My favorite gift I got was my new camera! Now I have a good camera so hopefully I will now take a lot more pictures since I have been lacking good ones lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  After my siblings with kids left, Chantell and Jarem brought out Rock Band and we had a lot of fun.. :) (I had a video I was going to show but it won't upload. I mostly wanted to show how great of drum players my grandparents are and how my dad was made for singing in a band.. But I guess the picture down below will just have to do for now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*  I took a nice 2 hour nap after rocking out and then was lazy the rest of the day. I ended up hanging out with Christal and her boyfriend all night..&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;And that was my Christmas! I just can't believe it's already over.. But here are some of the few pictures I have from my Christmas weekend.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4Wd4ADeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/76ugwGNJUQY/s1600/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4Wd4ADeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/76ugwGNJUQY/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555463205221830114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4WLWXmTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Ld8sWCEg6rA/s1600/DSCN0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4WLWXmTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Ld8sWCEg6rA/s320/DSCN0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555463200248928562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4Wd4ADeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/76ugwGNJUQY/s1600/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4Vo6dokI/AAAAAAAAA7E/FgW5y-m3nXk/s1600/DSCN0001%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4Vo6dokI/AAAAAAAAA7E/FgW5y-m3nXk/s320/DSCN0001%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555463191005078082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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 style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4VaN6qNI/AAAAAAAAA68/W01u-1p6vxg/s1600/100_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRj4VaN6qNI/AAAAAAAAA68/W01u-1p6vxg/s320/100_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555463187060140242" style="cursor: pointer; 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He was the kid everyone liked. But then he moved away and I hadn't seen or heard from him until two weeks ago when he found me on Facebook. I couldn't believe it. After saying hey and asking how I've been (which is a funny question since that means how have I been over the past 15 years..) he shocked me by asking me out. I mean really? Who moves that fast? Just because we liked each other in kindergarten doesn't mean anything now that we're 20! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*   A couple of nights ago I had a dream about Tobin and now I can't get him out of my mind. It brought back a lot of the memories we had together. And strange as it may seem, I miss him a lot. Now don't start jumping to conclusions. I don't think I miss him in the aspect of wanting to date him again. I just miss my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*   Today I went to lunch with my bestfriends from my childhood- Ellen, Marissa, Abbey, and Deedee. It was &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; good to catch up with all of them and reminisce about the good ol' days where we didn't have to worry about anything. I love them all so much and am glad we still keep in touch! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*   I went to my sisters basketball game today at Skyline and got to see their Drill team perform at half time. It made me sad. I really do miss it. At least the dancing part- not so much the drama that came with it. But I did love dancing and performing. It just brought back all the memories of early morning practices, competitions and how awesome our moms were in the food they provided for us, how crazy our year end shows were, and many more.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just can't believe that life was 2 1/2 years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Time sure does fly by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3247067854221358828-2592466901615736218?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2592466901615736218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2592466901615736218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2592466901615736218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2592466901615736218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='Trip down memory lane'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2884372584879308779</id><published>2010-12-20T22:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:17:22.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have had a lovely break so far. Goodness I love being home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I spent last Saturday playing with Christal. We were bums all day until we were joined by Marcie to go Christmas shopping. And can I just say what great luck we had that night! Seriously, I don't think I've ever had a better time shopping because we found exactly what we wanted so fast. It was a very fun and successful girls night out :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went shopping again today and didn't have as great of luck which was a bummer. But I got to spend the whole day with my dad so it didn't matter that we didn't find anything! I enjoyed our little daddy daughter day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Other than shopping, the last few days have consisted of family parties! Last night was my mom's side and it was very different from past ones. I have my two closest cousins on that side and this year one is in the MTC and the other is engaged so her boy was there too. It was just weird to not have the three of us there getting the same gift from the grandparents and hanging out. Instead, I was just the third wheel. Lame I know. But I do love my cousins fiance (I definitely approve Camille :) ) so it really wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh, and I have the cutest grandparents ever who gave me an electric blanket because they must know how &lt;b&gt;cold&lt;/b&gt; I get in Logan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tonight was the family party with my dads side and those parties have never been the same since my grandma passed away. They are still fun and nice to see everyone- cause it's not like we share our backyard with half of them.. haha but we still have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just glad that I get to be home to spend all this time with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean, look at them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRBFPWD6BnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/65VihmxldZs/s1600/Fam%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRBFPWD6BnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/65VihmxldZs/s320/Fam%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553014470470141554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;can you blame me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&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/3247067854221358828-2884372584879308779?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2884372584879308779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2884372584879308779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2884372584879308779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2884372584879308779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/mi-familia.html' title='Mi Familia'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TRBFPWD6BnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/65VihmxldZs/s72-c/Fam%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-185073088153365641</id><published>2010-12-17T23:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:56:06.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halle-freakin-lujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finals week is over!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pretty sure that was the most stressful and sucky finals week I've had so far. And although all the hours of studying didn't pay off as well as you'd think they should, I still passed all my classes which is all that counts right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just glad it's break time and I can stop thinking about school for a few weeks. It feels wonderful to actually be able to read my book, watch a movie, sit on my computer and blog, or do whatever I want to without feeling guilty about not studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It also just feels good to be home again. I can play with my family without trying to cram it into a weekend. I can go to my sister's basketball games. I can watch my brother's break dancing performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I can gossip with my mom. I can help and spend time with my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I can play with and babysit my adorable nieces and nephews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mmm yep. This break is going to be a break that I definitely need.&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/3247067854221358828-185073088153365641?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/185073088153365641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=185073088153365641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/185073088153365641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/185073088153365641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/halle-freakin-lujah.html' title='Halle-freakin-lujah'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6602526511197473100</id><published>2010-12-10T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:56:36.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menaces to Society..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;School is taking up my life right now and I'm pretty sure I've lost my mind. I keep meaning to get on here and post but I feel guilty doing things other than studying. So I'll be back in a week when finals are over. But for now I just want to share this vid with you. I find it hilarious. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84u5k4bboU4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84u5k4bboU4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-6602526511197473100?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6602526511197473100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6602526511197473100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6602526511197473100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6602526511197473100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/12/menaces-to-society_10.html' title='Menaces to Society..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-1616842143479673005</id><published>2010-11-28T18:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:16:58.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I have had a really good break. It was definitely something I needed. It even started earlier than I planned because of the "blizzard". I had planned to go home Wednesday but the "huge blizzard" that was to come resorted in campus closing Tuesday which therefore cancelled my class that day making it so that I could head home before any storm started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Now all I have to say is Utah definitely knows how to overreact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I got home Tuesday and mostly just sat around all day. I had to do a lot of reading to take a test online for one of my classes, but that's about all I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wednesday I did more sitting around being lazy. Christal and I watched a lot of TV while I let her curl my hair. I then went and spent the night hanging out at my brother Nate's. They headed to Seattle for Thanksgiving so I went to play with them before they left. So I had fun playing with them. Gracie actually wanted to snuggle with me too! She's the cutest thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thursday- the day of Thanks. I thought about doing that typical Thanksgiving post that everyone seems to do.. but I decided against it. Mostly because I didn't get on my computer. But my Thanksgiving was wonderful. My dad and I sat down and watched an old BYU vs Utah game from 4 years ago. It was on TV and it's sad to say that I still got super into it and at times I was stressed even though I already knew the outcome.. That just tells you how much I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; BYU football. I'll get back to that topic later though when I talk about the game that went on on Saturday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We weren't able to finish watching the game because it was time to go to the church for lunch, so we made sure we recorded it since the ending of that game is the best ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnJbeswDpVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnJbeswDpVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pretty sure the next day we watched this ending like 100 times and it still gave me chills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So anyways, we went to the church for lunch, which I've got to say was weird. I don't remember ever having Thanksgiving lunch/dinner at a church. The funniest part about it is that we had at first cancelled having Hansen Thanksgiving because our family is getting too big, so when we decided to do it this year and have it at a church, most people couldn't come so there really wasn't a need for a church.. But I gotta say I loved that we decided to have it anyways. It was so good to be with my cousins :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a good time together stuffing our faces and then napping afterwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLdiZF7I/AAAAAAAAA54/VnOSQP2Pu50/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLdiZF7I/AAAAAAAAA54/VnOSQP2Pu50/s320/Thanksgiving%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544790056781813682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We really might have been able to sleep if people would've stopped taking pictures of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLEaDoJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/1SOu1dsWkkA/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLEaDoJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/1SOu1dsWkkA/s320/Thanksgiving%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544790050035966098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLv4jYZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/b7eQzGaS1sE/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLv4jYZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/b7eQzGaS1sE/s320/Thanksgiving%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544790061706600850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After we all ate and visited for a while, we cleaned up and headed home. I hung out with my mediate family at home for a while and we watched How to Train Your Dragon. If you haven't seen that movie- go see it! I love it! And you just might want a pet dragon when you finish.. anyways, it was fun to hang out with them before a night of misery started..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, so misery might be a little too over the top to describe my Black Friday experience. It started out fun but definitely ended in me not enjoying life and just wanting sleep. So I let my friends talk me into going shopping with them. I thought it might be fun and had my past black friday experiences in mind and didn't think it would be that bad.. I guess it all comes down to me not believing them when they said they were shopping all night long.. So it started at 9pm at Fashion Place and ended when I got home at 7am. So you can imagine my misery after 10 hours of shopping when I don't even like one hour! No, it wasn't all that bad until about 4:30 when I really decided I was done and tried sleeping in the car while everyone else continued to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMO2_CAJoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/0817SC98RuA/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMO2_CAJoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/0817SC98RuA/s320/Thanksgiving%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544791904018769538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We got our faces painted before leaving Fashion Place. That might have been the highlight of my night.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMO2p6FQ4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/2DuqM1vSPvg/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMO2p6FQ4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/2DuqM1vSPvg/s320/Thanksgiving%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544791898348405634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So after getting home at 7 in the morning, I pretty much slept all day Friday. I woke up and showered and when I went upstairs, my mom started talking about getting ready for the missionaries to come over for dinner. That was weird. Who wants to think of dinner only a couple hours after waking up? haha so the missionaries came over for dinner and I was my awkward self again. I just feel like I can't talk to missionaries since they are my age. So it was a long two hours. After dinner I went out hung out with my old friends from Olympus. We went and saw the lights at Temple Square which is always a good time. It was super cold though so we didn't last long. Just enough time to make the rounds and then head home to enjoy some hot chocolate and just hang out like the good ol' days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sooo Saturday.. what a depressing day.. ugh. I went over to my cousin's house to watch the big game since we don't have cable at my house. It was a big family get together and the first of the game was fairly boring. Then it got intense and retarded. A &lt;b&gt;horrible&lt;/b&gt; call by dumb refs plus &lt;b&gt;terrible&lt;/b&gt; playing on BYU's part at the very end lead to Utah winning by one point! I just have to point out that BYU out played Utah the entire game and Utah got lucky. And that's all I'm going to say about this game because I've already done enough arguing haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today (Sunday) was my cousin Stacey's farewell. I can't believe she is really going. It's going to be crazy with her gone for a year and a half! But it is going to be very good for her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMY7WfhX-I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GPLbxr4GBYE/s1600/Stacey%2527s%2BFarewell%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMY7WfhX-I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GPLbxr4GBYE/s320/Stacey%2527s%2BFarewell%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544802974152351714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now I should be back in Logan.. but it's snowing. It's been snowing ALL day. So I've decided to try driving in the morning when maybe it'll clear up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Normally I'd say I love lots of snow like this, but not when I have a trip back to Logan I have to make.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't like planning my life around the weather.&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/3247067854221358828-1616842143479673005?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/1616842143479673005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=1616842143479673005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1616842143479673005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/1616842143479673005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TPMNLdiZF7I/AAAAAAAAA54/VnOSQP2Pu50/s72-c/Thanksgiving%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6025757962373461943</id><published>2010-11-28T17:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:09:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not an HP nerd.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;Sooo I was searching for new backgrounds now that winter is here and I found this gem. I was going for a Christmas looking one or just winter/snowy theme but I guess Harry Potter works too :) I quite enjoy it. The only thing that really bugs me is that you can't even see Harry. It depends on how big your screen is.. but you get the gist of it either way.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3247067854221358828-6025757962373461943?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6025757962373461943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6025757962373461943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6025757962373461943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6025757962373461943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-hp-nerd.html' title='I&apos;m not an HP nerd.. :)'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4975388940676935976</id><published>2010-11-23T22:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:35:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random list of whatever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Harry Potter 7 movie was actually really good. I was very pleased with it. I just hate that I have to wait till July to see the ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* It's great to come home and hang out with my sister Tiff and baby Q. Doesn't make me excited at all to have a baby of my own.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(and just in case anyone didn't realize, that comment was sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I love BYU football. Sorry fellow USU students- I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Seeing old friends get home from their mission really makes me miss the old days. And just makes me want the rest to get home right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Blizzard warning in Utah that actually cancelled school was amazing and I didn't think it was even possible. But it allowed me to come home earlier than expected even though once the blizzard hit, it was pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Being home for Thanksgiving is wonderful. I need this nice break from school before the stress of finals begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I will be having Thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family which I am stoked for since we had originally decided to cancel Hansen Thanksgiving due to the large growth of everyone's families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I haven't seen baby Brigham since the hospital so I'm excited to see him some time this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Tangled comes out tomorrow and I'm excited to see that. Rylee and I planned to see it before I went home but once class was cancelled, I made a quick departure from Logan to beat the storm- which did I mention was pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I have a couple guy friends trying to talk me into participating in Black Friday with them. Shouldn't that be the other way around..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I don't like shopping. Therefore Christmas shopping is hard and always creates stress for me. I'd maybe be able to enjoy it a little if I had ideas of what to get people and actually had the money to buy those things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Christmas music should not be listened to until &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I've realized I tend to want what I can't have. And it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* So much drama can come from the tiniest thing that people just blow out of proportion and make a bigger deal than it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Being a people pleaser is not always a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* This is my 100th post. I'm amazed I have found that many things to write about.&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/3247067854221358828-4975388940676935976?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4975388940676935976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4975388940676935976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4975388940676935976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4975388940676935976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-list-of-whatever.html' title='Random list of whatever..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2632093929760110506</id><published>2010-11-16T20:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:01:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quidditch? Sign me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;This is just too good that I can't pass up the opportunity to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;And yes- it is &lt;b&gt;extremely &lt;/b&gt;nerdy so I warn you now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=13281781"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and watch the video before proceeding to read the rest of this post. Failure to do so will result in utter confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;My sister was so wonderful in sending this gem to me today. It definitely made my day &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much better. I can't stop laughing. And I can't figure out if I'm laughing because it's such a great idea or it really is pathetic that someone actually came up with a way to play it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous I didn't think of it first.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;haha but seriously- you can't tell me you watched that video and didn't find any joy from it. Whether that joy was from excitement or from making fun of it, it doesn't matter, it was still joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My favorite part is the snitch. I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; that they have someone just run around. I also love their brooms that they just hold between their legs. What I don't get is why they don't actually look like brooms. You'd think they'd want to have them look like brooms to make the game seem more real.. Oh well. I still love the whole idea. And y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;ou better believe I will be attempting to play this game in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyone want to join me? :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/3247067854221358828-2632093929760110506?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2632093929760110506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2632093929760110506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2632093929760110506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2632093929760110506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/quidditch-sign-me-up.html' title='Quidditch? Sign me up!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3178496735951185525</id><published>2010-11-14T21:18:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:16:57.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly losing my mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The past couple of weeks have been a little hard for me. I've been really stressed with school and have so many things on my mind that I'm going crazy. I feel like I can't even write this post because my mind has too much to think about that I can't focus on any one thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pathetic I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been sick too which always makes matters worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So in other words, I just haven't been myself and I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The good news is that I only have to survive until Thursday and then I can finally relax a little, gain some sanity, and have some fun. And that fun definitely starts with Harry Potter!! You better believe I am going to see the movie at midnight fully dressed up in my Hogwarts attire :) and then I get to spend the weekend at home! I can't believe I have actually stayed in Logan for two weekends in a row! I'm sure excited to see my family- especially my nieces and nephews..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TODIipf2DhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wxaaWRkOPQA/s1600/Dress%2Bup%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TODIipf2DhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wxaaWRkOPQA/s320/Dress%2Bup%2Btime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539648039246237202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(thanks to Chantell for this picture that I stole from Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wouldn't you miss them too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-3178496735951185525?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3178496735951185525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3178496735951185525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3178496735951185525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3178496735951185525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-losing-my-mind.html' title='Slowly losing my mind..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TODIipf2DhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wxaaWRkOPQA/s72-c/Dress%2Bup%2Btime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5682286508728735665</id><published>2010-11-06T11:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:07:52.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HvZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well guys, I survived being a human up until the last second. I went the whole week avoiding the big parts of campus and made it to all of my classes safe and sound. I attended some missions and survived those too. At least until the final one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes. I died. Right before entering the last safe zone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There I was. A couple feet away. And out of nowhere a zombie appeared and caught a hold of me. There was nothing I could do. I started undergoing a weird change. I was all of a sudden hungry. Hungry for human flesh..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha ok- don't judge- I'm really not that nerdy. The game actually turned out to be lame. I was disappointed with it. It started out fun and entertaining, but when people lie and cheat and become violent, it's not worth playing. I guess they didn't understand that it was just a &lt;b&gt;game &lt;/b&gt;and thought it was real or something. It wasn't organized very well either so it was all just a big let down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friends and I have decided we will play our own little games of HvZ. We figured it'd be a lot more fun playing with people we know won't be idiots about things. Maybe that will make up for the disaster the campus one turned out to be.&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/3247067854221358828-5682286508728735665?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/5682286508728735665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=5682286508728735665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5682286508728735665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5682286508728735665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/hvz.html' title='HvZ'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-3472213541590216664</id><published>2010-11-01T18:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:35:10.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Halloween. It has always been one of my favorite holidays. I just love dressing up in fun costumes, watching scary movies, going to haunted houses and corn mazes, seeing all the cute little kids in their costumes, carving pumpkins, and eating lots of candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year, I will have to sadly admit that it was not the best. Of course when I wanted this year to top last year, it doesn't. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started my Halloween Friday night when I went home. There was a Ukraine party at my house (for the Save a Child Foundation which is the reason I have my adopted brother Austin). So I hung out with family for a bit at that party- got some free food and went through the haunted barn attic. Then my friend Chase invited me to go to the LDS Frat party. I invited Christal to come along since I wanted to hang out with her and her friends were being lame. So we got mine and Rylee's costumes and Chase came to pick us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xT509lDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FHepErwOPM0/s1600/Halloween+2010++2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xT509lDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FHepErwOPM0/s320/Halloween+2010++2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767053816042546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went to Cheri's to get her and then all of a sudden she changed the plan on us and we ended up at Hallo-funka-ween instead. Yeah don't worry- it was just a &lt;b&gt;big slutty dance party&lt;/b&gt; that we had to pay &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt; to get in. It wasn't too bad at the beginning since we got there right when it started so we had some fun dancing by ourselves, but once it got crowded, that's when the sluts started showin up and all the perverted guys that just want to get all up on you. I hate when dances get this way and it made it even worse when I invite and expose my 15 year old sister to them! Don't worry though, I took initiative and called the greatest friend ever (Michael) to come pick us up after it got too much to handle. So we left and after I apologized a million times to Christal, we just went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday came around and I had to mow lawns for the&lt;b&gt; last time&lt;/b&gt;! Thank goodness! Now maybe I'll actually get to stay in Logan for a full weekend..? haha but I spent most of the day hanging out with my fam until Chase and Stacey were ready to head up to Logan for the &lt;b&gt;Howl&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We got to Logan and stopped for dinner and ice cream before we headed to Rylee's apartment. Once there, we sat around forever waiting for everyone to get ready. Grease was on TV which was fun to watch. I used to love that movie when I was younger. Anyways, finally at 10 everyone was ready to go so we headed up to campus and found out that there was the craziest line. We ended up waiting in line for &lt;b&gt;two hours&lt;/b&gt; only to be inside for an &lt;b&gt;hour&lt;/b&gt;! Yeah- definitely &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; worth it. I was reminded again why I had refused to go last year. I don't know why I let my friends convince me that it might be fun this year.. it wasn't. I'm not a fan of the big gross sweaty dance parties. I love to dance but not when all you can do is jump up and down because there are too many people surrounding you. I don't know why we call it a dance. I'd rather dance like they do on Grease! That's at least fun and you're not worried about nasty guys thinking they can grind up on you. So yeah, the &lt;b&gt;Howl=sucky&lt;/b&gt; Halloween activity. Once it was over, we all just came back home and sat around forever doing nothing but watching infomercials.. yeah don't ask me why no one changed the channel.. and then finally at 3 I went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you see why this Halloween kinda &lt;b&gt;sucked&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Don't get me wrong- I did have fun with the people I was with. And I did have fun dressing up as Hermione. I can't believe it has taken me &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; long to be someone from HP!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUxqI1eI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eH7XW47gTmA/s1600/Halloween+2010++7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUxqI1eI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eH7XW47gTmA/s320/Halloween+2010++7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767068803028450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUxqI1eI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eH7XW47gTmA/s1600/Halloween+2010++7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUvDUQlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OHeCtJjax-U/s1600/Halloween+2010++5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUvDUQlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OHeCtJjax-U/s320/Halloween+2010++5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767068103328338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUvDUQlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OHeCtJjax-U/s1600/Halloween+2010++5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUZj4UtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-nWX3TInpRQ/s1600/Halloween+2010++4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xUZj4UtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-nWX3TInpRQ/s320/Halloween+2010++4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767062334329554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then on Sunday, actual Halloween, it didn't get better. Mostly just because it's Sunday and you can't really do too much partying. I actually forgot it was Halloween. I did watch a scary TV show though. Ok, so it wasn't actually scary, but disturbing. Anyone heard of the show Sister Wives? If you haven't- it's about a &lt;b&gt;polygamist&lt;/b&gt; family. Yeah I don't get how women can actually allow their husband to marry another woman and be ok with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that was my Halloween weekend. Definitely not what I wanted it to be. But I guess it is somewhat continuing on because of a &lt;b&gt;Humans vs. Zombie&lt;/b&gt; game I am playing this week on campus. Brief explanation: there were about 800 humans and 1 zombie to start the week off. We all have bandannas, humans wear them on their arm or leg and zombies wear them on their head. Humans can stun a zombie with sock balls and nerf darts. Yes I agree it is pretty nerdy, but you have to admit it sounds awesome right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I survived &lt;b&gt;day 1. &lt;/b&gt;Guess we'll see what tomorrow brings with now up to almost &lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; zombies.. yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wish me luck! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM90HRhVfWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Eg-L22e99M8/s1600/Zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM90HRhVfWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Eg-L22e99M8/s320/Zombie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534770135372758370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and in case anyone was wondering- I still hate the Post Office with a passion.&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/3247067854221358828-3472213541590216664?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/3472213541590216664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=3472213541590216664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3472213541590216664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/3472213541590216664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TM9xT509lDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FHepErwOPM0/s72-c/Halloween+2010++2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-754225517998258774</id><published>2010-10-25T22:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:59:58.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I live in Logan??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So pretty sure I had a great weekend. I went home once again for a couple reasons: the birth of a new nephew, the blessing of another nephew, a sister's birthday, and an added bonus of a date with someone who I may or may not have a big crush on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got home Friday and first visited the hospital to see the newest member of the Milne family- Brigham. And yes Brigham as in Brigham Young University. Perfect name for the son of my brother- and if you know my brother, you know just how perfect it really is haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMY-mf87zjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/JZ9FV8VnE_0/s1600/Brigham+Milne.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMY-mf87zjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/JZ9FV8VnE_0/s320/Brigham+Milne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532178023404260914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I spent Friday night babysitting Lucy and Benny (who are the siblings of the new baby) and we had a great time playing together. Once I put them to bed I cleaned the kitchen. I guess it's like a habit of mine now. I seem to always clean the kitchen when I go home. My parents got back from dinner and I ended up talking and watching the news with them the rest of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday came around and although it was raining, we packed up and headed to the BYU game. We were all prepared to be freezing cold and soaking wet but to our surprise it stopped raining right when the game started. It only started to rain again as the game ended! My Uncle Brad decided that God was seeing who the actual die hard fans were that would go to the game even with the threat of getting soaked and then we were rewarded with nice weather :) haha but it really was a fun game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZBsWJH7mI/AAAAAAAAA34/oA1PoB5trM8/s1600/byu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZBsWJH7mI/AAAAAAAAA34/oA1PoB5trM8/s320/byu+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532181422385131106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once we got home, I sat around for a little bit and watched some tv shows. Austin took me outside and showed me the haunted house that is being made in our barn. It looks like it is going to be pretty good when it's finished- too bad I won't actually get to see it though. I then went back into the house and played the piano to pass the time until Tyrell came to pick me up for our date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a lot of fun with Tyrell. We went to a corn maze with his singles ward followed by a fire at his house so we could roast hot dogs and mallows. We ended the night watching an older movie with Audrey Hepburn in it which was fun. It was supposed to be scary, and according to my mom it is, but I didn't think so. And then he took me home and we had to say goodbye with not knowing when we'd get to see each other again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do I always like the guys that don't live in Logan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday came around and I went with Rylee to a homecoming. I didn't know the missionary but I tagged along so that Rylee wouldn't have to go alone. Once it was over, she dropped me off and I went to my brother's church because it was the Primary Program. Boy do I love watching Primary Programs. They are the best because kids are the cutest thing! I love it. We got home and got everything ready for the blessing. Tiff decided to just bless Q at our parents house so there was a lot of cleaning and cooking to be done. We did have some entertainment from the kids dressing up in lots of costumes.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZbDU-o3SI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2WydXb3luoM/s1600/Photo-0003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZbDU-o3SI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2WydXb3luoM/s320/Photo-0003_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532209305000402210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZbDU-o3SI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2WydXb3luoM/s1600/Photo-0003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZbDi6uGUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mrIjZgsrZSQ/s1600/Photo-0005_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZbDi6uGUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mrIjZgsrZSQ/s320/Photo-0005_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532209308742064450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, Carson and Benny are in fact in girl costumes :) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then everyone started showing up and we got to witness the blessing of Q and also celebrate Tiff's birthday. It was a great day to be with the whole fam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZcZVYc1MI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ek5MhPvFqmQ/s1600/Baby+Q+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZcZVYc1MI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ek5MhPvFqmQ/s320/Baby+Q+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532210782577415362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZcZVYc1MI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ek5MhPvFqmQ/s1600/Baby+Q+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZeDtMUXPI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gdrcvdw0YRE/s1600/Baby+Q+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMZeDtMUXPI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gdrcvdw0YRE/s320/Baby+Q+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532212610035113202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't have any pics from the blessing so these will have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I need to get better at having my camera with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At one point in the day, I was holding Q and just stared at him for the longest time. Babies are soooo cute when they are struggling between sleep and staying awake. The faces they make are priceless. Boy do I wish I lived closer and could see him every day!! That's my problem- I really don't know why I live in Logan. I go home pretty much every weekend either cause there is some family stuff going on or people that I miss and want to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should've planned that one out better..&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/3247067854221358828-754225517998258774?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/754225517998258774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=754225517998258774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/754225517998258774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/754225517998258774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-do-i-live-in-logan.html' title='Why do I live in Logan??'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TMY-mf87zjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/JZ9FV8VnE_0/s72-c/Brigham+Milne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-71590254793897018</id><published>2010-10-17T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:01:01.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fall break couldn't have come at a more perfect time for me. I definitely needed a break from school to forget all the stress and have some fun. I spent the break at home- shocker right? At first I thought I'd be with my family until I realized a couple days before that they were going to Lake Powell. I wasn't invited. I guess my family really does forget about me.. haha ok so not really. They just assumed I'd have school. I didn't mind anyways because I already had a couple dates lined up for the weekend and of course had lawns that needed mowing- money to be earned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I got home to an empty house Wednesday night which made it nice to have some peace and quiet. I made myself some dinner and then tried to get a hold of some friends to hang out. Chase ended up being the only at home and free to do something so we decided to go to a haunted house. Boy was that fun! I felt it was a lot scarier this year than last year and I'm also pretty sure that once again the guy I was with was more scared than me- which creates a whole new level of entertainment for me :) so it was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvARsIDG4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/S_HfSqmh1ds/s1600/Nightmare+on+13th+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvARsIDG4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/S_HfSqmh1ds/s320/Nightmare+on+13th+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529224377662643074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvAR2y9ApI/AAAAAAAAA10/lOAdyNZ73p8/s1600/Nightmare+on+13th+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvAR2y9ApI/AAAAAAAAA10/lOAdyNZ73p8/s320/Nightmare+on+13th+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529224380526953106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that we came back to my house and watched Date Night. That is a funny movie! I'll be honest in saying it wasn't as funny as I expected but I still enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thursday came around and I decided to be super lazy all day. Tiff did stop by which allowed me to play with Quentin and then even get a chance to babysit him for the first time while she ran an errand. He is just the cutest thing! I can't believe how big he already is! We had a good time together- even though he pretty much slept the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvENemu9qI/AAAAAAAAA3E/DfsJaE7Jm1w/s1600/Photo-0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvENemu9qI/AAAAAAAAA3E/DfsJaE7Jm1w/s320/Photo-0063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529228703360284322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvENjI72eI/AAAAAAAAA3M/8kBEksWsiNg/s1600/Photo-0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvENjI72eI/AAAAAAAAA3M/8kBEksWsiNg/s320/Photo-0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529228704577477090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once they left I continued my super lazy day by listening to a book on tape- the Hungar Games series. (Rylee told me I had to read them even though I still haven't finished Work and the Glory and I must say I am loving them. I'd recommend them to anyone who loves to read). Later that night I went to my friend Karen's reception and got there right as she was leaving. Good timing I know. I was late only because I had to wait for Chase to get back from work. Who wants to go to a reception alone? Not me. I at least got to say hi, congrats and bye and that's all that matters right? We met up with Deedee and Michael who had been part of the wedding and waited for them to help clean up and then we were off to hang out at my house. Chase and I made a little pit stop at Smiths to buy some caramels to make caramel apples. But our little 5 minute stop turned into a lot longer. We got a little distracted by the masks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvEOdb89bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/HBdzeExSQms/s1600/Photo-0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvEOdb89bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/HBdzeExSQms/s320/Photo-0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529228720226497970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvEOssgNHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RsTZztHSUkU/s1600/Photo-0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvEOssgNHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RsTZztHSUkU/s320/Photo-0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529228724322448498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We finally made it home and were joined by Michael Deedee and some other kid whose name I can't think of at the moment.. We made caramel apples and then had fun dancing around the kitchen and just hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up Friday morning and decided to mow some lawns so that I didn't have to do all 11 in one day. So I got a couple done and realized how sucky it is to go by yourself because then its takes a lot longer to finish. Once I decided I was done for the day I came home to shower and be lazy once again. I had planned on going to the mall with Tiff but she got food poisoning that morning and wasn't feeling good. Night time came around and I started getting ready for a masquerade! Earlier in the week I got asked out by a good friend of mine to go to a masquerade with him and I was stoked. It brought memories back from the one I had in my backyard after graduation- which was epic! I mostly just like the fact that it allows you to put on a prom dress and get all pretty again haha. I like any excuse I can have to re-wear some of my dresses from high school. Anyways, Pace came and picked me up and we met up with his sister and her friends and made our way to this party. It was a lot of fun! It could've been a little better if I actually knew people there besides Pace and it was weird to not be at a dance where I had some girlfriends to dance around by, but I still had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBA5lqgGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h6jtUCV6Q54/s1600/Masquerade+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBA5lqgGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h6jtUCV6Q54/s320/Masquerade+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529225188730372194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBBaby8EI/AAAAAAAAA20/-hTucPQQ-Mg/s1600/Masquerade+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBBaby8EI/AAAAAAAAA20/-hTucPQQ-Mg/s320/Masquerade+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529225197547352130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBA1Q779I/AAAAAAAAA2k/8TypBIEroEE/s1600/Masquerade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBA1Q779I/AAAAAAAAA2k/8TypBIEroEE/s320/Masquerade+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529225187569692626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBBt0eEVI/AAAAAAAAA28/FgpWuUwk1K0/s1600/Masquerade+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvBBt0eEVI/AAAAAAAAA28/FgpWuUwk1K0/s320/Masquerade+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529225202751115602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday came around and luckily I have a great friend who volunteered to help me mow lawns. If he wouldn't have helped me, the 4 hours it took us to mow would've meant around 8 hours by myself! I treated him to some Panda for lunch and then we spent a little time with Tiff and Blake who had come over to visit for a while. He left and I quickly showered so I could still hang out with Tiff and Blake. We had a good time sitting around talking  and watching Blake get restless from doing nothing. So they left to go do something and I got ready for my date with Ty. We went and saw Thriller which was amazing like always! Boy do I love that show. It does suck though because I realize how much I really miss dancing. I always leave that show thinking how much fun it would be to be in that production.. But that'll never happen so I guess I'll just have to enjoy watching them every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I went over to Nate and Marcie's house to visit and play with my adorable nieces and nephews. Tiff and Blake joined us too so we all had a good time together. Best part of the night was watching Home Alone 2. Yes, we do know that is a Christmas movie, but for some reason Sadie and Carson had watched it the night before and LOVED it, so of course they had to show us how funny it is. Just picture Carson laughing hysterically and telling us what is going to happen next plus Sadie quoting a swear word, laughing, and asking what it means. Priceless. Then the rest of the fam finally got back from Lake Powell at 10:30 pm so I was able to see them for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;And now my break is over and I better get to bed so I can drive to Logan in the morning and make it on time to class..&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/3247067854221358828-71590254793897018?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/71590254793897018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=71590254793897018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/71590254793897018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/71590254793897018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TLvARsIDG4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/S_HfSqmh1ds/s72-c/Nightmare+on+13th+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2185770600969822653</id><published>2010-10-10T20:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:08:48.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Little Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I've had a rough couple of weeks. There has been some drama going on plus the stress of school. I started writing posts about it all too but after getting some feelings out I realized they don't need to be posted. Who wants to read about me being all depressed or getting angry at people? So I've deleted all of them and am posting some videos that are complete opposite of those emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter what mood I'm in- they always put a smile on my face :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I better give thanks to my brother Nathan for catching these moments on camera and then sending them to me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="319" height="265" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9b5935eea0cffd5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9b5935eea0cffd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E32A35B168FF33265C99585AF99B6021986A600.383D31241C52A57DC7665EAE6B802DD48CA7F654%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9b5935eea0cffd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRHeLnwTsdR_-75VgbnChj6h69h4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="319" height="265" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9b5935eea0cffd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E32A35B168FF33265C99585AF99B6021986A600.383D31241C52A57DC7665EAE6B802DD48CA7F654%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9b5935eea0cffd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRHeLnwTsdR_-75VgbnChj6h69h4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next one happened while they were watching Dancing with the Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one told them what to do- they just did it! 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I don't know how I can really put my feelings down for that game but here goes my attempt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am a BYU fan. I have been my whole life. The fact that I attend Utah State doesn't change my feelings toward BYU. I still cheer them on because as my sister put it: Utah State is my school but BYU is my team. Asking me to go against BYU would be like asking me to change my religion. It just can't be done. So once a year I'm put in a sucky position when it comes to the game in which BYU plays against USU (and I say once a year because football is the sport I care for most when it comes to BYU). The past two years I've worn a neutral shirt- blue. That way I can cheer for both teams without picking a side. But I would be lying if I said I was neutral in my feelings toward which team should win. And the past two years I didn't have to admit that because BYU was the better team anyways. But that all changed this year. Seeing as how USU has been playing very well this season and BYU sucking miserably, I knew it could be a close call. But I was definitely wrong about that. It wasn't a close call at all. USU completely conquered BYU. I was so torn during the whole game. I knew I should be happy for USU but I still couldn't help secretly rooting for BYU to pull through in the end. But it didn't happen. And it left me lost and confused with my feelings afterwards.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday then came around and I was able to forget about the game since I was busy with mowing lawns and trying to be done in time for the afternoon session of conference. I then spent the night with my sister and nephew. I went over to help her with the baby while her husband was at Priesthood session. We had such a good time together! Not only did I get to hold and play with my cute nephew but I was able to just talk and hang out with my sister like we used to when we shared a room together. I forget how much I am like her. We feel the same way about things, we- at multiple times in our lives- had similar boy situations, and we are both clean freaks. So we had a good time catching up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday I had the opportunity to attend the afternoon session of conference. It had been a long time since I went to one. I've decided to now try to go to at least one session every year. It is amazing sitting in that Conference Center in the presence of Thomas S. Monson and all the other Apostles and I want to take as many opportunities to hear them in person as I can! The spirit is so strong in that building. Mmm I just love conference! All the talks are wonderful and teach me so many things I need to hear. I'm going to have to write another post specifically for conference and the certain talks I loved most, but for now I must get to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodnight world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-7389084085906138689?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7389084085906138689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7389084085906138689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7389084085906138689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7389084085906138689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2787201295109032116</id><published>2010-09-27T15:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:09:01.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as of Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of real posts lately. I've been a slacker. So I guess it's about time to give an update on what's been going on in my life the past couple of weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;School is going well. I really struggle with staying focused and on top of things. I guess it's just hard when I don't love accounting so my classes are pretty boring. But I don't want to switch majors and be in school longer than needed and I don't want to be a quitter. So for now I'm going to just try my hardest to really understand accounting and maybe I'll learn to love it. After all, I do like parts of it, even if those parts are small compared to everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My favorite class has got to be my institute class. And I'm not just saying that to be some good little girl trying to win points with people. I really truly LOVE it! It is the one class that doesn't go long enough and that I never want to be over. I never find myself looking at the clock wondering when it'll be over because I'm bored and want to go home. The class is Gospel Doctrines and my teacher is sooo good at helping me understand things in a different way. He goes into depth of things I already know but adds a twist that I had never thought of before allowing things to make a whole lot more sense. He also adds a little bit of humor which always makes learning more interesting and fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I go home pretty much every weekend. I either have mowing to do or family stuff going on. But that's no surprise. I'm known for going home all the time. This last weekend I had a family reunion which was a lot of fun. I always love family reunions. It was a little sad because there weren't as many people there as last year and I was actually able to enjoy myself this year. Last year I had chubby cheeks and was in pain. But oh well. The other sad part about the weekend is that my two closest cousins and I realized this reunion was the last family thing that we'd all be together and single. My cousin Stacey is going on a mission in December and my cousin Camille will most likely get married during that 18 months. Kinda makes me think what I should/will be doing in that time.. but obviously aside from those two points, I had a blast! No matter which family members are present, I always have a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boys are pretty much non-existent in my life right now which I'm fine with. (Meaning boys with potential dating material). I've gone on one date since being up here and was bored out of my mind. Funny thing is, I don't think my date nor the couple we doubled with had any idea. I'm pretty sure they thought I was having a great time. Guess I'm good at faking it so I didn't hurt any feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've made some pretty great new friends- e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ven though I go home on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Rylee's roommates are way fun to hang out with. It's a big change from her roommates last year who didn't like us so much. I've met some good friends in my classes too even if they are guys who just happen to all be from Brigham City. I'm definitely the outsider which they like to point out a lot. Obviously in a joking way otherwise I wouldn't call them my friends. But they're funny and definitely very helpful when it comes to doing homework :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm still on search of a job. No luck yet. I don't want to go back to donating plasma but it's looking more and more like my best option. If I still don't have a job when lawn mowing finally ends then I'll have to donate to keep a flow of cash coming in. I really can't wait until I'm done with school and will have an actual job. Then I might actually be able to enjoy having money instead of watching it disappear towards tuition or books as soon as I get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mmk, I think that's a good summary of what I've been up to lately. I don't want to go on too long and bore any who might actually read this..  :) &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/3247067854221358828-2787201295109032116?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2787201295109032116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2787201295109032116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2787201295109032116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2787201295109032116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-as-of-late.html' title='Life as of Late'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-7144384370751169669</id><published>2010-09-16T17:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:18:50.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate applying for jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rylee and I found our twins who happen to be her two roommates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm now apparently really picky about which guys I want to date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is only a little portion of my major that I actually enjoy but I'm too far along that I don't want to change now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook can create a lot of drama between people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still ramble about nothing when I'm nervous making situations super awkward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All my guy friends are finally coming home from their missions only to now have my girl friends leave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people just don't seem to grow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it up here in Logan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My institute class is the greatest. I absolutely LOVE it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spend way too much of my time on my computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tv shows are starting up again soon and I'm stoked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm excited to go home for the weekend to see my cute little nephew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love football season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're planning on taking a girl out for the first time, make sure you actually PLAN a date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys are confusing (and yes I know girls can be too..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had forgotten how much I love Country music. I'm glad it's back in my life again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister seems to be getting herself into the same sucky dating situation I was in in high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and may possibly go over Christmas break :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm stoked for the 7th HP movie to come out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love fall- leaves changing colors, getting to wear jackets, Halloween and Thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go to sleep earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-7144384370751169669?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/7144384370751169669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=7144384370751169669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7144384370751169669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/7144384370751169669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/recent-thoughts.html' title='Recent Thoughts'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5221599126175689235</id><published>2010-09-13T15:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:36:53.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry it's been a while since I've posted. The first couple weeks of school are always weird for me. I feel like I'm in between two different worlds and it puts me in an awkward mood. I finally get so used to being home and have made so many great friends and love life and then all of a sudden I have to pick up and move back to another place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is always hard for me to move back up to school. Not even just because I'm leaving people I love behind, but because every new year is different. I always have in mind what it was like the year before. Memories come flooding back- good or bad- making you think things might pick up where they left off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that doesn't happen. I have to realize how much I changed over the summer which means everything else may have too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then after two weeks have gone by, I finally adjust back to life in Logan. I accept the changes. I meet new people. I make the best out of life that I can and love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TI6nRZDf_iI/AAAAAAAAA1E/J7c4Jr9P9U4/s400/80%27s+Dance+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516530510800616994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-5221599126175689235?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/5221599126175689235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=5221599126175689235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5221599126175689235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5221599126175689235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TI6nRZDf_iI/AAAAAAAAA1E/J7c4Jr9P9U4/s72-c/80%27s+Dance+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-2650789690174248477</id><published>2010-09-04T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:58:22.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zB9LBFDXiQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zB9LBFDXiQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-2650789690174248477?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/2650789690174248477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=2650789690174248477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2650789690174248477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/2650789690174248477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfectly-lonely.html' title='Perfectly Lonely'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-8912449056826038554</id><published>2010-09-01T15:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:36:31.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;One of my favorite things to do is people watch. People are so interesting and can make great entertainment. It is the best walking around campus because you can easily spot out the freshmen. There are the ones holding up maps, looking confused, and speed walking to wherever they are going. There are the ones who wear their game day shirt because they are stoked to be an Aggie. There are the girls who are all dressed up thinking they are the hottest thing on campus and are super excited about being at college where there are so many older boys to meet. There are the guys, who may or may not be freshmen, that are scouting out all the new cute little girls that are now available to date. There are those who don't even look old enough to be at college. There are so many other descriptions but I think you get the idea now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had some breaks in between my classes and spent some time alone on the quad and had time to watch the people around me. My first realization was that I was the ONLY one alone.. everyone else was a couple. Stupid couples. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for them. They've found someone to be with that loves them. I love being single right now and am enjoying every minute of it but it still isn't fun seeing all these lovey dovey couples around me. Anyways, after I got past being alone, I enjoyed watching the people around me picking out those few I described above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So normally besides walking around campus I love going to all the social events the first week of school. That is when people watching really takes it up a notch because you see all these flirty people. But this year I have yet to spend an evening in Logan. I was home Monday night before finally moving up here at like 9. Last night I went to the John Mayer concert which was SOOO good and a lot of fun to be with my friends. There was actually a couple there that created some major enjoyable people watching moments.. all you have to do is picture a girl taller and bigger than a boy getting all close and almost doing the dirty.. yeah.. the best part was to see peoples faces as they saw the couple.. hahaha anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tonight I went home once again because a best friend of mine was opening her mission call. I have been friends with Ellen since I can remember. I am glad to be able to say we have stayed friends all this time. It was funny to be there hearing her be called as a missionary to &lt;b&gt;Argentina&lt;/b&gt; when I had flashbacks of when we were 5 doing all the crazy things we would do. It's crazy how time flies. I'm so happy for her though! She is such a great example to me. Seeing how happy she is about a mission really makes me consider one. But we'll get to that when the time comes. I still have a couple months to really think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mmk, I better end this post so I can start thinking about school. I haven't really had time to switch my mind to school mode yet and tomorrow is going to be a LONG day of classes and meetings. I'm not looking forward to it. Maybe if I was better prepared for class and had my books.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I may just have to leave that to worry about next week when things calm down a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm such a bad procrastinator..&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/3247067854221358828-8912449056826038554?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/8912449056826038554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=8912449056826038554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8912449056826038554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/8912449056826038554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins..'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-4609694088152417822</id><published>2010-09-01T14:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:06:48.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quentin Brent Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_HUt_u7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/EqMg5O0mo30/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_HUt_u7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/EqMg5O0mo30/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053126489684914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Q was born Monday the 30th around 4:30 weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces and 21 inches long. I stayed home, missing my first day back at school, to be able to see him before I had to be in Logan for a week. I actually almost wasn't allowed to go see him due to a very high heart rate, but the little guy must've known I wanted to see him badly because he recovered a whole lot faster than they expected allowing me to be able to quickly go see him :). So I was the only family member beside the grandparents that got to see him the day of his birth. I'm pretty special :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_JZ9wovI/AAAAAAAAA0g/OIuNUb4myuQ/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_JZ9wovI/AAAAAAAAA0g/OIuNUb4myuQ/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053162257720050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_IljRTbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/oOS1AdoOnDQ/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_IljRTbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/oOS1AdoOnDQ/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053148187970994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_y1MofNI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7go1lhKm01Q/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_y1MofNI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7go1lhKm01Q/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053873942494418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_IZy2DSI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/dFkuivsXFJM/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_IZy2DSI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/dFkuivsXFJM/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053145032068386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_H6y27EI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iv5GQppNYO8/s1600/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_H6y27EI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iv5GQppNYO8/s400/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512053136710626370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest thing ever?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't wait until Friday when I get to go home and actually HOLD him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247067854221358828-4609694088152417822?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/4609694088152417822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=4609694088152417822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4609694088152417822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/4609694088152417822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/09/quentin-brent-nelson.html' title='Quentin Brent Nelson'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TH6_HUt_u7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/EqMg5O0mo30/s72-c/Quentin+Brent+Nelson+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-5591933690774735971</id><published>2010-08-27T23:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:59:28.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So my sister Tiffany is due to have her baby soon and I've been praying for him to come this week so I can see the little boy before I leave for college. Anytime I'd see Tiff I'd talk to the baby and tell him he needs to come early (ha). But even with all of this I had the idea in the back of my mind that he would be stubborn and come right after I leave to Logan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guess I shouldn't have put that idea out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just got home from hanging out and did my usual checking of my e-mail and found I had one from my mom. Turns out Tiff has some weird thing I won't mention and will have the baby MONDAY MORNING!! Really though? That is the WORST day for him to come. It's not like I can miss the first day of class. Any other week besides the first week of school I'd just stay home one more day since I only have one class Monday. And I was going to have Monday be the day I get all settled in (since I'm a procrastinator and won't be moving up till Sunday night anyways) but now I might be tempted to give up some time and money to come home just for the day to be able to see the kid. Otherwise I'll have to wait a couple days and I don't know if I could handle that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;AHHH such bad timing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Although I'm upset with the timing I'm still STOKED for my sister and excited to have another cute nephew in the fam. Even if I don't get to see him the day he's born, I know it's not the end of the world.. haha but I just had to vent for a bit :) )&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/3247067854221358828-5591933690774735971?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/5591933690774735971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=5591933690774735971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5591933690774735971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/5591933690774735971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-timing.html' title='Bad Timing'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6063626823501545892</id><published>2010-08-27T09:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:06:47.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had my last day of babysitting on Wednesday. It was very sad when the day ended and I had to say goodbye knowing I won't see this cute little girl every week anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/THfd7ZCMJXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HmQ5BAl43z4/s400/Photo-0034_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116681513182578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; It was exciting watching her grow up. When I first started, all she did was lay there smiling at you. But now she giggles, rolls over, has a few teeth, is starting to eat solid foods, and is so close to crawling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's crazy and makes me excited for when I will get to experience all that and more with my own kids. But don't worry, as much as I loved being a mom for two days a week, it made me realize I don't want that life anytime soon (which is probably good because I'm no where close to even getting married). But I decided it was like birth control cause I'm not ready for that to be everyday life. It was fun watching her for a couple hours but nice to know I could go home and play with my friends afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I hate saying goodbyes. Especially when I know I could've transferred schools to continue babysitting her. But Logan is where I need to be so I had to say bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really am going to miss her though..&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/3247067854221358828-6063626823501545892?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/6063626823501545892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=6063626823501545892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6063626823501545892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/6063626823501545892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/08/bye-bye-ellie.html' title='Bye Bye Ellie'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/THfd7ZCMJXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HmQ5BAl43z4/s72-c/Photo-0034_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-217333891241549050</id><published>2010-08-19T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:34:17.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend in Midway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is a long one. I tried to keep it short and to the point BUT this blog is pretty much my journal so I had to write enough detail for my sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd give you the heads up. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last weekend was sooo much fun. My friends and I took a spontaneous trip to Midway for the weekend. It all started Wednesday night at Stacey's while we were watching the best show ever- SYTYCD. My Aunt Karen asked if we wanted to go boating Friday morning but none of us sounded too excited to wake up super early to go so then she threw in going up Thursday night to sleepover at their cabin and we were all in. So that was what I was planning on- a fun little trip to Midway to go boating. But then all of a sudden the boys- Chase and Trevor- decided to make a whole weekend out of it. After boating we would spend the rest of the weekend at Chase's cabin. So we did just that and boy was it so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So like I said- the start of the trip was Thursday night- so we all got up to the cabin and first watched the finale of SYTYCD which Stace and I were totally into, the guys- not so much. Then the four of us went to dinner and played at a park for a while which is always a good time. When we finally got back to the cabin we did a little hot tub time before getting all bundled up outside to star gaze and fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVyH9pHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ba5fQAakfi4/s1600/Midway+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVyH9pHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ba5fQAakfi4/s200/Midway+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245210553132146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Morning came and we woke up early to go boating. My second cousin showed up and then we were off to the lake. We spent a good amount of time boating where almost everyone got in and tried stuff. I was the chicken who didn't. It was FREEZING and I'm not the biggest fan of wakeboarding so I passed. I made a good flag girl though :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVZO_EeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PIF1jd72JGw/s1600/Midway+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVZO_EeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PIF1jd72JGw/s200/Midway+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245203871699426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qU98JgkI/AAAAAAAAAxg/cibUlv-2PwE/s1600/Midway+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qU98JgkI/AAAAAAAAAxg/cibUlv-2PwE/s200/Midway+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245196544934466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We got back and my second cousin and Stace had to hurry and leave so that left me and the boys with my Aunt and Uncle. We ate breakfast and cleaned up and then me and the boys thanked them and were off to Chase's cabin. Once we got there, Chase gave a quick tour and then I passed out on the couch while the boys showered. I then almost woke up to a sticky note on my forehead. The guys wanted to go to the store to get some food and weren't sure whether they should wake me up so they planned to put a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sticky note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;forehead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;telling me where they went! Can you believe that? Typical boy move haha. But they decided against it and woke me up. So we went to the store where I taught the boys a little lesson on a lot for very little. I think me being in their lives will help them save lots of money :) haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways, we got back to the cabin where I finally got ready and then we headed to Park City to the Olympic Park because we had free coupons to do the zipline. We got there and decided we were going to pretend we were French. It might have been the funniest thing ever! We had Trevor do all the talking because he actually speaks French. Chase pretended to speak it but threw in some Spanish here and there and I just smiled and didn't say a word because I wasn't sure how good I could pull off faking French. It was funny though to watch people talk slow to us so we could understand what was going on and how excited a girl worker got when Chase did the "French laugh" which Trevor later told us that the French don't actually laugh like that. (I hope you all know what "French laugh" I'm talking about). She told us it made her day. We taught her how to count to 3 in French and then we were off flying down a mountain. Seriously, the best feeling ever! It was sooo much fun. I at first was nervous but there really was nothing to worry about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qj9-dXKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/rsqRYCXTawk/s1600/Midway+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qj9-dXKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/rsqRYCXTawk/s200/Midway+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245454252661922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qjpIMlBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lbDL1aySVc8/s1600/Midway+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qjpIMlBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lbDL1aySVc8/s200/Midway+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245448656360466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qWXvQY4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/n8dwiT0siAc/s1600/Midway+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qWXvQY4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/n8dwiT0siAc/s200/Midway+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245220650050434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once we got down the first time Trevor said he spotted his parents on the ski lift going up. I didn't believe him- but sure enough when we got to the top again to go for our second time, his parents were standing right there! How crazy of a coincidence is that? Neither Trevor nor his parents knew the other were going that day and then to show up at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is just crazy! After we went down the second time, Stacey had come to join us on our third but the park was closing so we decided we'd just have to come back the next day. So we took a little tour of the museum and then we were off to find something to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qkEl4w4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/p4HeZFqlie4/s1600/Midway+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qkEl4w4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/p4HeZFqlie4/s200/Midway+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245456028648322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2s1H7ePgI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_BBJ0iMGJfw/s1600/Midway+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2s1H7ePgI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_BBJ0iMGJfw/s200/Midway+29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247948005522946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVI-K8FI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RDSjBkQfS2g/s1600/Midway+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVI-K8FI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RDSjBkQfS2g/s200/Midway+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507245199506206802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stacey ended up leaving to go home (she had been working in Park City which was why she joined back up with us for a short period of time) so it was just me and the boys again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We went to Red Rock where I'm pretty sure I ate more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; boys. Sad right? Anyways, after dinner we went back to the cabin and spent some time four wheeling which was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2tIZFlWfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/SQ4x1QzRZTk/s1600/Midway+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2tIZFlWfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/SQ4x1QzRZTk/s200/Midway+26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507248279028849138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After that we went to the hot spots- which were crazy hot and I had weird little rashes on my legs- followed then by showers and a movie to fall asleep to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saturday was probably the best day of the whole trip. Mike showed up early in the morning so when I finally got up, we spent some time talking and wondering what we were going to do throughout the day. We decided to first go do some more four wheeling and it created a lot of entertainment. Chase was still getting the hang of driving and would constantly kill it and with Michael on the back made it priceless to watch. My stomach hurt from laughing too much. I then tried driving it and found I'm pretty much a pro- ha ok so maybe not, but I was definitely better than Chase. I only killed it maybe 3 times compared to his hundreds haha. Michael then had had enough so we stopped and then made our way once again to the Olympic Park for some more ziplining. Stacey met up with us there and we went down a couple more times. It wasn't as fun as the day before because the lines were longer and we weren't pretending to be French anymore but we still had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2txfOspUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nPSApPcN56Q/s1600/Midway+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2txfOspUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nPSApPcN56Q/s200/Midway+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507248985052325186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2txfOspUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nPSApPcN56Q/s1600/Midway+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2tw51Vt8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZM3AZPyHwoo/s1600/Midway+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2tw51Vt8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZM3AZPyHwoo/s200/Midway+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507248975013853122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2twksHM7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/GYKcpfLRWDY/s1600/Midway+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2twksHM7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/GYKcpfLRWDY/s200/Midway+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507248969338008498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once we used up the last of our free tickets we headed back to the cabin where Mike and Stacey watched a movie while Chase Trevor and I were back on the four wheelers. By this point in time Chase was getting a whole lot better so he wanted to drive as much as he could. We found a great spot at the top of the mountain to stop and talk while we overlooked the valley. It was pretty romantic.. bahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After we got back, we  made dinner and sat down and had a nice little family dinner. It was cute. And yummy :). Then since me Chase and Trevor made dinner, Stace and Mike cleaned up while we showered. I think Chase and Trevor put something extra in their food though cause they went a little crazy after dinner. They showered together (obviously with swim suits on) and sung as loud as they could. It was quite entertaining. They didn't let the end of the shower stop the singing either and brought it to the kitchen to put on a show for us. We then all joined them and had a fun little dance party for a bit. After that the night just consisted of lots of talking and one big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; game of E.R. where I totally won! It was awesome. But the best part of the night was when Trevor and I scared Mike and Chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; time! I about peed my pants I was laughing so hard. It was a fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Morning came around and we had a nice big breakfast and ended up just cleaning up and talking for a while until it was time to head home. It was a very successful trip and I truly have the greatest friends!&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/3247067854221358828-217333891241549050?l=chelsiemilne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/feeds/217333891241549050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247067854221358828&amp;postID=217333891241549050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/217333891241549050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247067854221358828/posts/default/217333891241549050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsiemilne.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-weekend-in-midway.html' title='My Weekend in Midway'/><author><name>Chelsie Milne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402966768699352609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKu6sksHAC4/TpEbcHzhlYI/AAAAAAAABRk/q4mepPs4uM4/s220/IMG_6952%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TG2qVyH9pHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ba5fQAakfi4/s72-c/Midway+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247067854221358828.post-6290957981712153300</id><published>2010-08-17T15:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:42:23.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have a post coming soon about my amazingly fun weekend, but in the meantime- enjoy some pictures of me Sadie and Carson starting to get into the Halloween spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Yes I do realize Halloween is still two months away but who cares!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TGr_oBlRUnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Fwi0R7rrQr4/s1600/DSCN6011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWaHTM_AdSQ/TGr_oBlRUnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Fwi0R7rrQr4/s200/DSCN6011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506494557498462834" style="cursor: pointer; 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