<?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-4475446787988883291</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:39:05.658-07:00</updated><category term='Random updates :)'/><title type='text'>The Life of Jewely Fay!</title><subtitle type='html'>I refuse to sell my soul for bliss.
-Jane Eyre</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-4310343924252337365</id><published>2009-10-27T21:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:08:03.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SufPDw1AH2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/wu5Yj7FxUJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0367_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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WOW. This last month has flown by so quickly! On Friday it had been exactly 1 month since Todd proposed. Where has that month gone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as wedding plans go, we're doing pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have done so far:&lt;br /&gt;-Booked the Temple&lt;br /&gt;-Booked the Lion House for the luncheon&lt;br /&gt;-Booked Carmelle Reception House&lt;br /&gt;-Talked to the florist&lt;br /&gt;-Ordered tuxes&lt;br /&gt;-Taken our engagements&lt;br /&gt;-Taken my bridals&lt;br /&gt;-Chosen our honeymoon spot (San Diego!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Chosen my cake (Thanks to Carrie, who is going to make it)&lt;br /&gt;-Ordered my wedding band&lt;br /&gt;-Found a duplex for us&lt;br /&gt;-Got a new job (YAY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Talked to the caterer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we have left to do:&lt;br /&gt;-Have our photographer custom design our wedding invitations&lt;br /&gt;-Finish our wedding mailing list&lt;br /&gt;-Finish the sealing and luncheon invitation list&lt;br /&gt;-Mail invitations&lt;br /&gt;-Clean my dress (grass stains from my bridals!)&lt;br /&gt;-Find bridesmaid dresses&lt;br /&gt;-Taste test icing/batter for the cake&lt;br /&gt;-Finalize honeymoon plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else at the moment. So far, so good! I took my bridals on Thursday and had such a WONDERFUL time! I went with a western-Victorian style. My dress is a mermaid style with lots of beading, and pleating at the bottom. To put western twist on it, I wore brown riding boots!! I also took my pictures up at a horse ranch, which totally topped it all off. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having these little moments where I stop and say, "wow...I'm ACTUALLY getting married." It still hasn't quite sunk in! All in all, I am so excited. Excited for the wedding day, excited to live with Todd, excited to start our new life together. 9 Weeks, 2 Days, and a Wake-up....but who's counting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-767872144632560676?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/767872144632560676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-weeks-2-days-and-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/767872144632560676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/767872144632560676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-weeks-2-days-and-wake-up.html' title='9 Weeks, 2 Days, and a Wake up!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-6461470057404720448</id><published>2009-10-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:51:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love languages</title><content type='html'>You guys, I have become a TRUE believer of the 5 Love Languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Chapman's book "The 5 love Languages" has totally changed me. It has helped me see what I should and shouldn't be doing in my relationships, especially in mine and Todd's relationship. I took an exam online at &lt;a href="http://www.afo.net/hftw-lovetest.asp"&gt;http://www.afo.net/hftw-lovetest.asp&lt;/a&gt; and got these results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33% Physical Touch &lt;br /&gt;27% Quality Time   &lt;br /&gt;23% Receiving Gifts  &lt;br /&gt;10% Acts of Service  &lt;br /&gt;7% Words of Affirmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Interpret Your Profile Score&lt;br /&gt;Your highest score indicates your primary love language. Your second highest score indicates your secondary love language. If two scores are identical, you are bi-lingual(you have two Primary love languages). If the scores of your primary language and your secondary language are close(for example, 10 and 9 respectively), it indicates both are important to you. The highest possible score for any one love language is 12. Having a clear picture of your primary and secondary love languages will explain much of your past behavior. Think back over the past and ask yourself, "What have I most often requested of my spouse?" Chances are your answer will lie within the scope of your primary and secondary love languages. You have been requesting that which would meet your deepest need for emotional love. Your requests, however, might have come across as nagging or criticizing and thus drove your spouse away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally true. I am a very physical person when it comes to how I express my love to people, especially to Todd. I love it when he hugs me, holds me, holds my hand, or snuggles with me. I love it when he slides his hand on my back as he walks by. I love it when he kisses me out of the blue, and feel loved when he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next one, Quality Time, is a big fit too. If I can't spend time with Todd, or feel neglected because we didn't get to spend time together, I'm a wreck. Yes, it is possible for us to be apart from each other...but I don't like it one bit. It means so much to me when he goes out of his way to do things with me. I love it when we get to go do fun things together, or just sit and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Receivig Gifts, that one came as a total shock to me. How did I find out that this was one of mine? The love of my life brought me....ROSES! No special occasion, he just gave me roses one day. I'll tell you what, I was on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. Now, I realize that I GIVE most of my deep love through gifts. I love writing Todd little love notes, or giving him lunch. Now I just hope he will learn and catch on to that...because it's the little things that count. Nothing big. Just meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation, the do mean something to me, but they're not life altering experiences every time. I love being told that I'm beautiful, or wonderful, or sexy, or talented, but i don't NEED to hear it. I appreciate when he serves me and goes out of his way, but I don't NEED for him to do that, especially without asking. I don't mind asking. Kinda interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. I just thought I'd share that with y'all. YES I know I have posted 3 times today. SORRY! I'm just in the sharing mood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion to everyone...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-6461470057404720448?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/6461470057404720448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-languages.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6461470057404720448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6461470057404720448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-languages.html' title='My love languages'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-6978874050430475270</id><published>2009-10-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:11:54.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought it would be this hard</title><content type='html'>When people said marriage was hard, I had no idea how real that was. Of course it's not the big things that make it SO hard. It's the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and got my hair done as a "trial-run" for my bridals. It went really well, and I was really happy. However, by the end of it all, I was famished! I called Todd to let him know that I would be over to his apartment soon. He told me he was out getting food and he would be back soon as well. I didn't think anything of it, but I guess it began to stew in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to his apartment a little bit later. By this time I just didn't feel well at all. I needed food, badly. And of course, when I need food, whats the first symptom? I become the grouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and saw that Todd had gone to 5 Guys for lunch. My first thought? "Oh....I thought Todd and I were going to go the together to try it...oh well." My second thought? "I wish he would have at least asked if I wanted something to eat. I make meals for him almost every day, and we're not even married. He could at least pick up lunch for me, when I haven't had anything else to eat." I started to get upset. But, of course, I didn't want Todd to know. So I bottled it up and just told him I was fine. He knew I was lying, but knew that I didn't want to talk about it right then, so he gave me some space. He went to work and I was left alone at his apartment to be pissy, hungry, AND alone. Great combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting myself be angry for a while, I decided I wasn't handling this in a very "healthy-marriage" sort of way. So, after pondering it a bit more, I decided to send him a text. I told him that I was sorry for being in a bad mood, but that I was hungry and needed food, and I got frustrated that he just picked up a meal for himself and didn't think about me. I told him that I didn't want to be upset about it, and wanted to talk to him so he could simply know how I felt and why. He text back and felt really bad, he expressed that he's just not used to having to take care of two people yet. That he should have thought about me, but just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't text back right away, because I had started writing this post actually. LOL. Just a minute ago, however, I got a second text from him. He just said, "I hope you still love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, only he can melt my heart like that. I wrote back and told him that of course I still loved him. And that I understood that he wasn't used to being "US" instead of "HIM" all the time. That will come in time. I also accepted my part in it, that I could have asked him to pick me something up when I called him, and that I could have been open when he asked me what was wrong, rather than pushing it aside and letting it simmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling this to you guys? Well- simply stated- DON'T LET THE LITTLE THINGS GET BETWEEN YOU. Yes, Todd could have been more thoughtful. Yes, I could have been less moody. Moral of the story? He simply didn't INTENTIONALLY hurt my feelings. And I get to be sensitive to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, but we're working on it. I never imagined that those were the kinds of things that I'd get the most hurt and upset about. It's going to take some practice, sacrifice, and hard work to keep our marriage healthy and happy. We can do it. It just take patience, love, and  a little self sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent, y'all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-6978874050430475270?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/6978874050430475270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-thought-it-would-be-this-hard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6978874050430475270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6978874050430475270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-thought-it-would-be-this-hard.html' title='Never thought it would be this hard'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-349704074704427642</id><published>2009-10-02T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:34:25.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Life, Life. It never stops comin!</title><content type='html'>So things have been a bit crazy. Good, but crazy! Luckily I'm not in school right now, or I'm sure I'd have shot someone by this point in the semester. (NO, I am not psychotic. LOL). I just thought it was about time I give you guys an update on whats been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my wedding dress back!! It was bein&lt;a title="Click and Drag image to navigate the close-up" href="http://eternitygowns.com/bridal/8500/8501/A.jpg" rel="shadowbox;options={handleOversize:'drag'}" shadowboxcachekey="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g altered, and they finallyl finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eternitygowns.com/bridal/8500/8501/A.jpg" width="190" height="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it! :) The ivory one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Todd and I took our engagements last week. It was SOOOOOOO ( can I add any more O's?) much fun! We went out to the west side of Utah lake where we watched the meteor shower last month. When we got out there with the photographer, we realized that it looked completely different in the day than it did at night. However, this worked GREATLY to our advantage. There was a huge collection of old, cement, road blocks that had been stacked up on eachother in various shapes and patterns. It had a very cool, rustic, industrial-life feel to it. We decided to  take the bulk of our pictures there while the sun was setting. That was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we miandered over to a field where there was pretty much nothing but a few scraggely trees and bushes. VERY pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the shore and took some pictures in the reeds after that. I think those will turn out rather exotic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys....here come my favorite part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did Todd know, I had schemed with the photographer the day before. I told Brock that I wanted to push Todd in the water and get some candid pictures with both of us wet. Brock was way excited! He thought that would be AWESOME. So, we finally found a place to go stand in the shallows. We took some normal pictures...then all hell broke loose :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Todd and asked, "How much do you love me...?" While asking this, I sneakily wrapped my foot around the back of his leg. When he gave me a very confused look and was about to ask what I meant, I used my foot as leverage and threw him backwards into the water! I kinda went down with him, so he grabbed me and flipped me over him into the water. We got some AWESOME pictures of both of us sopping wet, playing and posing in the shallows. I haven't had so much fun in a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for bridals! I'm having my hair appt to see what hairstyles will work. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click and Drag image to navigate the close-up" href="http://eternitygowns.com/bridal/8500/8501/A.jpg" rel="shadowbox;options={handleOversize:'drag'}" shadowboxcachekey="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-349704074704427642?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/349704074704427642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/349704074704427642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/349704074704427642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life, Life, Life. It never stops comin!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-8021556769909552906</id><published>2009-09-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:19:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP4P3OAgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sR61E_ORmKw/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP4P3OAgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sR61E_ORmKw/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059795108528642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP3uqDuSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5aMo2VE896U/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP3uqDuSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5aMo2VE896U/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059786194958626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP3DEM6uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vHCazsczKeE/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP3DEM6uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vHCazsczKeE/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059774493453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is still spinning. The events that have taken place over the last week have left me in a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and emotion. Let me take you on a journey through my week.&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES TO COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Todd and I arrived at his parents house for dinner after visiting with the Bishop about getting married. We sat eating dinner, feeling the whole time that I could cut the air with a butter knife. I knew his sister was dying to ask us if we were engaged, and his parents (who already knew) were just sitting there patiently waiting for US to bring up the big news. Eventually, it came up, and I was welcomed into the Parris family with open arms. We then spent the rest of the night talking about dresses, colors, and looking through Todd's baby pictures for our wedding video. By the time we finished it was nearly 11pm. Since we had to be to my dad's house the next day by 8am, Todd and I decided to just stay at his parents house for the night. We went downstairs, put in Bill Cosby, and laid held hands while across the space between our two couches. (Todd and I made a commitment that if we're going to watch a movie, we're going to sit on different couches, just so we're careful.) We eventually fell asleep during the movie and just spent our short night out on the couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early that next morning, showered, and headed to my Dad's house. My siblings had NO idea what was coming! My dad, being the sneaky man he is, organized a so-called "Labor Day Breakfast) and invited all of my in-state siblings. Todd and I arrived, greeted the family, and began to help fix breakfast with everyone. My dad pulled me aside and asked how and when I was going to break it to the family, which I had no answer to. I was at a complete loss! My sister-in-law was going to be leaving in ten minutes, and I wanted to tell everyone while she was still there (although she already knew the news). We gathered the family, had a breakfast prayer, and I said "Well, I'd like to thank dad for being sneaky and organizing this breakfast. Now, I guess I better tell you what the real reason is for this breakfast..." I could feel the excitement in the room suddenly raise as my siblings listened to me talk. "Todd and I are engaged!" Screaming filled the room as my sisters jumped up and down and my brother-in-law said "OH SNAP!" repeatedly. My sisters and I then began talking "wedding talk" until Todd and I left a couple of hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it, Todd and I both decided that it would be better if we took the semester off of school. I didn't know how that would be possible for me, however, because I had already taken out a student loan and paid my tuition in full. We went to the school office, picked up the forms, and were told to come back later when financial aid opens. We left, took my car to the shop, and returned to UVU. When we sat down with the counselor, we realized that everything would work out. They would return my loan, and refund my tuition in full! I felt relief wash over me, releasing the tension I had been feeling for the last couple of days. Todd and I decided to go get lunch at the Olive Garden before he had to go to work. While there, Todd received a phone call from the jeweler telling us that my ring was finished. We just looked at each other, confused at how that was even possible. They had only sent it out the day before to have the diamond put in the setting! Todd dropped me off at my apartment and stopped by Kay Jewelers on the way home. He called me when he was done and told me there was a misunderstanding and that my ring wouldn't be in till next week after all. I didn't think much of it and soon put it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;As Wednesdays are Todd's days off, we designated them as our "to-do-list" days. We started at 10:30 and began looking at reception halls. We checked The Colonial House Lehi (where my little sister's school holds their classes) and thought that it was nice. It wouldn't be a very nice place for pictures though. We then went to Taylorsville and looked through Aspen Landing. It was very pretty, with very good prices, but it was very small and cramped. Again, not ideal for pictures. We then went to Carmelle Reception House, the one I'd been dying to see. It was the very first one I found online, and the first one I fell in love with. Drove to Holladay, parked at Carmelle, and entered the side office. The woman showed us into the main room where we would wait for the wedding coordinator to show us around. We walked through the doors and were immediately in shock of the beauty of the place. I turned to him, he took my hand, and together we said, "it's perfect!" We got a tour, talked prices, and left. Todd said that he wanted to go visit the Joseph Smith Memorial Building just to find a couple more options. We drove downtown, parked, and made our way into Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking between the Temple and the South Visitor's Center, Todd took my hand and pulled me over into a shady spot on the grass. He turned me around and held me from behind with his arms around me.  After a minute, I felt him dig into his pocket for something. My breathe caught. Could this really be it? How  could he possibly have the ring? At that moment, he leaned into my ear and said, "I think it's about time that we make this official." He help the ring box open in front of me. He then spun me around so we were facing each other, and I hugged him and kissed him...and hugged him and kissed him some more. We looked in each other's eyes for a moment before he knelt down on one knee in the grass. "Jewely, will you marry me?" "YES!" I held his face and kissed him, laughing. I was shaking from excitement and joy. It had finally happened. The man of my dreams had just proposed to me. He stood up and we held each other for what felt like an eternity before we made our way back through Temple Square to his car.&lt;br /&gt;No- we didn't end up going to the Joseph Smith Memorial Building- that was his excuse to get me to Temple Square. He then took me to Rodizio Grill to celebrate our engagement. I found out that the jeweler had gotten bored on Monday, and decided to just do the ring himself rather then sending it out to the workshop. Todd has actually picked up the ring, and decided to propose early, so that I was completely suprised. Well, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-8021556769909552906?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/8021556769909552906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-said-yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/8021556769909552906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/8021556769909552906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-said-yes.html' title='I Said Yes!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SqnP4P3OAgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sR61E_ORmKw/s72-c/IMG_1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-189797179597467140</id><published>2009-09-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:51:11.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged to be Engaged</title><content type='html'>Well my friends, it has finally happened. I have eternally left the dating world! I KNOW you're just dying for the details, so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Todd and I were talking outside his apartment. We had a wonderful conversation in which we shared with each other some very personal and private things. To my surprise, my revealing these struggles did not push Todd away, rather, it brought us closer together. We laid there on the grass, talking about life with its many struggles and trials, joys and pleasures, when it happened. He looked at me and said, "Jewely, I have no doubt in my mind that you are the woman I want to spend a very, very long time with. Even eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there looking at him, stunned. I wanted to say yes, yet there was this doubt creeping in the back of my mind about whether Todd really was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. After looking at him for a moment, I decided to be honest. I told him how I felt- that I hoped we could get to that point, but that I didn't know if it was right yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably on of the hardest moments I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, to my surprise, Todd responded to my confession in a gentle manner. He assured me that there was no pressure in my decision. He only wanted me to be completely sure of my answer. So we decided to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks I prayed, and prayed, and prayed. Slowly my heart began to soften. I felt the answer coming slowly, but surely. The real turning point for me was on Wednesday during our institute class. We listened to a talk by Sister Julie Beck, where she talked about the importance of the family and our divine purpose on this earth to form and keep families. I felt in my heart that there was no one on this earth that I'd rather have a family with than Todd. I felt that I had received my answer. But what was I supposed to do with it? How was I supposed to tell Todd my answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my opportunity came that night. Todd has Wednesdays off, so we've made that night our date night. That night we decided to go out to Los Hermono for dinner. I got all dressed up and could hardly wait for a date with my man! We went to dinner, then blockbuster, then back to my apartment. We had so much fun. After watching the movie, we sat cuddling and talking on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I felt the air change. There was something tangible in the air. My heart started beating faster. I looked up at Todd, who was watching me, and our eyes connected. Once again, he told me that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I took a deep breath and said, "Well...guess we better start looking at rings then, huh?" We embraced and talked and laughed. Right then we started planning our wedding and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're tentatively planning on December 19, but will move it earlier that week if we can get out of school. So folks, better book your calendar! Week of December 19, Salt Lake Temple, two extremely happy people being bound as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has just fallen into place. The next day I went to try on wedding dresses. Heather chose one, and when I looked at it all I could think was...oh my gosh, this is hideous. But I tried it on, and am so glad I did. It was MAGNIFICENT. It was perfect. It was MY wedding dress. So, the next day, we went back and bought the dress, a veil, and a full length cape. Also on that same day Todd and I went and looked at rings. Low and behold, the first ring that caught my eye ended up being the one we chose. I tried on some rings that I though I'd like, and they just didn't feel right. The jeweler was wonderful. He guided Todd and me through the process of finding that special ring that symbolized our relationship together. I decided to try that ring on, the one that caught my eye. It was a simple by-pass white-gold band, with a single, small marquise set on top. I fell in love with it. I knew that was the one. We decided to put a 1/5 karat round diamond in it, rather than the 1/20 karat marquise that it came with. We found his ring, got financed, and that was it! We bought both of our rings for under $500. I couldn't be happier with our choice. My ring is in the shop, for the to switch out the diamonds. It should be back in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd has some sort of proposal up his sleeve. I'm so excited, and very jittery. We already told our familes that we were engaged, and received a better response from them than we could ever imaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good. It feels right. It is all working out so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my story! Sorry for the lengthy post, but I hope you enjoyed hearing our love story. More to come, as soon as he proposes!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-189797179597467140?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/189797179597467140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/engaged-to-be-engaged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/189797179597467140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/189797179597467140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/engaged-to-be-engaged.html' title='Engaged to be Engaged'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-4449909345216418999</id><published>2009-09-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:57:09.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Struggles, Support, Supplication, and Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>To all of my readers, may I say two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself why on earth I am thanking YOU. Well, here is your answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your examples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has been quite an adventure, and YOU are in part the reason for my successes and strides through these challenges. About a month and a half ago I made a huge decision in my life- the decision to change. I became aware of my struggles and shortcomings and decided that it was time to start over. I began that journey with the help of my kind Bishop, whose love and support and counsel has truly changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of this new journey was a difficult one. It was full of "slips," feelings of failure, guilt, consolation, inspiration, hope, and the calm, refreshing delight of repentance. I never believed I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is so. It is reality, and I AM doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned something new about myself as of late-- Jewely is WAY to hard on Jewely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned that keeping the attitude of failure and insecurity is a straight path AWAY from the saving powers of the Atonement of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What has been the hardest part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over, and over, and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, through all of these "re-starts" I have noticed a slow change in myself. These stuggles I have been having, well, aren't happening any more. I've been able to rise above them, even if it is just SLIGHTLY above them, and pursue a life of happiness and joy in my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is still one individual who is absolutely enraged at my dedication and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right- I have royally pissed off this individual. This king of darkness and despair, the master of all evil. Satan is one unhappy camper right now. So what does he do? He's fighting back. And boy, does he have some tricks up his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- I guess that means it's time for me to change my defense tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I imagine myself saying to my "Spirit Soldiers" who are aiding me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well men, suit up. We're going in to battle. We've built up are barracks mighty high over there, but they're attacking from the south now. They found our weak point. Start workin'! Before they get in too far! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what I have to say now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;BRING IT ON SATAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for all of your love and support. I especially want to thank a certain individual who has entered a special place in my heart, as of late. This person appeared in my life just when I needed a friend the most. He has been there with me through it all, not passing a single judgment along the way. He has loved me unconditionally, and has taught me how to love in return. Without him, I don't know where I would be. Without him, my life would be unsatisfying and unhappy. To my love, Todd, I thank you for being your amazing self, and for helping me to reach my best potential by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a slight change of topic, since today has kind of been one of those "downer" days for me, my best friend (Heather) has challenged me to write 26 things I love about myself. Here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a true desire to do good.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a fun person to be around!&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am talented in music.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a strong testimony.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have faith.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have the ability to love.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am loved by people.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am a good listener&lt;br /&gt;13. I am good with kids.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am patient.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am a leader.&lt;br /&gt;16. I am a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am a powerful example.&lt;br /&gt;18. I have strong willpower.&lt;br /&gt;19. I am discerning.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;21. I find the best in people, and help them see it too.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am confident.&lt;br /&gt;23. I am family oriented.&lt;br /&gt;24. I have the desire and ability to be a good wife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;25. I don't change myself for others.&lt;br /&gt;26. I have experienced much in life, and use it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, folks. Jewely Fay Merrill in a nutshell! At least, the positive attributes of myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-4449909345216418999?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/4449909345216418999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-struggles-support-supplication-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4449909345216418999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4449909345216418999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-struggles-support-supplication-and.html' title='Of Struggles, Support, Supplication, and Satisfaction'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-6616414442139141832</id><published>2009-08-12T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:58:13.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Smell the Roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has become a day for pondering, a day for reflecting, a day for solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have just ONE question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why isn't EVERY DAY that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my belief that it is due time that we all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM17SWH-8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GCyMTOucdYc/s1600-h/perfect-moment-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM17SWH-8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GCyMTOucdYc/s320/perfect-moment-rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369194473408953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a minute  to listen to the creek trickling by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM2QU84vmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oZZD8D8IXiE/s1600-h/user168996_pic1559_1213931191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM2QU84vmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oZZD8D8IXiE/s320/user168996_pic1559_1213931191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369194834885656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch a child play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM22Dx930I/AAAAAAAAAFA/413MWzfKM9s/s1600-h/sandbar-river-canada-714724-xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM22Dx930I/AAAAAAAAAFA/413MWzfKM9s/s320/sandbar-river-canada-714724-xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195483111481154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or just lay on the grass and watch the clouds go by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM4DLxeC2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zNA0jmNsOxc/s1600-h/clouds-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM4DLxeC2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zNA0jmNsOxc/s320/clouds-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369196808106806114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, take a moment to realize what a beautiful world we live in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sanctuaries that are at our fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a day to stop and smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM6eUxFj1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-hOhjHXhF5k/s1600-h/Stop+and+smell+the+roses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM6eUxFj1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-hOhjHXhF5k/s320/Stop+and+smell+the+roses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369199473400844114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4475446787988883291-6616414442139141832?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/6616414442139141832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-and-smell-roses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6616414442139141832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6616414442139141832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='Stop and Smell the Roses...'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoM17SWH-8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GCyMTOucdYc/s72-c/perfect-moment-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-8879210676100837267</id><published>2009-08-11T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:31:02.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT- Best metoer shower of the year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! I would like to share my love of the stars with you by letting you know that YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS METEOR SHOWER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="ViewImage('965', '752', '/asy/objects/images/august-2009-perseid-finder-.jpg')"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.astronomy.com/asy/image.ashx?img=august-2009-perseid-finder-.jpg&amp;amp;w=250" alt="August 2009 Perseid finder chart" class="imgBorder" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be beautiful! Although the moon will get in the way a little, it should still be an amazing show. Here is a good website for information. It should still be visible through about the 13th or 14th if you miss it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.astronomy.com/asy/default.aspx?c=a&amp;amp;id=8525"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.astronomy.com/asy/default.aspx?c=a&amp;amp;id=8525&lt;/a&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/4475446787988883291-8879210676100837267?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/8879210676100837267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonight-best-metoer-shower-of-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/8879210676100837267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/8879210676100837267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonight-best-metoer-shower-of-year.html' title='TONIGHT- Best metoer shower of the year!!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-4317947814031245943</id><published>2009-08-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:13:00.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix and Pretzels :)</title><content type='html'>This weekend I got to go down to Scottsdale and Phoenix to visit my family! We stayed at my grandparents' house, and visited my brother's family Saturday and Sunday. I also got to visit my two friends, Spencer Nielson and Spencer Brooksby, while I was there. It was SO FUN!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2vqy_kxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WUtCT1GZ6h0/s1600-h/8-11-09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2vqy_kxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WUtCT1GZ6h0/s320/8-11-09+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773160860619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my nephew Brucie :) He had in Indiana Jones hat on that he got from Disney land. All he was wearing was his underwear and his hat. SO funny. He's 3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2vKFIEKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RJ8tdKZBgMo/s1600-h/8-11-09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2vKFIEKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RJ8tdKZBgMo/s320/8-11-09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773152078303394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brucie again. Bruce just cracks me up! He took my camera and was just taking pictures of everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2uvQOO1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-sMhbV6bYXA/s1600-h/8-11-09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2uvQOO1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-sMhbV6bYXA/s320/8-11-09+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773144877087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Bruce being a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2ufwkOII/AAAAAAAAAEA/lihBI6bd8h4/s1600-h/8-11-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2ufwkOII/AAAAAAAAAEA/lihBI6bd8h4/s320/8-11-09+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773140717779074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is little Jameson (JJ). He was just chillin on my lap, playing with his camera. He put his foot up on the table to get "more comfortable." Such a doll! He's almost 2 now :) I had SO much fun with that little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2XHccjvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0JZssxqRp-U/s1600-h/8-11-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2XHccjvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0JZssxqRp-U/s320/8-11-09+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772739053948658" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Bruce, Jameson, and me! Bruce has his lightsaber haha. I was officially known as "the girl in red" because they couldn't remember my name :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2WuEMN3I/AAAAAAAAADw/O5XbuJ7EvVc/s1600-h/8-11-09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2WuEMN3I/AAAAAAAAADw/O5XbuJ7EvVc/s320/8-11-09+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772732241327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jameson, also being a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2WB_i7GI/AAAAAAAAADo/vs_A05qFxD4/s1600-h/8-11-09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2WB_i7GI/AAAAAAAAADo/vs_A05qFxD4/s320/8-11-09+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772720410684514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Carrie :) I made Monkey Bread (cinnamon-sugar pull apart bread) and we ate almost the entire bag!! It was soooooo delicious. We felt disgustingly fat afterwards though. This picture is a bit out of order...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2VtfrmkI/AAAAAAAAADg/HyhXxEutJi4/s1600-h/8-11-09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2VtfrmkI/AAAAAAAAADg/HyhXxEutJi4/s320/8-11-09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772714908326466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to right: Christian, Me, Jameson, Bruce, My dad (in the back.)&lt;br /&gt;Christian is 6 and has personality like none other. That kid is just too smart for his own good! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2VbtUubI/AAAAAAAAADY/vnv_QzT82LQ/s1600-h/8-11-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2VbtUubI/AAAAAAAAADY/vnv_QzT82LQ/s320/8-11-09+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772710133709234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Todd. We made pretzels and monkey bread together. SO much fun!!! Activity dates like that are just the best. Although it was completely my idea to do that...we still had a great time together. :) He was very reluctant to take a picture with our beatiful pretzels though...but I insisted that documentation of this moment occasion was a MUST. And...I won! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-4317947814031245943?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/4317947814031245943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-fun-with-friends-and-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4317947814031245943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4317947814031245943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-fun-with-friends-and-family.html' title='Phoenix and Pretzels :)'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SoG2vqy_kxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WUtCT1GZ6h0/s72-c/8-11-09+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-7960564989878494234</id><published>2009-08-01T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:21:42.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPY HUNGRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8IphtOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RBL0E5wU4qQ/s1600-h/8-1-09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8IphtOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RBL0E5wU4qQ/s320/8-1-09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153782753768674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I decided I'm extremely puppy hungry, haha. Better than baby hungry, right?! I went with Meg to the neighbor's house where she's puppy-sitting for the weekend. There are 7 brand new puppies, they can't be more than 3 weeks old. SO CUTE. Pure bred English Creme Golden Retrievers. The parents are absolutely beautiful! (they own both of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8x87LYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z_Ysyb13eLA/s1600-h/8-1-09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8x87LYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z_Ysyb13eLA/s320/8-1-09+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153793840983426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mom, Roxy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTaU0zNRzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZYam94Zvogc/s1600-h/8-1-09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTaU0zNRzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZYam94Zvogc/s320/8-1-09+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153107410765618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cuddling with two of the puppies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8cIUhhI/AAAAAAAAADI/irhzw0CkL-Q/s1600-h/8-1-09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8cIUhhI/AAAAAAAAADI/irhzw0CkL-Q/s320/8-1-09+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153787983201810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I put all 7 of them on my lap for a great Kodak Moment! Poor guys were fallin off, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-7960564989878494234?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/7960564989878494234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppy-hungry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/7960564989878494234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/7960564989878494234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppy-hungry.html' title='PUPPY HUNGRY!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnTa8IphtOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RBL0E5wU4qQ/s72-c/8-1-09+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-3375050382509301560</id><published>2009-07-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:24:13.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Park Adventures :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnMXsrBQBxI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqwbrf3fLPs/s1600-h/7-30-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnMXsrBQBxI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqwbrf3fLPs/s320/7-30-09+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364657637358044946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay for Seven Peaks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work rented out the place from 6-11 pm yesterday and we got to go party it up with all my coworkers. Todd and I had a blast! It got REALLY cold after a while though. We ended up leaving early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Summer came up to me right before we left and said "Jewely, come on the orange one with me QUICK before I change my mind!" Now, if any of you don't know which one I'm talking about, the orange slide is probably the scariest one there. Its a body slide, and you pretty much free fall for a second because of how steep it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Summer and I start heading up the tower to the top of the slide, me dragging her along. We get to the top...and she decides she really can't go. So, being the adrenalin junkie that I am, decided I wanted to still go! I got on the slide, and realized how incredibly STUPID I was...and started freaking out. Todd, Carrie, Stephen, and some others were watching from the bottom, waiting for me to go. Well- I finally sucked it up and went down the slide. OH MAN! It was INSANE! You're supposed to cross your legs, and cross your arms over your chest. Well...I tried. But I didn't do so well. So by the time I got to the bottom, my swim suit was pretty much a mess...all bunched up and what not. But I managed to fix it without too much embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd lost my contacts! Being the smart girl that I am, I didn't close my eyes going down the slide. Why? I'll never know. Plus, Todd said that I skipped at one point on the slide. Yes, SKIPPED on the water. Nice, eh? It was a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my adventures at Seven Peaks :) And there's a picture of me and Todd for those who wanted to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-3375050382509301560?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/3375050382509301560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-park-adventures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/3375050382509301560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/3375050382509301560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-park-adventures.html' title='Water Park Adventures :)'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/SnMXsrBQBxI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqwbrf3fLPs/s72-c/7-30-09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-4739824282268911044</id><published>2009-07-29T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:02:41.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Find a happy place, find a happy place!"</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of Finding Nemo this morning, where Peach is muttering to herself, "Find a happy place, find a happy place, FIND A HAPPY PLACE!" I kinda feel that way today, lol. Things are good, but a little overwhelming at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well. I'm still working full time at Ancestry.com, but I'm only temporary-full-time. When school starts I'll go back to part-time. Not looking forward to that! I actually applied to a couple full-time positions here at Ancestry. Cross your fingers for me! If I get them I'll have to drop a couple of classes, but then I'll actually be able to PAY for my school rather than getting school loans. I'm much rather do it that way. I already have to much in school loans for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school- I'm still trying to decide on a major. I'm still leaning towards a career in therapy and pornography recovery programs. I could either go into Psychology, or Family Studies. Or a mixture of both (psychology emphasizing on family studies). Any suggestions, tips, hints, or pointers? Please share!!  Although I LOVE medicine, and really would like a career in the medical field, I'm just not convinced that it's what I'm supposed to do in my life. Sometimes we have to sacrifice what we really love to follow what the Lord wants for us. But who knows!  I may end up in medicine after all. I'm just trying to let the Lord guide me in my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know how to solve a tendinitis problem that comes from typing and using a mouse? My right hand and wrist is KILLING ME. When I type (as I am now) the top of my hand hurts. When I use the mouse, and scroll with it, the side of my hand (on the pinky side) and up my wrist hurts and pops sometimes. I'm not sure what to do about it...suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done complaining, I promise! Can I just tell you all how lucky I am? I have the most amazing friends, the most amazing family, and the most amazing boyfriend. I love my new ward, and am so grateful for my bishop and church leaders. The Lord has just put SO many beautiful and wonderful things in my life at this time! I'm glad that I am finally at a point in my life where I can grow and develop in the things that I love. I'm hoping to start piano lessons again too! I miss playing SO bad. And I've lost so much of my piano theory and playing ability. Its just hard to find time for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all- I'm outta here! Thanks for reading my super long post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-4739824282268911044?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/4739824282268911044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/find-happy-place-find-happy-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4739824282268911044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/4739824282268911044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/find-happy-place-find-happy-place.html' title='&quot;Find a happy place, find a happy place!&quot;'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-214697530860331600</id><published>2009-07-23T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:29:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things</title><content type='html'>Make your own! Cut and paste into your blog, and insert your own answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Beehive President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- A SBO at Kimber Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Starting to go Punky/Emo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Best friends with my dog, Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Still at my house in Layton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 things on my to do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Live through work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Have scripture and reading time with Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Cuddle with him for a little bit, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Empty the Dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get to sleep early so I can work an early shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 things I would spend a million dollars on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Pay off school loans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Help my family out of debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Buy a lodge and Horse ranch for my business, "Fayth Valley Ranch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Put money into safe investments for my kid's college, missions, and our retirement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Finish school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 places I've lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Sandy (born there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Layton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Suncrest (Draper/Alpine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Lehi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Provo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 jobs I've had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Housekeeper    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Piano/Guitar Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Receptionist at The Young Electric Sign Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Ancestry.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 years from now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Be married to the most amazing man ever? Anything's possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Be done or almost done with school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Have a kid, maybe? If I get married, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Be a whoppin 23 years old haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Be completely and utterly happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-214697530860331600?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/214697530860331600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/214697530860331600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/214697530860331600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-things.html' title='5 Things'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-6775120504544554063</id><published>2009-07-16T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:44:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottish Festival :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/Sl-s099rK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yV421hjywHM/s1600-h/7-16-09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/Sl-s099rK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yV421hjywHM/s320/7-16-09+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359192107580599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/Sl-sZ7MW5JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YG6pluTanM/s1600-h/7-16-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/Sl-sZ7MW5JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YG6pluTanM/s320/7-16-09+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359191642980410514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for the Scottish Festival!!! Carrie, Todd, Steven and I went to Payson last week for it. It was way fun! Loved hearing all the cool accents :D I'm TOTALLY going again next year. On the left is the Caber-Toss. That was a 17' long log that weighed about 85 lbs (if I remember right). On the Right is a "Battle of the Band" Scottish style! It was fun to hear all the bagpipes and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-6775120504544554063?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/6775120504544554063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6775120504544554063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6775120504544554063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='Scottish Festival :D'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/Sl-s099rK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yV421hjywHM/s72-c/7-16-09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-6820520306029536018</id><published>2009-07-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:58:57.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random updates :)'/><title type='text'>Better late than never, right...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I have officially decided that I am an AWFUL blogger! But I'm going to keep trying, so that you can all see what I've been up to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has been absolutely fantastic. Work has been sooo boring though,  but hey, what more can be expected? Money is money. But luckily I'm not in school right now, so I have plenty of free time outside of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have any new pictures right now, but will upload them ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially-by request- of me and Todd! Todd and I have been going out for almost 3 weeks now, and are having SO much fun. I've been happier than I had been in a very long time. He's probably the biggest goofball I know. He constantly keeps me smiling and laughing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're going up to Wallsburg (a little past Midway) tonight to hang out with my old ward. I am SO excited to see all of my old friends and church leaders. I've missed them so much! It was really hard to move out, but it was the right thing to do. Now I know why! My new ward is amazing, and things are going great at my apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE SURVIVED CLEANING CHECKS! Haha, it was murder. I LOVE having Carrie as my roommate. We have entirely way too much fun, and she's so good to put up with me and my boyfriend. The only downside is that we'll have to pack up all our stuff and move again Aug. 16 into another apartment. Bleh. Management at this place is kinda dumb! Ok, not kinda, REALLY dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One last little random story: I finally rode my bike again yesterday! I got home from work and needed a good de-stresser, and decided my bike would be great for that. I rode from my apartment to the Provo Temple, DIED, then rode home. Haha. It was  a hard workout, but really enjoyable. Yay for exercise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-6820520306029536018?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/6820520306029536018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-late-than-never-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6820520306029536018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/6820520306029536018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='Better late than never, right...?'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475446787988883291.post-7874879861553444130</id><published>2009-05-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:43:59.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for summer!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived until summer. Yay! I got my grades back for Spring Semester. I did pretty good, but not quite as well as I'd have liked. Oh well, at least I passed, right? Now its just time to relax, enjoy some fresh air, and be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is my first post on my blog, I'll give a little into to the life of Jewely Fay:&lt;br /&gt;I am a student at Utah Valley University, currently studying Psychology. I have been thinking about switching to Nursing....so we'll see what happens with that! I work at The Generations Network (the company behind Ancestry.com) as a Digital  Preservation Specialist. I really like my job, and I love the people I work with! Our company receives microfilm and microfiche from archives all over the world, which we scan onto computers, edit, and put them onto Ancestry.com where they're used in geneology work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have too many exciting plans for the summer. Next week I'll be going fourswheeling with my friend Richard, which should be a blast! I want to hike Adam's and Waterfall Canyons sometime this summer. I would LOVE to go horseback riding a few times...but don't know how to get hooked up with that! So I'm crossing my fingers that it will happen somehow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty scary day for our family.  Me and my sister Megan were in the car with my dad. He was talking to my mom on the phone when he heard her scream, and then heard tire schreeches. When we finally got a hold of my mom, we found out that she had been in an accident, that she thought she would be ok, and that she would need to call us back later. The officer called my dad back and told him that my mom had been taken to the Alta View hospital in Sandy. We raced there and stayed with my mom while she had x-rays taken. The x-rays all came back negative, and they sent her home! It was a miracle. With how fragile my mom is, we were sure she had broken something. Everything is going to be just fine! Its amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, that is the only up date thus far :) But if any of you know of any good apartments/townhouses/condos for rent in Orem or Provo, let me know! My friend and I are wanting to move out soon. Until I write again, farewell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4475446787988883291-7874879861553444130?l=jewelyfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/feeds/7874879861553444130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-for-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/7874879861553444130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4475446787988883291/posts/default/7874879861553444130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelyfay.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-for-summer.html' title='Yay for summer!!'/><author><name>Jewely Fay :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759316037841221177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ADMvrjKpN8A/R_zhmC4AWeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixqAZPFw1jo/S220/Grad+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
