<?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-5194596675470818475</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:42:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erica Shae</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-8136880550105074764</id><published>2010-08-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:32:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses</title><content type='html'>So my latest summer project is horses. My brothers are into horses, me and my sisters not so much. But I decided that I wanted to try again. So I started helping my brother train this horse and it just got to be to much. So last month my other brother told me that his horse, the one that he has had for tweleve years or longer, he was thinking about selling it. I jumped on that , I love this horse, he is pretty old but he is a really good horse, I rode him yesterday and it had been so long since he had been riden he was troting when I got him in the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working with him but I really want to do it. School is going to start soon and I need something to do this year. It will make the school year barable. Anyway, sorry that I have not been writing much, like I said I have been pretty busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-8136880550105074764?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/8136880550105074764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=8136880550105074764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8136880550105074764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8136880550105074764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/08/horses.html' title='Horses'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-808264099574982153</id><published>2010-06-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:55:44.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parasailing in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>So I have been back from Hawaii for about two and a half weeks. I had so much fun, we went to the beach, snorkling, and alot of other fun stuff. I think the funnest and scariest think that we did was parasailing. What that is, is you sit next to a partner that you pick and the captain gives you a harness to sit in, your harness is straped to a parachute. When you go into the air you sit on the back of the boat and your rope is on a pully system. As you go into the air your a human kite. However, if your rope snaps, you unhook yourself from your parachute and free fall to the water. When you land in the water you swim away from your parachute, if you don't the parachute can drown you. Then they come a pick you up. Our Captain told us that your rope never snaps, it's very rare if it dose. &lt;div&gt;While we were out on the boat another boat had a couple up in the air and their rope snaped. I had second thoughts, but Bailey was with me so I had to be brave for her sake. It was fun but our rope was seven hundred feet in the air. That is taller then the tallest ride at Lagoon, if you can image that. And free falling seven hundred feet into the water, I don't even want to think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love thrills, parasailing is the way to go, if you are scared of hights, well, don't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-808264099574982153?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/808264099574982153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=808264099574982153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/808264099574982153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/808264099574982153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/06/parasailing-in-hawaii.html' title='Parasailing in Hawaii'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-7326427392324989501</id><published>2010-05-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:25:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind in my blog.</title><content type='html'>I know it's been four weeks since I blogged last. I have just been so busy. My parents were in St. George this week so I have been changing sprinklers since Wensday. On Thursday I moved them, it was a nightmare, I had them all put together and I turned them on and they didn't come on all the way, I checked down the line and saw that one pipe had come undone and the end cap had poped off. &lt;div&gt;After spending a good hour putting the pipe back together again, they were running. This morning I went out to change them and I had old faithful in my back feild. Come to find out one of the sprinklers had popped off. So frustrating. My dad came home and we are going to either have to buy a new sprinkler head or barrow one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, I'm very clumbsy. This just goes to show that I should not be trusted with anything breakable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-7326427392324989501?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/7326427392324989501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=7326427392324989501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/7326427392324989501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/7326427392324989501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-behind-in-my-blog.html' title='Falling Behind in my blog.'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-410699394532206630</id><published>2010-04-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:26:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii!</title><content type='html'>So last month my mom decided that she was going to shop for a hawaii trip. She found one and she bought it. So I'm going to Hawaii. Best of all my mom bought my niece a ticket to go with us. We are going next month. I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-410699394532206630?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/410699394532206630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=410699394532206630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/410699394532206630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/410699394532206630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/04/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-3863187732843461109</id><published>2010-03-25T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:45:53.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play is over :(</title><content type='html'>The play is over. I know you might think I'm crazy but I want to do it again. It's weird having so much free time. My family came to see it twice, my brother came and that's the first time he's ever come to see me in a preformance. I know he is really busy but if he reads this I hope he knows how much that ment to me. One thing I can say for my brother, even though he dose not come to things that I'm in, his wife and kids come and that means alot to me to. My nephews were so cute, when I came out on stage I could hear Cy in the audiance saying "Erica's a chicken"! I love that kid to peices. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank my family for supporting me in this play, espically my aunts sherry and jolene. They sent me some junk food and balloons. I had alot of fun. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-3863187732843461109?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/3863187732843461109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=3863187732843461109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3863187732843461109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3863187732843461109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/03/play-is-over.html' title='Play is over :('/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-3592233134419731922</id><published>2010-03-04T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:38:39.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finall week before the play!</title><content type='html'>There is only one more week to go until the play starts. I would say that I'm excited but not really. We are not ready. There are still things that we need to fix and it's hard to get anything done when we are constantly telling kids that they need to stay still. There is one girl with red hair that is really annoying. She causes the most trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I like my part a little more. I didn't think I would be on stage much but I'am. I'm not crazy about my lines but I can't do much about that. I will try and get excited. Tell me to break a Leg. I don't mean that in the literal sense of the word. That's actor lingo for good luck. It's bad luck to say Good luck to an actor or actress. So I hope I "Break a Leg" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-3592233134419731922?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/3592233134419731922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=3592233134419731922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3592233134419731922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3592233134419731922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/03/finall-week-before-play.html' title='Finall week before the play!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-5429739070861573501</id><published>2010-02-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:26:07.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Babies</title><content type='html'>Our family go good news yesterday, my older sister Nikki is going to have a baby! I thought she might be pregnant and not telling us yet. I was right, I'm so excited, that means that we are going to have thirteen grandchildren. I can't beleive it, it seems like yesterday that we had the first one. But with good news comes bad news. My sister-in-law Emily found out that she was pregnant but now she is miscarrying. I feel so bad for her. She always had trouble getting pregnant they were lucky to get the two kids that they have, but one thing about it is she knows that she can get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she can get pregnant soon. Anyway, I will keep you posted on whats going on with the rest of the family later. Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-5429739070861573501?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/5429739070861573501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=5429739070861573501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5429739070861573501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5429739070861573501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-babies.html' title='More Babies'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-7204066082946780187</id><published>2010-01-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:40:09.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaning pictures</title><content type='html'>If anyone saw the pictures and were slightly confused about what they ment, I will explain. The first two are of my acctuall birthday, My mom, aunt, and I went to Applebees and my aunt told them it was my birthday! I could have died. Our waiter (who by the way was cute), decided that he was going to sing as loud as he could. When he found out how old and that I just got back for Vegas from seeing the Lion King, he told me that he wanted to take his GIRLFRIEND to it, there went my chance of having a guy friend. Oh well. The next are pictures my mom and aunt when we first got to Vegas, that was after we got stuck in the elevator. My aunt and I tried to convince my mom to get in the elevator but she would not get in. Thank goodness she didn't because we got stuck because we were never told that you had to slide in your room key then press your floor number. If you don't then the elevator stops and the lights go off to save energy. When we got stuck it was bad, it was even worse when the lights went off. My aunt and I both said at the sametime (pardon my french) Oh SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;When we finally got out we found stairs and when we got up to our room, we laughed our heads off. The picture of me in front of an actor who plays the adult Simba, that was the night we went to the play, I bought a Lion King shirt and the hotel had a Lion King display, so I had my picture taken. My companions and I walked down to to the Beligo and we went in and they had their christmas decorations up, the reigndeer in the picture are make out of pecans. The last pictures are of me and my mom on the strip. There were a couple of guys in the picture. They told us that they didn't mean to, but by the look of the picture it's obvious that they did it to be funny. Hope you enjoy the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-7204066082946780187?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/7204066082946780187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=7204066082946780187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/7204066082946780187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/7204066082946780187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/01/explaning-pictures.html' title='Explaning pictures'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-2326880776100887901</id><published>2010-01-11T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:01:42.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got in a Play</title><content type='html'>Before school ended right when I was doing finals. I auditioned for the community play. I got a call a week later and I got a part as a chicken. The play is called Honk. It's a musical about the ugly duckling. I was a little disapointed because I got the script and I have one line and I'm in one scean. Oh well. I will just have fun with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-2326880776100887901?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/2326880776100887901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=2326880776100887901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2326880776100887901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2326880776100887901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-in-play.html' title='Got in a Play'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-8994500556446558263</id><published>2009-12-23T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:25:06.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Birthday Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM3REuVaI/AAAAAAAAABg/UUXsYz02vXM/s1600-h/DSC03957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM3REuVaI/AAAAAAAAABg/UUXsYz02vXM/s320/DSC03957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430018288084997538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM29W0bCI/AAAAAAAAABY/NNjF7mwIo9Y/s1600-h/DSC03955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM29W0bCI/AAAAAAAAABY/NNjF7mwIo9Y/s320/DSC03955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430018282792184866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM2UVoJAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CeFUDG6dUEM/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM2UVoJAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CeFUDG6dUEM/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430018271781331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL4mbOtyI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q3Fnv-JxTKQ/s1600-h/DSC03943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430017211484780322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL4mbOtyI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q3Fnv-JxTKQ/s320/DSC03943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL4WnmaqI/AAAAAAAAABA/Z6MVfK3b0-8/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430017207241697954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL4WnmaqI/AAAAAAAAABA/Z6MVfK3b0-8/s320/DSC03929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL32GWxBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BT67b7cvnxE/s1600-h/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430017198512325650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL32GWxBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BT67b7cvnxE/s320/DSC03922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL3dl74xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Pr3y7o8gh8/s1600-h/DSC03918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430017191933895442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL3dl74xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Pr3y7o8gh8/s320/DSC03918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL216DWFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YaC9k1VrVYM/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430017181280852050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tL216DWFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YaC9k1VrVYM/s320/DSC03916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen I have no offically turned 21! I had the funnest Birthday. My mom and aunt took me to Las Vegas. Guess what we did....No don't guess. We went to.......THE LION KING!!!. It was amazing! I have always wanted to see it. I went to New York a few years ago and I wanted to see it so bad. I tried to get tickets in October but I gave up beacause I assumed that it would be gone soon. Boy was I wrong. I took pictures. Hopefully I will have my sister in law help me post them. Hee, Hee,Well more next time. I added pictures finally. Sorry it took so long. Hope you like them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-8994500556446558263?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/8994500556446558263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=8994500556446558263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8994500556446558263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8994500556446558263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-birthday-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Ever'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EvFX-3Tx_A/S1tM3REuVaI/AAAAAAAAABg/UUXsYz02vXM/s72-c/DSC03957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-1556750155810016626</id><published>2009-12-16T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:40:30.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Ends at last!</title><content type='html'>For those who have kept up with my blog even thought I don't update that much, I'm sorry for the long periods of old blogs. For the past couple of weeks I have been finishing school for the semester. I finished last Thursday. It's so nice to be done with school for the time being so I can releax and do whatever. So far I have not been doing much. Just spending time with my sisters and figuring out my birthday. My mom has a suprise planned so far I know that we are going to see a play in Las Vegas that's all I know. I'm very excited. 21, it's hard to beleive a month ago I almost didn't make it to my 21st birthday. Any way have a very merry christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-1556750155810016626?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/1556750155810016626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=1556750155810016626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/1556750155810016626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/1556750155810016626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-ends-at-last.html' title='School Ends at last!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-4415299606051930390</id><published>2009-12-01T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:53:52.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ugg, it's finals week. I can not beleive it. This semester has just flown by. Anyway, it has not been as bad in the past. By that I mean that I had help. Everyone should know that I'm a stubborn person, when I want to do something my self I will do it and I DO NOT want help. Well this year I have changed a little, I have accepted the fact that I can't do things on my own although I wish I could. Anyway, last night my mom and I were working on one of my papers due this week. I get very grumpy when I do a paper, it's so frustrating. My mom had been helping quite a bit and finally she got impacient with me and had me leave the computer in a manner of speaking. I just moved a side and let her do her thing. That's the nice thing about my mom she sticks with things, if I get the least bit flustered I just get up and leave. When I got done at work today I called her and she said that she finished it! She told me that she wanted me to prove read it. I can't beleive it. I love her so much, she is my best firend I don't know what I would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over for the semester and my birthday is coming up. YES! I don't know what I'm going to do, my mom won't tell me, she just told me that if we go somewhere I need to pack and not question it. Okay, I like surprises. I have never had a suprise party before so this should be fun. Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-4415299606051930390?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/4415299606051930390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=4415299606051930390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4415299606051930390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4415299606051930390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals.html' title='FINALS!!!!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-2614549919748146029</id><published>2009-11-12T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:38:31.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head on</title><content type='html'>This is not easy for me to do, but I feel like that if I write about it, it will be easier to forget. On Tuesday morning I was on my way to price and my honda was out of gas so my mom told me to take the prious. The Toyota Prious is a Hybrid car that my dad bought a couple of years ago and he loved that car. Anyway, I had a hard time backing out of the drive way and my mom told me just to take my car, but I refused beacause I would not have time to get gas on my way. So I finally made it out of the drive way, I almost took the short cut but I didn't want to get the car dirty. I was on the molen road and I almost ran into a group of deer that should have been my first clue that something was going to go wrong. I turned on the highway, as I turned my phone had been sitting on the center consel and it fell to the ground, I was looking to see where my phone fell and the next thing I know I'm in the wrong lane and half the car is laying on the road. I of course went in to shock, I got out and the guy I hit just happened to be a coal truck and huge one. I tried to call my mom but I could not get her, so I called my dad and broke the bad news to him. I was on the brink of a nervous break down when he told me that it was not about the car it was about my safty. "You could've been killed". The next thing that happened was that my mom pulled up, my dad had called her. She hugged me crying well we were both crying, lucklie I was not seriously hurt. If you could have seen the car, it really was a mircle that I suivived. After this happened I'm a carefull driver especaially now. My family began calling me that afternoon checking on me and making sure that I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;This accident made me realize that was matters to me most in the world is my family. I always said that I was not going to be the one to wreck that car, irronically it was me. I kept thinking that my dad would never forgive me that he would hold this against me for the rest of my life. I talked to him that night and he said "Honey, I'm just glade your okay, I could care less about that car." I had been wondering for a long time if I was just here, that  I didn't matter much to my family. I firmly beleive that I'm the spice in my families life. At least for my parents, they always tell me that they could not live without me. I firmily beleive that Heavenly Father is real he saved my life, I'm so thankful for what I have I could not ask for a better life. During the Thanksgiving holidays think about what you are thankful for and be thankful that you have what you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-2614549919748146029?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/2614549919748146029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=2614549919748146029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2614549919748146029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2614549919748146029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/11/head-on.html' title='Head on'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-5987000808775431101</id><published>2009-11-07T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:35:43.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating Blog (Finally)!</title><content type='html'>Most have been checking to see if I have updated my blog, I'm sorry. You have to understand that I'm a full time college student and I'm working. I work at the college library, I have to say that I thought that working there would help me make firends. So far no luck. When I went to see if they had a job, I was not expecting much. Last year I applied and I didn't get anything and now well, I don't want to say that I didn't want the job but I had given up on it and was just hoping that I would get a maybe or a no. That was not the case, when I went in my boss said that they had one spot left and then chewed me out for not applying sooner. Like I said I had given up, so I had not expected her to say that I could have the job. Unfortenatally, it's the one shift that nobody wanted and I'm not suprised. 8:00am to noon. With me living an hour away I have to wake up earlier then I would like. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that next time I'm not going to apply unless I know that I will get a better shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-5987000808775431101?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/5987000808775431101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=5987000808775431101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5987000808775431101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5987000808775431101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/11/updating-blog-finally.html' title='Updating Blog (Finally)!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-978367637684176660</id><published>2009-07-07T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:57:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Phone :(</title><content type='html'>So I was riding my new bike to work today and when I got to work I realized that my phone was gone. I called my Aunt and she told me she would look for it before she went to work. Around noon she called my work and told me that she had found my phone and it had been run over by a car. Amazingly it still made calls and calls could come through. My screen is messed up and I can only see about an inch and a half of my screen.&lt;br /&gt;Its really dented and scratched. But I'm just glade we found it and it sort of works. My mom told me that when I get the money I'm going to have to get a new phone. It's going to be expensive because I have only had the phone for a year and a half I'm not up for a new phone for another year.&lt;br /&gt;We will just have to see what happens with it and if it holds up for another year. I feel really bad my phone is like my best firend and it's like I abused it. It's almost like letting my own child get run over by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well it's not the end of the world but my connection to the world will be striped away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-978367637684176660?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/978367637684176660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=978367637684176660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/978367637684176660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/978367637684176660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-poor-phone.html' title='My Poor Phone :('/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-356883933077252730</id><published>2009-07-07T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:50:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bike!!!!</title><content type='html'>You will never beleive this. I finally got that bike that I wanted. Last week was the best week ever. It started on Monday when I found out that I got a job at the Ferron Library, that same day the movie I had ordered came in the mail. Tuesday I started work and I found out that my bike that I orderd had come in. I was so excited! So Wensday, my parents went to Provo and got it and on Thursday I rode it to work. Everyone that saw it was in awe of it.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was the best week ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-356883933077252730?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/356883933077252730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=356883933077252730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/356883933077252730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/356883933077252730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-bike.html' title='New Bike!!!!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-6842521234196318914</id><published>2009-06-18T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:01:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer At Last</title><content type='html'>Sorry It's been so long. I have been so busy that my sister-in-law wonders why I do a blog. I try to keep up with it but I don't have any pictures to put on so it's not colorful or interesting. I have just finished my second year of college and debating on weather or not I should start another year. First and for most I have to find a job eventually, it's been a nightmare trying to find one but if at first you don't successed try try again.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have to make this short, but I have places to be and things to do. Don't give up on me yet, I will be better I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-6842521234196318914?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/6842521234196318914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=6842521234196318914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/6842521234196318914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/6842521234196318914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-at-last.html' title='Summer At Last'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-4403116553465588063</id><published>2009-03-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:39:59.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I have been on spring break for the past week, most teens my age would be going out of town and doing something fun, not me. The first weekend was fun, I went to Salt Lake to see my sister for her birthday and we went to a St. Patty's day Parade, No kidding that Parade went on for two hours. Crazy I know. After that my mom got a phone call from my Grandpa and come to find out he had fallen and broken his hip. So my mom and I rushed to St George to see him and take care of my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;That was not the only reason we were there, I needed to get teeth implants. That was Tuesday, due to a series of unfourtenent events, when they gave me the sleep medicen I had a hard time breathing and then when they tried to put me deeper, I stopped breathing! Not to Worry I'm doing great. So they had to push my surguary back one day and I had to go to a surgical center and they had to put a breathing tube in my nose so that they didn't have to worry about my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I went home on Thursday and I was so swollen, I looked like half a chipmunk. Don't worry. I'm doing good now and I'm back at school. I wish I could do my Spring Break over again. Other than that I'm doing good. I promise I will update more offten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-4403116553465588063?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/4403116553465588063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=4403116553465588063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4403116553465588063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4403116553465588063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/03/crappy-spring-break.html' title='Crappy Spring Break'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-9138421871756493784</id><published>2009-01-28T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:38:16.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love for my family</title><content type='html'>As I have gotten older, I notice how much my family dose for me. Being a teenager, you always look at the down side of things never the positive. Recently, my mom found some old movies of when all of my siblings were home. While watching them, I noticed how much my family loved me. Not just threw how they acted around me, but how much they did for me. When I was little, I was the queen bee. Everyone loved me and got treated me like a queen. I'm surprised that no one insisted that they carry me in a basket. Or in my own personal little house that would be used to cart me around. By watching those movies, I have come to appriceate my brothers and sisters, my brother-in-laws, sister-in-laws(yes, Julie this means you :)), neices and nephews, and most of all my parents. So, my challenge to anyone who reads this besides my family, love all of your family members even if they annoy you. And just a shout out to all my family members: LOVE YA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-9138421871756493784?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/9138421871756493784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=9138421871756493784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/9138421871756493784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/9138421871756493784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-for-my-family.html' title='A love for my family'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-855424142473911559</id><published>2009-01-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:47:34.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall</title><content type='html'>On Sunday January 11, 2009, I was on a bike ride with my mom and two nephews. My three year old nephew was tired so we tried to put him in the back of the bike. The bike I was riding has a box that my nephews can sit in, as my mom and i were trying to get him in the box, we pushed the bike forward about two inches and my nephew slipped threw our arms on to the road. He had scraped his head the cut was not deep but it bleed a lot, the trick was to get him home while all this was going on my six year old nephew saw the blood and panicked because he thought his brother was going to die, my mom and I managed to get him home safely and he was fine. Still it was quite an experinance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-855424142473911559?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/855424142473911559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=855424142473911559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/855424142473911559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/855424142473911559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/01/fall.html' title='The fall'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-5485537503364262118</id><published>2009-01-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:53:13.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another roomate</title><content type='html'>Today I got a new room mate, her name is Chantelle and she is from Sandy, Utah. She is in to Cosmotology which is really cool, I bet I will be one of her subjects :). Better go classes start tomarrow and I have to get up early. Good night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-5485537503364262118?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/5485537503364262118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=5485537503364262118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5485537503364262118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/5485537503364262118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-roomate.html' title='Another roomate'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-8701419891775676422</id><published>2009-01-05T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:40:53.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I know it's a late greeting, but I didn't have a computer to get to, to up date my blog. This Christmas came a little to quick for my liking, it's seems like yesterday that I started a new semester at CEU and know I'm half way through my second year at college.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas vaction was very nice. I played with my neices and nephews and went sledding off my grandma's hill four times. I played board games with my cousins and celebrated my birthday. I have to say that turning twenty was great fun. I cut my hair, went to dinner and a movie with my sister, bought a new coat, and took pictures with my new camera. Not to sound spoiled or anything but I had&lt;br /&gt;a good Christmas. Hope you enjoyed yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-8701419891775676422?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/8701419891775676422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=8701419891775676422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8701419891775676422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8701419891775676422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-8731745269952244478</id><published>2008-12-01T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:06:40.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birtday To me!!!!</title><content type='html'>Three more weeks until my 20th birthday. I'm so excited. I really want to hang out with my sisters on that day. I really hope that they can hang out with me. I'm feeling less like a teenager. I'm in my finally coming out of my teen years. Twenty is for me the mark of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;Seth also has some big news. His friend from Washington State decided to come and stay in Ferron. I meet him last night. He is a very nice boy. He is twenty-one. He is only two years older then me. His name is Sam. I hope he stays for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-8731745269952244478?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/8731745269952244478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=8731745269952244478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8731745269952244478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8731745269952244478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birtday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birtday To me!!!!'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-8730535505942643418</id><published>2008-12-01T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:00:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week :(</title><content type='html'>Only a week and a half until school ends for the holidays. I'm a little nervous. Math espacially. I'm not that great at math but we can only hope that I pass. I finally finished my book for my english class. I'm the only one in the class that has finshed the book. I feel that it is not nessicary to go to class anymore because I know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;However, no matter how board I am I will attend class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-8730535505942643418?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/8730535505942643418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=8730535505942643418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8730535505942643418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/8730535505942643418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week :('/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-4940496732887285327</id><published>2008-11-24T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:33:36.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor History Teacher.</title><content type='html'>Most students dread History. I like history I just don't like the way my professor teaches it. She spends about fifteen minuets on one slide. She is very nice but I really wish she would change up the class every once in a while. Any way. She came into class today in a cast. She told us that on Friday she was walking past a house with a dog that is usually chained up. But on this particular day the dog was not chained up. The dog chased her, so she turned away from it and landed on her hand. She crushed her hand. So next week she has to have rods put in it. I guess one the pulse side I don't have to listen to her next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-4940496732887285327?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/4940496732887285327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=4940496732887285327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4940496732887285327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/4940496732887285327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/11/poor-history-teacher.html' title='Poor History Teacher.'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-3545507183657401302</id><published>2008-11-24T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:26:53.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble With Room mates :(</title><content type='html'>Life at CEU is not so bad. School work is going fine and not to difficult if you know what you are doing and if you keep up in your school work.However, they should teach you how to deal with your room mates. Let me explain. My room mates have good intentions. But lately, things for me anyway have gone down hill. I don't have any control over what they decide to do that is there choice. The troubles I have been having were brought on by me. I really don't like to listen to my room mates say the "F" word every other word.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention By-Polar room-mates. Oh well. When life gives you lemons you make lemonaid. I have no idea how I'm going to make lemonaid out of this situation but I guess I will figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-3545507183657401302?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/3545507183657401302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=3545507183657401302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3545507183657401302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/3545507183657401302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/11/trouble-with-room-mates.html' title='Trouble With Room mates :('/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-2268747394676002631</id><published>2008-09-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:53:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Roomate</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Me. Finally after three long weeks in a room by myself. I have a roomate. Her name is Jaram. She is from South Koriea, she is 21 years old and she is going to help me with my math, as long as I help her with her english. I'm also happy to anouce that my Aunt Sherry finally had her first grandchild. A beautiful baby girl named Dayton. Peach days was this weekend in Ferron. My family had a great weekend. Watching the parade, horse races, and best of all the crash-up derby. What a fun weekend. I will to add to my blog later. To all who read this blog, have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-2268747394676002631?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/2268747394676002631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=2268747394676002631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2268747394676002631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/2268747394676002631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-roomate.html' title='My New Roomate'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194596675470818475.post-6991543332775876016</id><published>2008-08-30T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:57:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erica's First Blog :)</title><content type='html'>This is the first blog that I have started for the Weber Family. I will start with Merlin and Melody. Merlin started school again. He went back on the 5th of August. He may not say this to you but he really dose not want to be back there. He has to because he has to pay for Erica's dental work and Melody's broken leg. Melody, on the other hand is happy to be back in St George. She loves warm weather and loves riding her bike to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Erica is enjoying her second week of school. her living conditions are questionable. her dorm which Melody is paying three hundred dollars a month for, is not quite worth that. for one thing the room is really tiny. Not only that it dose not even have air conditioner. no microwave, no dishwasher, and the bed is like sleeping on a box spring. far from the room, Erica is really enjoying school. she has fun classes, and she is making Friends. She is also playing Racquetball. Erica loves playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the Weber family for this week. Check us out again for more info and pictures&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194596675470818475-6991543332775876016?l=ericashae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/feeds/6991543332775876016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194596675470818475&amp;postID=6991543332775876016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/6991543332775876016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194596675470818475/posts/default/6991543332775876016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericashae.blogspot.com/2008/08/ericas-first-blog.html' title='Erica&apos;s First Blog :)'/><author><name>ericashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434093282778018562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
