<?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-6984823021330926078</id><updated>2011-11-25T21:25:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnsons</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 9/16/06</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7543097043905906742</id><published>2011-10-23T02:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T03:47:39.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Beauty Must Haves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am obsessed with makeup, hair products, and things to make me smell good. Here are my top 10 MUST haves!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Neutrogena Wave (Approx. $15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how clean my face feels after I use it! I feel like it has helped keep my face clear, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jY8zO6w1rbU/TqPbZ4rtgOI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bA6gxv6ezss/s1600/wave16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jY8zO6w1rbU/TqPbZ4rtgOI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bA6gxv6ezss/s400/wave16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613993921151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Decay Primer Potion - Pore Perfecting ($30)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of those things that until I started using it I didn't feel it was a necessity. (I had my mascara and lip gloss, that's all I needed right?) Now that I have it, I can't put makeup on without it. It basically vacuums up my pores making them nearly microscopic. My skin feels smooth and velvety, and it hasn't caused me to break out. It's a necessity now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F69BUq5cyyg/TqPbZnAQCVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kIEJa7J-xDA/s1600/urban%2Bdecay%2Bcomplexion%2Bprimer%2Bpotion30.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F69BUq5cyyg/TqPbZnAQCVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kIEJa7J-xDA/s400/urban%2Bdecay%2Bcomplexion%2Bprimer%2Bpotion30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613989175462226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sephora Eye Shadow ($12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked and looked for a great eyeshadow that had glitter in it. I wanted that extra sparkle but I couldn't find it in drugstore brands. Then I found these. They're very pigmented, easy to blend (Seriously, so easy, I've found others where that's not the case *coughCovergirl*) and they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D3bb4LFDEw/TqPbZj-soQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/aNUleautdqo/s1600/sephoraeyeshadow12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D3bb4LFDEw/TqPbZj-soQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/aNUleautdqo/s400/sephoraeyeshadow12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613988363641090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hansen Salon Effects for nails ($8-$9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love doing my nails, but sometimes I wish they looked better than like an at-home manicure. I found these and fell in love. They're quick, look good finished, and they have awesome patterns and colors!!! I can't stop looking at my nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OyEgUX1paZw/TqPbZTAQvLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sc-8ncYr-e4/s1600/Sally-Hansen-Salon-Effects8.50.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OyEgUX1paZw/TqPbZTAQvLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sc-8ncYr-e4/s400/Sally-Hansen-Salon-Effects8.50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613983806799026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Eyeshadow - Tempting ($15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In high school I found this eyeshadow and instantly my sister and I fell in love. It's my favorite color I've ever owned. The shadow itself is awesome, no complaints from me, and the color makes my eyes pop!!! It lasts forever, too. I use it on a very regular basis and it's lasted me over 8 months (and I don't see the bottom of the jar!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRaRj9yFD2M/TqPbZJ4UD3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_iW6LLAZbH0/s1600/MacTempting15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRaRj9yFD2M/TqPbZJ4UD3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_iW6LLAZbH0/s400/MacTempting15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613981357543282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Frieda Shampoo and Conditioner - Root Awakening (Approx. $5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shampoo is wonderful without having to pay a whole lot. It tingles a little bit in the shower (which I think has helped my hair grow faster). My hair is easy to style and has volume, AND feels soooo completely soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQahNQyd8mY/TqPbIK9OLKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Qvd4z9HgQQs/s1600/john-frieda-root-awakening-m5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQahNQyd8mY/TqPbIK9OLKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Qvd4z9HgQQs/s400/john-frieda-root-awakening-m5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613689588788386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exfolikate by Kate Sommerville ($85)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read that price right. The do have smaller bottles as well that are only about $20, too. When I use this exfoliating face wash (only about twice a week so it does last a while) I cannot believe how smooth my face feels and how fast any blemishes clear up. I had to go through a couple of samples (They do that at Sephora -just ask!!!) to convince myself that I needed to pay that much, but to me it was so worth it after I saw how great my skin looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsIOVMc5x9U/TqPbIBMox0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/TXog7-r8zbA/s1600/Exfolikate85.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsIOVMc5x9U/TqPbIBMox0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/TXog7-r8zbA/s400/Exfolikate85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613686969091906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybelline Falsies Mascara (Not sure on price... about $8 I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rarely buy the same kind of mascara twice because I'm always looking for the next best thing. But this is one that I do keep going back for. It makes my lashes look long and full, and it stays in place pretty well (no black flecks on my cheeks etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzI1hhVMvPY/TqPbHziZ5fI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2jYspVw0-n8/s1600/CovergirlFalsies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzI1hhVMvPY/TqPbHziZ5fI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2jYspVw0-n8/s400/CovergirlFalsies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613683302295026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clinique Chubby Stick Lip Color ($15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just recently found a love affair with this. I have always wanted to go the "lipstick" route, but every single time I try one I think I look weird and wipe it right back off. This adds just enough color for me, and has a great matte look to it. I LOVE it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hp0r4-IvwXI/TqPbHtFMUOI/AAAAAAAAA-A/k4_qxqtJdE8/s1600/Clinique-Chubby-Stick-Moisturizing-Lip-Colour-Balm-115.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hp0r4-IvwXI/TqPbHtFMUOI/AAAAAAAAA-A/k4_qxqtJdE8/s400/Clinique-Chubby-Stick-Moisturizing-Lip-Colour-Balm-115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613681569157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bath and Body Works Body Wash ($10.50 I think? I usually get them on sale, like their buy 3 get 2 free etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the BEST body wash. I've tried others and this lathers the best, smells the best, and leaves me feeling the cleanest. When I would use others I felt dirty already after a couple hours but this body wash does it's job well! Best smells? Black Raspberry Vanilla, Twilight Woods, and Sweet Pea (in that order!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YO7I8vUkH-4/TqPbHtF6oEI/AAAAAAAAA90/5lD9qKy0VXg/s1600/blackraspberryvanilla.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YO7I8vUkH-4/TqPbHtF6oEI/AAAAAAAAA90/5lD9qKy0VXg/s400/blackraspberryvanilla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613681572192322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you'll try something off this list and love it as much as I do. I pray I never get in that situation where "you're stuck on an island, what's the one thing you have with you?",  because I must have these 10 things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7543097043905906742?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7543097043905906742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7543097043905906742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7543097043905906742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7543097043905906742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-top-10-beauty-must-haves.html' title='My Top 10 Beauty Must Haves'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jY8zO6w1rbU/TqPbZ4rtgOI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bA6gxv6ezss/s72-c/wave16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6300067525318368366</id><published>2011-04-04T05:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T05:57:59.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere I'd Like to Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgCWftaB9w4/TZmyKbzhtnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hdy6js4XE_k/s1600/greece_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgCWftaB9w4/TZmyKbzhtnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hdy6js4XE_k/s320/greece_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591696304689493618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece, for sure. Before I mentioned Italy and that is at the top of the list, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6300067525318368366?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6300067525318368366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6300067525318368366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6300067525318368366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6300067525318368366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/somewhere-id-like-to-travel.html' title='Somewhere I&apos;d Like to Travel'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgCWftaB9w4/TZmyKbzhtnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Hdy6js4XE_k/s72-c/greece_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3782395831640554795</id><published>2011-04-02T06:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:29:06.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Biggest Insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fKr3X5waPA/TZcWcrhb4KI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eejpZnVs0B4/s1600/424345063_5e1651930e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fKr3X5waPA/TZcWcrhb4KI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eejpZnVs0B4/s320/424345063_5e1651930e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590962144378871970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You'll also notice that I skipped yesterday, sorry, I couldn't find a picture of me when I was little and I looked so hard!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3782395831640554795?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3782395831640554795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3782395831640554795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3782395831640554795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3782395831640554795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-biggest-insecurity.html' title='My Biggest Insecurity'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fKr3X5waPA/TZcWcrhb4KI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eejpZnVs0B4/s72-c/424345063_5e1651930e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3806792254521606935</id><published>2011-03-31T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:26:00.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Has Made a Huge Impact on My Life Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFBF1MCdiII/TZVh2_h1txI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lCn10eZ9eyo/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFBF1MCdiII/TZVh2_h1txI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lCn10eZ9eyo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590482109844535058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words need be said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3806792254521606935?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3806792254521606935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3806792254521606935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3806792254521606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3806792254521606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-that-has-made-huge-impact-on.html' title='Something That Has Made a Huge Impact on My Life Lately'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFBF1MCdiII/TZVh2_h1txI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lCn10eZ9eyo/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6867515402173282894</id><published>2011-03-30T05:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T05:30:08.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Who Inspires Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HI1JayFWQYs/TZMTHIaFYrI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xj64Xhj6UFE/s1600/Lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HI1JayFWQYs/TZMTHIaFYrI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xj64Xhj6UFE/s320/Lauren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589832575733818034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren from &lt;a href="http://www.busybeelauren.blogspot.com"&gt;Busy Bee Lauren&lt;/a&gt; was my inspiration to start a blog, and since then she continues to make me want to be more "Awesome-spice". She's extremely talented- she takes awesome pictures, and makes way cute accessories. She is hilarious, seriously. She has the cutest sense of style, she is beautiful and she is always positive and nice!&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a regulard reader of her blog - you should be!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6867515402173282894?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6867515402173282894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6867515402173282894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6867515402173282894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6867515402173282894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/someone-who-inspires-me.html' title='Someone Who Inspires Me'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HI1JayFWQYs/TZMTHIaFYrI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xj64Xhj6UFE/s72-c/Lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4453099916664947582</id><published>2011-03-29T01:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:42:57.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Want to Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-fHZWiFQfE/TZGNUJs6jII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Fo0jZgw6Zks/s1600/rome-trevi-fountain-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-fHZWiFQfE/TZGNUJs6jII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Fo0jZgw6Zks/s320/rome-trevi-fountain-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589403989884701826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to visit Trevi Fountain in Rome, Italy. I would be able to die happy if I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4453099916664947582?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4453099916664947582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4453099916664947582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4453099916664947582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4453099916664947582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Something I Want to Do Before I Die'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-fHZWiFQfE/TZGNUJs6jII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Fo0jZgw6Zks/s72-c/rome-trevi-fountain-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1351226478268316101</id><published>2011-03-28T05:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:16:53.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Could Never See My Life Without</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7o5vdRHP2bY/TZBt-a_S1xI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qovdSIcU4g8/s1600/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7o5vdRHP2bY/TZBt-a_S1xI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qovdSIcU4g8/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589088056730900242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never go showerless. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1351226478268316101?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1351226478268316101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1351226478268316101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1351226478268316101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1351226478268316101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-i-could-never-see-my-life.html' title='Something I Could Never See My Life Without'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7o5vdRHP2bY/TZBt-a_S1xI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qovdSIcU4g8/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8902832649691207510</id><published>2011-03-27T00:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:09:00.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Band/Artist</title><content type='html'>Britney Spears. 311. Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtg6TlP7EfM/TY7UPEU6JqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Kp64JK-PHFc/s1600/britney%2Bspears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtg6TlP7EfM/TY7UPEU6JqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Kp64JK-PHFc/s320/britney%2Bspears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588637542937929378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzPhpbTVD5I/TY7UPAAkzKI/AAAAAAAAA64/TYFIp07CpZY/s1600/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzPhpbTVD5I/TY7UPAAkzKI/AAAAAAAAA64/TYFIp07CpZY/s320/311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588637541778902178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaXUG96lYaM/TY7UOziuFKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/LzHXI4ybAJ8/s1600/Muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaXUG96lYaM/TY7UOziuFKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/LzHXI4ybAJ8/s320/Muse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588637538432455842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8902832649691207510?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8902832649691207510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8902832649691207510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8902832649691207510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8902832649691207510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-bandartist.html' title='My Favorite Band/Artist'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtg6TlP7EfM/TY7UPEU6JqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Kp64JK-PHFc/s72-c/britney%2Bspears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2741100734939716632</id><published>2011-03-26T00:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:52:11.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ip2U8z3y5U/TY2M_-QPl-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/valjstcK27o/s1600/The%2BFam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588277743307429858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ip2U8z3y5U/TY2M_-QPl-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/valjstcK27o/s320/The%2BFam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best. Family. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2741100734939716632?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2741100734939716632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2741100734939716632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2741100734939716632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2741100734939716632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-i-love.html' title='Something I Love'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ip2U8z3y5U/TY2M_-QPl-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/valjstcK27o/s72-c/The%2BFam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-886960814509882473</id><published>2011-03-25T05:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:11:07.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Something I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bLRVAgFbqc/TYx3qdcfB2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/R4E21ybEMAo/s1600/n101-calories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587972809002256226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bLRVAgFbqc/TYx3qdcfB2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/R4E21ybEMAo/s320/n101-calories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo calories. Boo counting them. Boo fat. Boo calories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-886960814509882473?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/886960814509882473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=886960814509882473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/886960814509882473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/886960814509882473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-something-i-hate.html' title='A Picture of Something I Hate'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bLRVAgFbqc/TYx3qdcfB2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/R4E21ybEMAo/s72-c/n101-calories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1548090736961263623</id><published>2011-03-24T01:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:15:32.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of the Person I Do the Most Crazy Things With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upAb5AcXupY/TYruevs6LhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/G2B_qHCPDr8/s1600/Manda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587540499674836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upAb5AcXupY/TYruevs6LhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/G2B_qHCPDr8/s320/Manda.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, my sister is making this list (at least, possibly) twice. I decided to sift through her FB pictures and I found this one of her - I have to brag, I have the prettiest sister :)&lt;br /&gt;We seriously do the craziest things together. From singing loud in the car to Nsync, Hanson, and the Spice Girls - and yes that was recent, to doing funny "model photo shoots", and playing one of our favorite games "1,2,3 He's Yours" at the mall. (We stole the idea from Gilmore Girls. Basically, you take turns, and you have three chances to pick your "boyfriend" from the people that pass you. You can skip the first two, but beware because you HAVE to keep the third if you pass up the first two). We would end up LAUGHING so hard because some of our winners were so akward.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we be crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1548090736961263623?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1548090736961263623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1548090736961263623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1548090736961263623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1548090736961263623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-person-i-do-most-crazy.html' title='A Picture of the Person I Do the Most Crazy Things With'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upAb5AcXupY/TYruevs6LhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/G2B_qHCPDr8/s72-c/Manda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1982566242997888762</id><published>2011-03-23T05:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:23:43.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Of The Person Who Has Gotten You Through The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKY1a05Qf4/TYnXfCkIoYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9ja2hWYf-mY/s1600/Me%2BAnd%2BCody.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587233740994158978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKY1a05Qf4/TYnXfCkIoYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9ja2hWYf-mY/s320/Me%2BAnd%2BCody.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's crazy to think about how much my hubby and I have been through together since we started dating. Our first date was April 21, 2005. We've been together for almost 6 years!!! Since then there have been births, deaths, parties, divorces, weddings, movings, good things and bad things and the entire time I knew that Cody would be there for me just like I'd be there for him. I've survived because of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1982566242997888762?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1982566242997888762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1982566242997888762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1982566242997888762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1982566242997888762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-person-who-has-gotten-you.html' title='A Picture Of The Person Who Has Gotten You Through The Most'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKY1a05Qf4/TYnXfCkIoYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9ja2hWYf-mY/s72-c/Me%2BAnd%2BCody.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4567144650555189135</id><published>2011-03-22T06:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:55:19.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture That Makes Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXdgjJtS4ZA/TYicAF1l0yI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qxqOdDEX06k/s1600/work%2Bfunny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586886863133987618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXdgjJtS4ZA/TYicAF1l0yI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qxqOdDEX06k/s320/work%2Bfunny.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4567144650555189135?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4567144650555189135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4567144650555189135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4567144650555189135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4567144650555189135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-that-makes-me-laugh.html' title='A Picture That Makes Me Laugh'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXdgjJtS4ZA/TYicAF1l0yI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qxqOdDEX06k/s72-c/work%2Bfunny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-319081144443451829</id><published>2011-03-21T04:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T04:20:07.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of My Most Treasured Item</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2TeA8QPCdo/TYclZEnrimI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Abxnxt0KHdw/s1600/My%2BRing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586474975443520098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2TeA8QPCdo/TYclZEnrimI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Abxnxt0KHdw/s320/My%2BRing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As far as material things go, my most treasured item is my wedding ring. (I'm going to side-track for a second and point out that I LOVE having white nails lately....).&lt;br /&gt;It started out as one ring (one of the bands) and Cody gave it to me as a promise ring while we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;He then proposed with the middle part with the three diamonds, and then the other band was for our first year anniversary. All three parts have very special meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have also since then had them soldered together so it's one ring.&lt;br /&gt;Even almost 5 years later, I still like to admire it on my hand just like all those newlywed girls do :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-319081144443451829?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/319081144443451829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=319081144443451829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/319081144443451829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/319081144443451829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-my-most-treasured-item.html' title='A Picture of My Most Treasured Item'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2TeA8QPCdo/TYclZEnrimI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Abxnxt0KHdw/s72-c/My%2BRing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-602156911099966838</id><published>2011-03-20T00:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:11:18.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Someone I'd Like to Trade Places With for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmDX4NuwZ4/TYWZyrVHL_I/AAAAAAAAA54/RcFai8IehOI/s1600/sophia-bush-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586040008726753266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmDX4NuwZ4/TYWZyrVHL_I/AAAAAAAAA54/RcFai8IehOI/s320/sophia-bush-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia Bush is my favorite actress. For one thing, she's absolutely beautiful. She is extremely talented. She is my favorite character on One Tree Hill. She's also dated James Lafferty and Austin Nichols (Both OTH guys - Nathan and Julian). Talk about lucky ;).&lt;br /&gt;From what I've read and seen she seems like an awesome person, and I'd love to see what it would be like to be her for just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-602156911099966838?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/602156911099966838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=602156911099966838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/602156911099966838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/602156911099966838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-someone-id-like-to-trade.html' title='A Picture of Someone I&apos;d Like to Trade Places With for a Day'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmDX4NuwZ4/TYWZyrVHL_I/AAAAAAAAA54/RcFai8IehOI/s72-c/sophia-bush-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-959494130426140378</id><published>2011-03-19T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:58:18.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rn6IpaffmgY/TYVQUHoWeJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iEFco3liZNs/s1600/St.%2BGeorge%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585959219398867090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rn6IpaffmgY/TYVQUHoWeJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iEFco3liZNs/s320/St.%2BGeorge%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite memories is something that I get to re-live every summer. Every year, all of the girls on my mom's side of the family get together and we go to St. George to spend a weekend. We shop, swim, eat out, get ice cream, and my favorite part- we always see a play at Tuacahn!!! We've seen Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (a couple of times), Wizard of Oz, Footloose, South Pacific and Cats (we got rained out of Cats - it was sad :( )I hope I'm not forgetting one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a blast and it makes us all so much closer! I've thought that we need to do it more than once a year because it really doesn't last long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-959494130426140378?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/959494130426140378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=959494130426140378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/959494130426140378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/959494130426140378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-memory.html' title='My Favorite Memory'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rn6IpaffmgY/TYVQUHoWeJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iEFco3liZNs/s72-c/St.%2BGeorge%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3733288932921852279</id><published>2011-03-18T05:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:41:35.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture From A Night You'll Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCciCHyL1J0/TYNDzRFQs4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/Ix265JUDvvc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585382510907405186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCciCHyL1J0/TYNDzRFQs4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/Ix265JUDvvc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The WORST but BEST night of my entire life. I will never ever forget the night that Owen was born!!!&lt;br /&gt;From having to take morphine so I could relax, to having to have an emergency c-section, to Owen swallowing Meconium (aka, infant poop) because he was so distressed while he was still in my belly!&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most mom's, I didn't get to hold him until about 12 hours after I had him. And that was miserable. And then I couldn't have him near me 24/7 and that was more miserable (since he had to be in the NICU). And I had to see him like that ^^^ and that was just plain heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Worst night of my life, but also the best because I got him out of all of it :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3733288932921852279?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3733288932921852279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3733288932921852279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3733288932921852279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3733288932921852279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-from-night-youll-remember.html' title='A Picture From A Night You&apos;ll Remember'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCciCHyL1J0/TYNDzRFQs4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/Ix265JUDvvc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4726732297285434776</id><published>2011-03-17T05:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:29:13.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Show</title><content type='html'>It would be impossible for me to just blog about my number one favorite show. Okay, not impossible, I just don't want to. I have so many shows that I LOVE, so I have to mention them all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, One Tree Hill is almost two different shows: Seasons 1-4 and Seasons 5-8. The first four seasons will always always be my favorite. Owen is named after a character (that granted, is in season 5, still OTH), my wedding cake was from OTH, etc.....I'm obsessed!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqZOHDXWc0/TYHuucXpg6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/VECkti0Otn0/s1600/OneTreeHillCast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585007494572901282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqZOHDXWc0/TYHuucXpg6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/VECkti0Otn0/s320/OneTreeHillCast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is my favorite show that is currently on the air. I love every single thing about this show! And Sue Syvlester (yeah, spelling is on purpose, if you've seen the show you'll know ;) ) is hilarious!!! They are all super talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXg6SL1fPVk/TYHuuPdQbeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/F3gADDzhhfM/s1600/glee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585007491106762210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXg6SL1fPVk/TYHuuPdQbeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/F3gADDzhhfM/s320/glee2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The current One Tree Hill is still one of my favorites. Some of the characters are different but I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L264Q6g3IyY/TYHuuK2pM6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/S6AIlq2GNwE/s1600/Watch-One-Tree-Hill-Season-8-Episode-1-Online-Season-8-Premiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585007489871066018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L264Q6g3IyY/TYHuuK2pM6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/S6AIlq2GNwE/s320/Watch-One-Tree-Hill-Season-8-Episode-1-Online-Season-8-Premiere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, How I Met Your Mother. I don't care who you are and what you normally like to watch - you WILL like this show!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDJP5KyMogQ/TYHut9u4nQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/aNUNUVdMLJ0/s1600/himym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585007486348860674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDJP5KyMogQ/TYHut9u4nQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/aNUNUVdMLJ0/s320/himym.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy. Drama, Drama, Drama!!! I love it!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4TbJIsiJY/TYHutp-qZiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/riJndfp7EC0/s1600/Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585007481046328866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4TbJIsiJY/TYHutp-qZiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/riJndfp7EC0/s320/Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, the honorable mentions that I decided not to get a picture of: The Big Bang Theory and The OC. Both awesome, fantastic shows!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4726732297285434776?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4726732297285434776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4726732297285434776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4726732297285434776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4726732297285434776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-show.html' title='My Favorite Show'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqZOHDXWc0/TYHuucXpg6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/VECkti0Otn0/s72-c/OneTreeHillCast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1894807957382566901</id><published>2011-03-16T05:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T05:37:42.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Person I've Been Closest With the Longest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDhMOv6ALMw/TYCfn325FTI/AAAAAAAAA44/vwOQa82yWt0/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584639045297313074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDhMOv6ALMw/TYCfn325FTI/AAAAAAAAA44/vwOQa82yWt0/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To me this was an absolute no brainer. I was lucky enough to be blessed to have my best friend also be my SISTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we were always friends. We'd have our fights, sure, but they'd last - literally - 10 minutes and then we'd be playing again.&lt;br /&gt;On a regular basis we email each other.&lt;br /&gt;I try to go visit her in Logan where she is going to school as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;She stays at my house when she has a short break from school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we know everything about each other.&lt;br /&gt;We are completely different (seriously) and we like to say that we're so close not despite our differences, but BECAUSE of them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to describe how much I love my sister, Amanda, and how grateful I am that she is in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1894807957382566901?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1894807957382566901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1894807957382566901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1894807957382566901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1894807957382566901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-and-person-ive-been-closest-with.html' title='Me and the Person I&apos;ve Been Closest With the Longest'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDhMOv6ALMw/TYCfn325FTI/AAAAAAAAA44/vwOQa82yWt0/s72-c/IMG_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5950183869831985330</id><published>2011-03-15T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:47:49.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Myself With 10 Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9k5SnWfUW3I/TX-j9Pc3UlI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_MR8xkfw7pk/s1600/Snapshot_20110217_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584362335477650002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9k5SnWfUW3I/TX-j9Pc3UlI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_MR8xkfw7pk/s320/Snapshot_20110217_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Right after work - ya know, 5 o'clock in the morning ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being a mom is the best blessing I could have ever asked for&lt;br /&gt;2. I am ALL girl - nailpolish, purses, shoes, makeup, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love old movies: Singin' In the Rain, Jailhouse Rock, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes etc.&lt;br /&gt;4. If I could have played any part in any movie I would have wanted to play Sharpay in High School Musical - you get to sing, dance, act, wear awesome clothes, and be the rich villain ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't kick this Diet Dr. Pepper addiction!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you have long, healthy hair - I E.N.V.Y. you!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. I am slightly obsessed with One Tree Hill. Just ask my family :)&lt;br /&gt;8. Someday I would like to speak these languages: Spanish, French, Italian and maybe a little Japanese :)&lt;br /&gt;9. My dream house is the southern, plantation looking houses with the white columns and pretty blue shutters&lt;br /&gt;10. My life would be complete if I owned my own bakery/cafe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5950183869831985330?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5950183869831985330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5950183869831985330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5950183869831985330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5950183869831985330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-of-myself-with-10-facts.html' title='A Picture of Myself With 10 Facts'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9k5SnWfUW3I/TX-j9Pc3UlI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_MR8xkfw7pk/s72-c/Snapshot_20110217_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6192554767131431775</id><published>2011-03-15T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:37:27.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I struggle with ideas on things to blog about. And I struggle with doing it on a regular basis. So I have seen people doing this and decided that I would try to do it myself. The 30 day blog challenge!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: A picture of yourself with 10 facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: A picture of you and the person you've been closest with the longest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: A picture from a night you'll remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: A picture of your favorite memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: A picture of someone you'd like to trade places for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: A picture of your most treasured item&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: A picture that makes you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10: A picture of the person you do the most crazy things with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: A picture of something you hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: A picture of something you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13: A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14: A picture of something you could never see your life without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 15: A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 16: A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 17: A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 18: A picture of you when you were little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 19: A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 20: A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 21: A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 22: A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 23: A picture of your favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 24: A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 25: A picture of how you spend your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26: A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 27: A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 28: A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 29: A picture that can always make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 30: A picture of someone you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6192554767131431775?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6192554767131431775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6192554767131431775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6192554767131431775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6192554767131431775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2784988744379497484</id><published>2011-02-23T23:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:36:03.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Valentine's Day Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvUWGaUT1io/TWX4L-4CyXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/de5q5a9uWW8/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577136598308538738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvUWGaUT1io/TWX4L-4CyXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/de5q5a9uWW8/s320/love2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently I had seen a lot of the Valentine's Day episodes from TV, and a lot of my friends' Facebook posts about what is supposedly the most romantic day of the year. And yet, you hear men talk about how much they hate the holiday, and women not caring much for it anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;(Most) women are not shallow. (Most) women do not expect a lot. ALL women just want to know that they're loved.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, romance should be an every day thing, but let's face it. Valentine's day has expectations. Not to put the pressure on you guys out there.... But maybe I should? The day doesn't have to be all theatrical with rose petals on the bed, chilled champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. It doesn't even necessarily have to be the usual dinner, flowers, etc. I just think that there should be something, because yes, women do expect SOMETHING even though they may say they don't.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that on Valentine's Day, you didn't wake up and wonder what your significant other was going to do for you. Even if they say "Oh, let's not celebrate it this year...I don't have any money, or I have to work" etc.  deep down you're still hoping for SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying diamonds, roses, proposals, expensive dinners or vacations. Here are some things that maybe can save your butt for next year and not leave your GF/Wife/Fiance just a little disappointed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is a box of chocolates at Walmart? You don't even have to go to See's or Godiva. It's like $5&lt;br /&gt;How much is a card? $2?&lt;br /&gt;One year I wrote down everything I loved about Cody on little papers and filled a glass bowl with them. A vase is like $5, and let's face it, it's super thoughtful and very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Are you married? What if you let your wife take the day off while you took care of the dishes, garbage, dinner etc. That's FREE and she would love it.&lt;br /&gt;Kids? How much you wanna bet your wife would love to not have to change a diaper, drop kids off at lessons, clean up messes etc. Free.&lt;br /&gt;Write her a song or a poem. I know, I know. You're a guy - you're not all mushy. You have that "manly image" to uphold. But for one day a year you can be a little emotional and cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women thrive on romance. Like I said before, we're not asking for a new car or a diamond bracelet from Tiffany's. But any time your girlfriend says she doesn't mind that you're not celebrating Valentine's day this year - she's lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2784988744379497484?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2784988744379497484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2784988744379497484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2784988744379497484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2784988744379497484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-valentines-day-truth.html' title='Post-Valentine&apos;s Day Truth'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvUWGaUT1io/TWX4L-4CyXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/de5q5a9uWW8/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7758143675275259862</id><published>2011-02-22T00:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:55:56.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure?</title><content type='html'>On the second of this month, Owen was officially 18 months old. A lot of my friends that had babies around the same time as me (or even after) are already saying that they're pregnant again. And you know what? I haven't gotten to that point yet where I'm ready to be a mommy of 2.&lt;br /&gt;I love being Owen's and only Owen's mom. I work 24 hours a week on the graveyard shift and then spend the rest of my time keeping up my house, taking care of O, keeping my husband happy and keeping myself happy. The idea of throwing pregnancy and another little one in the mix just doesn't appeal to me quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;I still love babies and get all "oooooooooh" when I see one. But I'm not going to be getting re-knocked up here any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people wonder when I'll get pregnant again. Some people at work like to jokingly ask. No, it's not gonna happen yet. Not caving into the pressure quite yet ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Owen, he's my bestest friend and he is my FAVORITE! I'm completely content with that for now :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7758143675275259862?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7758143675275259862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7758143675275259862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7758143675275259862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7758143675275259862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/02/pressure.html' title='Pressure?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-580249039236595436</id><published>2011-02-07T21:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:52:42.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Play Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I never thought time really flew until I had a baby. Now time escapes me so fast I hardly have time to blink, let alone blog. It's something I want to get back into doing regularly, so here I go, trying to play catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is growing up way too fast. As of the 2nd this month he is 1 1/2 years old. He says "Mama" "Dada" "Hi" and "Dayn-doo" - (Thank you). I have to run to keep up with him, he never wants to stop!  It's insane how much more you can love someone even just over the course of one day. He is my best friend!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ5akdPHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-Lhbhgn0SZQ/s1600/Owen%2BDriving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571174727279262834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ5akdPHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-Lhbhgn0SZQ/s320/Owen%2BDriving.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For his second Halloween, we dressed him up as a little devil and took him trick or treating. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ5BWVO0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4g3F0gP7AtE/s1600/Owen%2BDevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571174720509131586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ5BWVO0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4g3F0gP7AtE/s320/Owen%2BDevil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to dress as my favorite icon - miss Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ47OtUMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ZEmq6JAF6FM/s1600/Whit%2BMarilyn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571174718866542786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ47OtUMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ZEmq6JAF6FM/s320/Whit%2BMarilyn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to do something daring, and got a tattoo. It's Owen's name with a sun after it because since he was a baby the way that I would calm him down is sing "You are my sunshine". It didnt' hurt too bad ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ4rog4II/AAAAAAAAA4A/Tjqs_8d6ArM/s1600/Tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571174714679812226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ4rog4II/AAAAAAAAA4A/Tjqs_8d6ArM/s320/Tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully time slows down just a little bit for me, but right now I'm just enjoying the ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-580249039236595436?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/580249039236595436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=580249039236595436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/580249039236595436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/580249039236595436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2011/02/trying-to-play-catch-up.html' title='Trying To Play Catch-Up'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TVDJ5akdPHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-Lhbhgn0SZQ/s72-c/Owen%2BDriving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5360559218204566790</id><published>2010-06-30T23:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:19:08.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This One Again...</title><content type='html'>Remember my teal bathroom? Well, my hubby wasn't a huge fan. And honestly, I can't blame him. It WAS intense. Described as entering an aquarium. He was skeptical of the color in the first place, so I made a deal with him that if he hated it I would paint it again. Well, you can now see where this is going....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TCwkLs7IFHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/73tRMIN-XdA/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488801829314106482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TCwkLs7IFHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/73tRMIN-XdA/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta da! My newly painted bathroom. Oooh and look, we have blinds now :) I do have to say that I LOVE the grey. Seriously, it looks so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I taped, edged, and painted from 8:30 at night until 3 o'clock in the morning. Let's hope he doesn't hate this color down the road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TCwkA4gNHlI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2Sr0unOyB38/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488801643443854930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TCwkA4gNHlI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2Sr0unOyB38/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5360559218204566790?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5360559218204566790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5360559218204566790&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5360559218204566790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5360559218204566790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-try-this-one-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This One Again...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TCwkLs7IFHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/73tRMIN-XdA/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5792637522331319143</id><published>2010-06-23T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:08:55.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare sanity? Anyone?...</title><content type='html'>To Do lists.&lt;br /&gt;A necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Long.&lt;br /&gt;Again - Necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there is always ALWAYS something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorten the blinds to the length they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;Re-paint the bathroom. Cody hates the blue.&lt;br /&gt;Clean the carpets.&lt;br /&gt;Go through our closets to get things for DI.&lt;br /&gt;Actually GO to DI.&lt;br /&gt;Organize the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Wash the walls and baseboards.&lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY I do have some things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse - the day BEFORE it actually comes out, with my mom and sister :)&lt;br /&gt;Playing (c'mon, I can't call it exercising, because it's FUN) on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Owen's first birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a working mom is work work work. Never stopping.&lt;br /&gt;But Owen is worth it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5792637522331319143?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5792637522331319143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5792637522331319143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5792637522331319143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5792637522331319143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/06/spare-sanity-anyone.html' title='Spare sanity? Anyone?...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4461795949610401093</id><published>2010-06-20T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:18:35.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre's Day!</title><content type='html'>When I was born, I was blessed to the best family I could ask for - and the best daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Things we enjoy together:&lt;br /&gt;Lord Of The Rings&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better dad. To me, he is the greatest. And I'm so lucky that we are such good friends, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also so lucky to have married such an awesome  "dad". Cody loves Owen so much and he is such a good dad to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel like I am blessed with the best "dad's" in the world!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4461795949610401093?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4461795949610401093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4461795949610401093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4461795949610401093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4461795949610401093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/06/padres-day.html' title='Padre&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7386379132940452246</id><published>2010-06-13T21:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:03:35.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>painting my bathrooms BOLD</title><content type='html'>Before we bought our house I had never had the opportunity to paint and personalize my bedroom or apartment. And now I can!!! So I have taken full advantage of my husband's willingness and decided I would go bold with my bathrooms. The downstairs bathroom is actually even more green than the pictures show, and I wish it would capture the TRUE color because I'm in love with it. (don't mind the temporary/fugly blinds. actual blinds are on the way...)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpMf9PzXI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ine0F4phzFg/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482474153595358578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpMf9PzXI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ine0F4phzFg/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpL_g3r8I/AAAAAAAAA3I/63HKCJXzRQA/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482474144886403010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpL_g3r8I/AAAAAAAAA3I/63HKCJXzRQA/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the guest bathroom upstairs I did just one wall black. I thought maybe all four would be a little TOO much.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpLs1O25I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MDKHh0RQPL4/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482474139871533970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpLs1O25I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MDKHh0RQPL4/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, that's a Marilyn Monroe picture on the wall. I heart her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpLcwimAI/AAAAAAAAA24/_orRoTZkjjE/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482474135556888578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpLcwimAI/AAAAAAAAA24/_orRoTZkjjE/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to do with the Master bathroom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7386379132940452246?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7386379132940452246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7386379132940452246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7386379132940452246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7386379132940452246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/06/painting-my-bathrooms-bold.html' title='painting my bathrooms BOLD'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TBWpMf9PzXI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ine0F4phzFg/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7211033203763242985</id><published>2010-06-07T23:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:10:20.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the ZOO!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we went to the Zoo for our first time as a family. We had so much fun and Owen was so good. He sat in his stroller, got held by his mommy and daddy and got to eat snacks and drink apple juice. Man, kids have it good :).&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take him again!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QX4AoRoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/oixy8cVQkN4/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480265430170355330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QX4AoRoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/oixy8cVQkN4/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QXUQTZtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/EOo4z7gAjQA/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480265420572419794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QXUQTZtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/EOo4z7gAjQA/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QWzQYA9I/AAAAAAAAA2g/GFJYcvmvqqo/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480265411714352082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QWzQYA9I/AAAAAAAAA2g/GFJYcvmvqqo/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QWkwd4uI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/00yU8CO3Izw/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480265407822422754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QWkwd4uI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/00yU8CO3Izw/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7211033203763242985?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7211033203763242985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7211033203763242985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7211033203763242985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7211033203763242985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo.html' title='the ZOO!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TA3QX4AoRoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/oixy8cVQkN4/s72-c/IMG_0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6275061461029676724</id><published>2010-05-28T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:11:44.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Born In The Wrong Century</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been on a "Pre-20th Century Movie" kick. I've watched (and loved so much that I bought) Vanity Fair and Shakespeare in Love, with others on my list.&lt;br /&gt;While watching these, I can't help but think "I was born in the wrong century".&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they had bad hygiene (but everyone did, so no one would be offended if it was you, right?).&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was no plumbing.&lt;br /&gt;I realize there were no cars, TV's, internet, cell phones etc.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's not so bad....&lt;br /&gt;I think I could find plenty of things to take my time up otherwise:&lt;br /&gt;Painting&lt;br /&gt;Reading/Writing&lt;br /&gt;Walks&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Friends (I mean let's face it... even to GET to one friend it takes a day! :) )&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I feel extremely blessed with all of the advances in technology that we are able to reap the benefits from.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;With those also come unnecessary evils (internet brings to mind SO many, I think the obvious need not be named - as I don't want my blog being pulled up in the searches, ha ha!).&lt;br /&gt;I could live without Soda - Carbonation, sugar, caffeine. I wouldn't know it, so I wouldn't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Fast food. No more FAT and calories.&lt;br /&gt;TV, etc. Just providing another reason for me to be lazy. And now that I know them, I'm not quite willing to give them up. I just think I wouldn't miss them if I didn't know them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a "Romantic" and that's why that lifestyle is so appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I do sometimes think I was born in the wrong century....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TACgcEBwL5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/-i1KWIOsRoQ/s1600/shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476553550860398482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TACgcEBwL5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/-i1KWIOsRoQ/s320/shake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TACgbpNhttI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tgt5-EJ0RlA/s1600/185719__vanity-fair_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476553543662024402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TACgbpNhttI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tgt5-EJ0RlA/s320/185719__vanity-fair_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6275061461029676724?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6275061461029676724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6275061461029676724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6275061461029676724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6275061461029676724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/born-in-wrong-century.html' title='Born In The Wrong Century'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/TACgcEBwL5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/-i1KWIOsRoQ/s72-c/shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1823386757415833884</id><published>2010-05-14T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:13:26.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Arms</title><content type='html'>Pandora is probably my favorite thing right now. Not only does it play the music that I already love, but I find so much more to like, too.&lt;br /&gt;Today the song "In My Arms" by 'Plumb' came on and I loved it! I thought the lyrics were awesome and the song itself was great.&lt;br /&gt;To me it was a great way to describe how I felt about Owen, too. So without further ado, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby blues, so full of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Your curly cues, your contagious smile&lt;br /&gt;And as I watch, you start to grow up&lt;br /&gt;All I can do, is hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story books are full of fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Of kings and queens and the bluest skies&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn in just knowing&lt;br /&gt;You'll someday see the truth from lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;And storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castles they might crumble&lt;br /&gt;Dreams may night come true&lt;br /&gt;But you are never all alone&lt;br /&gt;Because I will always, always love you&lt;br /&gt;Hey I, hey I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;And storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1823386757415833884?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1823386757415833884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1823386757415833884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1823386757415833884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1823386757415833884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-my-arms.html' title='In My Arms'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6826318682780328273</id><published>2010-05-13T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:48:37.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm Cookin'</title><content type='html'>At my hubby's work they've been very pro Children's Miracle Network. The other day they held a BBQ to raise money, and today they had a bake sale for the employees to raise money as well.&lt;br /&gt;So last night and the night before I was up until the wee hours of the morning baking.&lt;br /&gt;I made cupcakes and cookies and it was so much fun! My mom and brother came over to help with baking the cupcakes and then I stayed up and frosted, count em, 56 cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to show off the cupcakes since I thought they turned out pretty cute :). Notice they're CMN colors (Red and Yellow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-zHCcW0c-I/AAAAAAAAA14/BGECfB3oBAw/s1600/Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470966492133880802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-zHCcW0c-I/AAAAAAAAA14/BGECfB3oBAw/s320/Cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-zHCDqt99I/AAAAAAAAA1w/k6x5cZg0C30/s1600/Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470966485506455506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-zHCDqt99I/AAAAAAAAA1w/k6x5cZg0C30/s320/Cookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6826318682780328273?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6826318682780328273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6826318682780328273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6826318682780328273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6826318682780328273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-im-cookin.html' title='Now I&apos;m Cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-zHCcW0c-I/AAAAAAAAA14/BGECfB3oBAw/s72-c/Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8312073756088076962</id><published>2010-05-10T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:18:49.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Mommy's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jan9AzjqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nTS4OyEmGp4/s1600/11138_323949060176_703845176_9707579_206591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469862127369162402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jan9AzjqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nTS4OyEmGp4/s320/11138_323949060176_703845176_9707579_206591_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my first official Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't describe how grateful I am for the blessing I have gotten to be a mommy. My little Owen is my whole world. Words cannot ever come close to describe how much you love your child. My aunt said that no one can tell you how awesome it is. You just have to find out, which is so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Owen just sat down right by my feet and gave me, what I can best describe as Puppy Eyes - love, adoration, innocence, happiness. I got teary eyed and couldn't help but just be overwhelmed with love for that little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been blessed with the best mom in the whole world. She is my best friend. She is my confidant. She is my mother. I have gained such an appreciation for her in this last year. I'm so grateful for everything that she's done for my siblings and I. I hate going more than a day without talking to her. I love her!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jYNo6w_UI/AAAAAAAAA1g/pQfj8-e0Lro/s1600/OwenBrightEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469859476275264834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jYNo6w_UI/AAAAAAAAA1g/pQfj8-e0Lro/s320/OwenBrightEyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jYNfto1HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/WdPQJko7ztY/s1600/MeMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469859473804285042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jYNfto1HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/WdPQJko7ztY/s320/MeMom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8312073756088076962?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8312073756088076962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8312073756088076962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8312073756088076962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8312073756088076962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-mommys-day.html' title='First Mommy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S-jan9AzjqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nTS4OyEmGp4/s72-c/11138_323949060176_703845176_9707579_206591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7584688669956185367</id><published>2010-05-01T19:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:33:21.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hCG And Other Things</title><content type='html'>After becoming a mommy, something horrible usually happens to your body. You gain weight! And in my case, it wasn't just from being a mommy. It was from date nights, stress over the last 3 years, etc. So I decided that I was going to do that hCG diet that everyone is talking about!&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the 3rd week of "Recovery" on it (still no sugar or starches) and am proud to say that I lost almost 20 pounds and 20 inches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do it again, of course. I gotta get back to my high school weight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news:&lt;/p&gt;Owen crawls around and gets everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still only has two teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this from my brand new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chopped my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our tax credit back and are now getting out of debt (hallelujah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note.... I may be able to get braces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life right now. We're at a great place with everything and I'm excited for what's to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7584688669956185367?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7584688669956185367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7584688669956185367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7584688669956185367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7584688669956185367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/05/hcg-and-other-things.html' title='hCG And Other Things'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4182544295675485237</id><published>2010-03-31T23:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:42:58.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My FAVORITE show One Tree Hill was filming in Park City the other week, so my sister and I went up in hopes that we could see them film and possibly spot our favorite actors. We were in luck. We had the most FANTASTIC time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were driving up, I looked out my window and saw Austin Nichols who plays Julian RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW and I started freaking out and couldn't stop smiling. I told my sis "I SAW JULIAN OMG I SAW JULIAN!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made friends with one of the guys on the crew. We were both wearing flip flops so he came over to us and told us we were crazy. He had coffee in his hands, so I asked him where he got it an his reply was "Oh, it's over on that table but it's only for crew. Do you want one?" AHHH! Yes oh yes oh yes! I kept the cup, too. I got me a souvenir One Tree Hill coffee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they got done filming one of the scenes we decided to get some dinner. We had such a fun time laughing and talking about how fun it was to watch them film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were done with dinner we decided to walk down to the next place that they were filming, and we happened to be on the same side of the street. They had a tent blocking the sidewalk so we got in the road and started walking down. Without realizing it, we walked right in front of half the cast. They were literally in touching range. My sister said to Stephen Colletti "Can I get a picture with you!?" and one of the other guys said "After we're done rehearsing". For a second I thought he was playing around, but then I looked behind us and saw all of the other fans across the street. WHOOPS!!! I was so embarrassed. We really didn't mean to interrupt, it just happened! So we crossed the street and watched them film the last scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in heaven. I can't describe how fun it was to hear "Rolling!!!" and be told "No flashing cameras, no cell phones - turn them off!, no talking!" I mean this was serious business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got some fun pictures. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S7QxwJ4ojrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/c4copSPZ_fA/s320/IMAG0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455039752009453234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S7QxvvQLiSI/AAAAAAAAA0A/lTwPGygHa9w/s1600/IMAG0028.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S7QxvvQLiSI/AAAAAAAAA0A/lTwPGygHa9w/s320/IMAG0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455039744860457250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4182544295675485237?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4182544295675485237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4182544295675485237&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4182544295675485237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4182544295675485237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/S7QyFgfo8CI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wi67Dpjy4N8/s72-c/24551_10150131034435177_703845176_11458904_3981482_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6182252737687356894</id><published>2010-01-11T16:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:34:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of '09</title><content type='html'>This last year has been, without a doubt, the most life changing year that Cody and I have had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January, we both bought new cars. He got a new white Dodge Truck, and I got what I've always wanted - a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and it's charcoal, so I was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to working part time, and I'm grateful to Cody for allowing me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a couple days for us to find the house we wanted, but it took about two months to get everything finalized and closed, making us First Time Homeowners!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the biggest news of all. We became parents to the most wonderful, perfect, handsome, fun little baby boy in the world. Owen owns my heart, and I think he knows it ;). He is our best little friend and he makes everything better just by his sweet little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very eventful year, and I am so lucky and grateful for everything that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to 2010, with these goals in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spend my money more frugally&lt;br /&gt;*What everyone always says : Lose some weight. But hey... I've got baby weight, so I NEED to lose it!&lt;br /&gt;*Give Owen the best Childhood possible&lt;br /&gt;*Cook more at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm still going without sugar - day 11.... I'm thinking I may quit the soda, too. I just like my Diet Dr. Pepper a little too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6182252737687356894?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6182252737687356894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6182252737687356894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6182252737687356894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6182252737687356894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2010/01/recap-of-09.html' title='Recap of &apos;09'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7391970654992619748</id><published>2009-12-28T13:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:21:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of the last month!</title><content type='html'>What an insanely busy month December and the end of November were. I'll try to keep all of this as short as possible, but so much happened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all - We bought a house!!! We are now homeowners. It was a painfully long and stressful ordeal, but we got it, and now we've got a mortgage until I'm 52! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - Both of my parents got married. In the same week! They were both very different weddings, but both equally nice and special. I enjoyed going to both, and it's fun to say that I now have 5 additional siblings :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third - It was Owen's first Christmas!!! He got so spoiled by Grandparents and Aunt's and Uncles. I almost didn't put up the Christmas tree, since I had everything else to unpack, too. But I couldn't NOT do it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420395664424139058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdI2gReTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NewBAAp-VSI/s320/Photo_122509_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420395645963831362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdHxu_iEI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2klCBJE3j9U/s320/Photo_122009_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth - Owen is getting so big! I think he might be starting to teeth! He will grab both of his feet with his hands and it is so funny! I can't believe how much more I love that little boy every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420395652468579410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdIJ92HFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/RyeSIcC1uas/s320/Photo_122209_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420395835409527170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdSzeXcYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1n0p7L2jgCU/s320/Photo_122709_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having all of that go on in a matter of weeks (buying the house being the biggest) I was so stressed! But now it's over and I'm able to relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a "Fat Tuesday" for sugar, and starting January 1st, no more sugar for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be going to Hawaii in February, too. My new step-mom works for Delta so we'd get a good price (Thank you!!!) and then we can go with Cody's dad and step-mom. Crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you're looking for a good book, I recommend "The Hunger Games"! I just finished it and am almost done with the second book in the series, "Catching Fire". So good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cute how much my hubby loves Owen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdJTJFIAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nECjKC1v-es/s1600-h/Photo_122609_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420395672111489026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdJTJFIAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nECjKC1v-es/s320/Photo_122609_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day, I saw Owen munching on his sock, so when I called his name, this is what I got. Him looking at me, sock still in his mouth, and a "What?" expression on his face. Such a goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420399122328456674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkgSIM6DeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/y9GhAL58LsY/s320/Photo_122309_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7391970654992619748?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7391970654992619748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7391970654992619748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7391970654992619748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7391970654992619748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/12/recap-of-last-month.html' title='Recap of the last month!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SzkdI2gReTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NewBAAp-VSI/s72-c/Photo_122509_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6883202931898436238</id><published>2009-11-16T15:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:22:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQcYH3WDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1PKUrp7cKI4/s1600/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414ea970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830213751658546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQcYH3WDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1PKUrp7cKI4/s320/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414ea970b-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQcKaNs_I/AAAAAAAAAy4/m3VKHpE0BT0/s1600/6a00e54f070729883401287564daed970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830210070524914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQcKaNs_I/AAAAAAAAAy4/m3VKHpE0BT0/s320/6a00e54f070729883401287564daed970c-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQPE28qgI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ro2IHuB-e4Y/s1600/6a00e54f070729883401287564dad9970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829985242130946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQPE28qgI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ro2IHuB-e4Y/s320/6a00e54f070729883401287564dad9970c-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQO_dqrJI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hF4Fd4B3rQU/s1600/6a00e54f07072988340120a6641520970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829983793917074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQO_dqrJI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hF4Fd4B3rQU/s320/6a00e54f07072988340120a6641520970b-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQOskk9fI/AAAAAAAAAyg/P5-qZ6fcdNA/s1600/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414fb970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829978722629106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQOskk9fI/AAAAAAAAAyg/P5-qZ6fcdNA/s320/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414fb970b-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQOKYfOPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bx620Q6OzMw/s1600/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414f7970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829969545115890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQOKYfOPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bx620Q6OzMw/s320/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414f7970b-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQNxLvh8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KfOfolV3twE/s1600/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414f2970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829962780772290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQNxLvh8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KfOfolV3twE/s320/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414f2970b-500wi.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6883202931898436238?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6883202931898436238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6883202931898436238&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6883202931898436238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6883202931898436238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SwHQcYH3WDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1PKUrp7cKI4/s72-c/6a00e54f07072988340120a66414ea970b-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-372024404233332744</id><published>2009-10-07T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:47:46.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SszwQoDX-3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/CAMrFxxIoRc/s1600-h/Photo_100609_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389947022475787122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SszwQoDX-3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/CAMrFxxIoRc/s320/Photo_100609_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Owen's two month appointment at the doctor and he had to get his shots. It was the saddest thing in the world. He was just fine, and then all of the sudden "Waaaaah!". The cry was an "I'm in so much pain!" cry, too. It made me tear up a little bit and the nurse had to ask me a couple times if I was okay. Yes - It's just it's my first baby and his first shots. And it was just plain sad. So he just slept most of the day and recovered. When I took his band-aid off later that night there were a couple blood spots on it, and it made me sad, again :(. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the road to losing weight. So far I'm doing pretty good! Nursing, working out every day (whether it's on my Orbitrek (elliptical) or doing Pilates) and eating better. Although, I do still drink my Dr. Pepper. I should probably give that up soon, huh... :( Soon I'll be one hot mamma! (At least that's the goal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-372024404233332744?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/372024404233332744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=372024404233332744&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/372024404233332744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/372024404233332744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/shots.html' title='Shots'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SszwQoDX-3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/CAMrFxxIoRc/s72-c/Photo_100609_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3529755615340613109</id><published>2009-10-01T13:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:20:16.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my baby is almost 2 months old. Time has gone by so fast, and I can't believe how much he is growing up! We measured him (just at home), and when he was born he was 21" long and now he is 24". I'm not sure how much more he weighs but I can definately tell he's getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;He is so much fun and brings so much happiness into our home! It's amazing how much more my husband and I love each other, too. He's definately brought us more together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles all the time now, and it's the cutest thing. He is even starting to make noises like he's trying to giggle and talk. He's getting to where he can hold his head up when I sit him up, and he likes to sit on my lap facing the world.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I miss the newborn stage, but I have to say that this stage that he's at right now, where he is learning to interact and get his personality is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the latest pictures of him. I love the one where he's giving his toy the "stare-down". He's just learning to look at the toys that hang above his swing and bouncer and it's so cute!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387712949410106322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAYdVci9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/gUsxDqXyqus/s320/Photo_093009_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAXvSQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAx4/jXp97lVT0yE/s1600-h/Photo_093009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387712937048731170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAXvSQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAx4/jXp97lVT0yE/s320/Photo_093009_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAXIXRNLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DnZ1-pMbH_k/s1600-h/Photo_092109_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387712926600737970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAXIXRNLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DnZ1-pMbH_k/s320/Photo_092109_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAWpvE_7I/AAAAAAAAAxo/uXJ7yeXt4g4/s1600-h/Photo_091209_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387712918379102130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAWpvE_7I/AAAAAAAAAxo/uXJ7yeXt4g4/s320/Photo_091209_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAWI7kmsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1w-Wb2LEFVc/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387712909573135042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAWI7kmsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1w-Wb2LEFVc/s320/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3529755615340613109?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3529755615340613109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3529755615340613109&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3529755615340613109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3529755615340613109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SsUAYdVci9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/gUsxDqXyqus/s72-c/Photo_093009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2343453108086586945</id><published>2009-08-09T13:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:16:10.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, He Is Here!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday at about 3 o'clock in the morning, I woke up with the worst contractions I could imagine. I grabbed a paper and pen and started to write down every time I got one, and just waited for them to get close enough for me to feel like they were actual "labor pains". &lt;div&gt;The day went on and I kept timing them. They hurt so bad that they would make me cry! After I got out of the shower, I had one so bad that it made me fall to the ground and just bawl my eyes out. I finally told my husband, "I need to go to the hospital!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went at about 1:30 in the afternoon, and they hooked me up to a monitor and "checked" me to see if I had dialated any. I was at a 3. So they chose to admit me, and bring on the epidural!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, the epidural was the scariest thing for me. My husband held my hand, he said I was making it purple, and I cried, not out of pain but because it honestly freaked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I couldn't feel those horrible contractions anymore, and I just chilled in the hospital bed. I had a lot of family come down to share the experience with us and give us support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the day went on, they would keep checking me and I wouldn't dialate any more. So they decided to put me on the medicine Pitocin to see if that would help my contractions get bigger and closer together so that I could get past a 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about 5 or 6 hours, I stayed at a 4. The doctor would come in and tell me my options, and by this time, they thought my chances of a c-section were 50%-50%. (Other factors were that I was a week overdue, and they could tell that the baby was a little big).I really didn't want a c-section, the thought of that freaked me out as well. Of course, I cried a little about that, too. (Labor is a very emotional thing!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was so scared, we called my husband's cousin, and he, my grandpa and a friend of my husband's cousin came and gave me a blessing. I felt so much better afterward, and the thought of the c-section didn't scare me as much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 10:30 that night, they decided that I was going to have a c-section. They got my husband dressed for the O.R. and numbed me a little bit more. As they were wheeling me off I kept thinking "This is so not how I imagined this going at all!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole experience in the operating room was surreal, and I only remember bits and pieces. My husband stayed by my side and held my hand, and I could tell he was nervous, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, at 11:16 pm, Owen Cody was born!!! He weighed 8 pounds 7 ounces and was 21 inches long. He is a tall little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, in the delivery room, they told me that Owen was distressed while still in the womb, and so he had a bowel movement and accidentally breathed in some of the meconium- baby's first poop, which is sticky and black, almost like tar they say. Now, you can imagine, that's not a good scenario! They immediately took him to the Newborn Intensive Care Unit, and I didn't even get to see him. It was so hard. In the morning, they told me I could walk up to the NICU and see him, but after that c-section I was in a lot of pain! I didn't care though, I was determined to see my baby. I had to see him all hooked up to tubes and IV's, there were so many wires I didn't know what went to what. Nothing is harder than seeing your little baby in a position like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cody and even had to wait until about 5 o'clock the next night before we could even hold him for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually they weaned him off of the ventilator, on to oxygen tubes, and then on to an IV. My job then, was to start nursing him to get his blood sugar up so that we could take him home. That meant that every time he woke up, they would call me and I would run up to feed him. I did not sleep hardly at all that entire week. Between feeding, pumping so that my milk would come in, having visitors, getting up to pee all the time (I know, too much info, but seriously, after surgery even little things like that are so time consuming), etc. I maybe got 4 hours a night, and that was split up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was telling people that it was the hardest week of my entire life. After going through such a different (than what I was planning on, but when do things like that ever go to plan?) and trying labor, and then seeing my sweet baby hooked up for so long and not being able to do anything about it, I was emotionally and physically exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, on Thursday, 4 days later, we got to bring Owen home. When they told me we could I cried because I was so relieved and happy. That meant that he was healthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now our family is home together, and he is the cutest, sweetest baby and everything that I went through was so worth it because it was for him. It's amazing how much you love your kids!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uEPKNw_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/3Fvvpae8zuQ/s1600-h/Photo_080809_001.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/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uEPKNw_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/3Fvvpae8zuQ/s320/Photo_080809_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059931172652018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDx9D7NI/AAAAAAAAAww/HoxlBgfUjM8/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDx9D7NI/AAAAAAAAAww/HoxlBgfUjM8/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059923332852946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDpQHzlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gfGHR4Acza0/s1600-h/6450_139280058218_680828218_3275830_3221981_n.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/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDpQHzlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gfGHR4Acza0/s320/6450_139280058218_680828218_3275830_3221981_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059920996879954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDN8kDyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Y0UhnFaQBLc/s1600-h/6450_138549523218_680828218_3261754_3629410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uDN8kDyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Y0UhnFaQBLc/s320/6450_138549523218_680828218_3261754_3629410_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059913667088162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uC4qYaiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/K-ehl2jAOFE/s1600-h/6450_138549493218_680828218_3261752_468244_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&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/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uC4qYaiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/K-ehl2jAOFE/s320/6450_138549493218_680828218_3261752_468244_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059907953682978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2343453108086586945?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2343453108086586945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2343453108086586945&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2343453108086586945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2343453108086586945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-he-is-here.html' title='Finally, He Is Here!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sn8uEPKNw_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/3Fvvpae8zuQ/s72-c/Photo_080809_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5729404205102440121</id><published>2009-07-17T20:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:53:08.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Skipped But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>A few things have happened in between posts that were just skipped over because other things seemed to need to be blogged first. So here they are, not forgotten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I decided that after going through what I have, I deserved a "spa" day. So I went and got a manicure and pedicure. And I love my toes. So I had to post them. They look like ruby slippers!!! At least they're cute enough to take off some of the focus from the swelling....which is still there :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE1aQe7QgI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RFjqxwYh-GE/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359623756765151746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE1aQe7QgI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RFjqxwYh-GE/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, for our annual Fourth of July party, we decorated cakes, and I thought (for my lack of skills) mine was pretty cute, considering :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359624590335873410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE2KxxrEYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Nj-oWFacLgg/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, I hate to end on a sad note, but the day after Father's Day, we had to put our sweet dog Heidi to sleep :(. She was 12 years old, and for a toy poodle, that's longer than the life expectancy, so we were lucky to have her as long as we did. She had cataracts, making her completely blind, she no longer had control of her bladder, and she would throw up etc. It was just time for her to "be perfected". I say, at least she can see now :) It was a sad couple of days but at the same time, we were all at a realization that it was just time. We miss her, but we'll see her again someday! And yes....it's the poor dog I accidentally cut off part of her tongue, so at least now she's "whole" again, too :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is when she looked good:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627300845144706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE4ojNcSoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/pLo6ecoLjT4/s320/Photo_050908_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here she is, the day before, you can tell, she just doesn't look good :( :&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627305306793970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE4oz1Lp_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dJUKn1w1pD0/s320/Photo_062109_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is at 10 days! I'm getting really anxious, a little nervous, a lot excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5729404205102440121?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5729404205102440121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5729404205102440121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5729404205102440121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5729404205102440121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-skipped-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Things Skipped But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SmE1aQe7QgI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RFjqxwYh-GE/s72-c/IMG_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5156663729719553267</id><published>2009-07-13T23:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:08:39.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George, 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last weekend, the girls on my mom's side of the family took our annual trip to St. George. It was so much fun, and the only thing that brought me home was the fact that I missed my husband too much :(. (And the fact that the whole weekend the baby kept dropping and I had the constant thought in the back of my mind "Will I go into labor down here?!"). We swam, saw a movie, went shopping and saw "Footloose" at Tuacahn. It was so much fun! Here are some pictures :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today = 14 days to my due date. While we were in St. George my grandma was so sweet and bought me a rocking chair - lifesaver! I just packed my hospital bag. I can't wait.... :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177836306553970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSWnBsXHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Cp3TxUkytrk/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177829951249906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSWPWeHfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5iVIgXzFy90/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177825462958514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSV-oYObI/AAAAAAAAAvY/JnipqRU47qo/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177823232574850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSV2UnRYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JbTesuejg7s/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177841668722818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSW7AIkII/AAAAAAAAAvw/9kqW5MT6bzw/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5156663729719553267?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5156663729719553267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5156663729719553267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5156663729719553267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5156663729719553267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-george-2009.html' title='St. George, 2009!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlwSWnBsXHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Cp3TxUkytrk/s72-c/IMG_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6168854370582632527</id><published>2009-07-06T13:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:03:01.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Scare</title><content type='html'>One of the many joys of being pregnant is swelling. I have been a little bit, especially the last couple months, but on Saturday it was so bad that we thought we were going to have to go to the hospital. My feet looked like balloons - they looked disgusting! When I would walk I could occasionally feel the liquid in the jiggle. My husband, mom and I were kind of worried. I put my feet up, and yesterday just took it really easy with my feet elevated most of the day. The swelling has gone down, but it's definately something I'm asking the dr. about when I go in on Wednesday! I almost didn't want to post this picture because it really is just gross how fat they look, but my excuse is it's because I'm pregnant. They really aren't that fat! :) It's too bad that the only way it really goes away is from having the baby. 3 weeks from today is my due date though... I'm in the last stretch! Notice the sad attempt at painting my toenails...I couldn't reach too good, ha ha!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439983067537810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlJYSk6qIZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SEzZnybIpBw/s320/Photo_070409_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6168854370582632527?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6168854370582632527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6168854370582632527&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6168854370582632527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6168854370582632527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/07/swollen-scare.html' title='Swollen Scare'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SlJYSk6qIZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SEzZnybIpBw/s72-c/Photo_070409_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3921048254841406025</id><published>2009-07-01T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:08:49.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Wow, life somehow gets more hectic when you have kids. Oh wait! I don't have him yet! And I still find it hard to do things like blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 36 week mark. 26 more days until my due date. We have almost everything ready: crib, dresser/changing, carseat and two strollers (one is a more portable one), pack-and-play, high chair, swing, lots of diapers, lots of clothes etc. I feel pretty prepared. All I have to do now really is pack my hospital bag, and small things like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying of heat... I'm ready to wear my wedding ring again, and I would like to sleep on my stomach like I used to :).&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I just want to hold him!!! It's crazy how much you can love something without ever having seen it before (excluding ultra-sounds of course).&lt;br /&gt;As excited as I am for him to be here, I think the husband is even more :) Which makes me really happy. He's so excited about the whole thing, and I think he is going to be a great dad.&lt;br /&gt;The name we're thinking of is Owen, and that will probably be it, but you never know, that could change the day he actually comes!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find more time to post. I need to get another picture of the belly, because I swear it feels like it just gets bigger every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3921048254841406025?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3921048254841406025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3921048254841406025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3921048254841406025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3921048254841406025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5511003573407807602</id><published>2009-05-27T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:51:13.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Huge I've Gotten</title><content type='html'>I'm sure every other woman out there who has been pregnant can agree - getting pictures taken of you when you're GINORMOUS isn't exactly the most fun thing in the world. BUT, I guess someday I'll want to look back and remember what I looked like. Last Saturday I went with my family to some cemetaries, and while we were at one we took this picture. I can't believe how HUGE I've gotten....but that's pregnant life, eh?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340639980480245442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sh3DxC3GLsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/bDE4u54xmzY/s320/4191_100186368080_778323080_1802861_6805462_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5511003573407807602?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5511003573407807602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5511003573407807602&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5511003573407807602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5511003573407807602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-huge-ive-gotten.html' title='How Huge I&apos;ve Gotten'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/Sh3DxC3GLsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/bDE4u54xmzY/s72-c/4191_100186368080_778323080_1802861_6805462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-9125251268916555623</id><published>2009-05-17T14:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:48:23.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I Needed More Proof....</title><content type='html'>....That I shouldn't own a dog. But last night driving home from one of my baby (Thanks Lauren for telling me to fix it, ha ha!!!) showers I almost hit a dog!!!! Luckily I saw it on the side of the road, but for SOME reason it decided to dart RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!! I slammed on my brakes....our gifts all flew everywhere.... and the dog just walked away... That's cool....&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried if I had hit it!!! I honestly wouldn't doubt if my car 'touched' him even, it was THAT close!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's just what I need right now, a heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-9125251268916555623?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/9125251268916555623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=9125251268916555623&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/9125251268916555623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/9125251268916555623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-i-needed-more-proof.html' title='Like I Needed More Proof....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-505925242830284661</id><published>2009-05-11T14:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:04:03.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day was a great day. We actually celebrated it Saturday, too, by going to dinner at Texas Roadhouse with the hubby's mom, sisters, and their husband and boyfriend and nieces. It was a really good time! We went in on an ice cream maker for his mom, and I'm excited to go over there and make some homemade ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to my mom's house and bbq'd with her mom and one of her sisters. It was fun to see everyone. I got my mom some yummy body butter from Victoria's Secret...mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really cute because even though He hasn't quite come out yet (getting close though!), my hubby and dad both got me roses and wished me a Happy Mother's Day. My hubby got me two dozen and my dad got me three beautiful roses! I felt so spoiled :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334674310955709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SgiSBYDqssI/AAAAAAAAAu4/k4cJEBQMmOY/s320/Photo_051009_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334674312273698210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SgiSBc95naI/AAAAAAAAAuw/WdT4GDfXi0A/s320/Photo_050909_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-505925242830284661?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/505925242830284661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=505925242830284661&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/505925242830284661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/505925242830284661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SgiSBYDqssI/AAAAAAAAAu4/k4cJEBQMmOY/s72-c/Photo_051009_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8893232555890535328</id><published>2009-04-29T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:09:30.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight with Cheeseburgers</title><content type='html'>I saw this and thought it was pretty funny. I had to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daTTOyu-E1w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daTTOyu-E1w&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a Twilight fan, you'll enjoy it. Sorry, I can't for the life of me figure out how to get it to just play on here :(.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8893232555890535328?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8893232555890535328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8893232555890535328&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8893232555890535328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8893232555890535328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-with-cheeseburgers.html' title='Twilight with Cheeseburgers'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4436679098537871290</id><published>2009-04-27T15:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:06:37.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evidence</title><content type='html'>I really debated whether to post this or not. Because I still feel HORRIBLE, and putting it here for everyone so see almost makes it more real. But I also feel like you deserve to see it, too. As jaw-dropping as it might be. I still get sick when I look at it, it makes me so sad!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But....*sigh* here is the tip of Heidi's tongue. May I repeat....it was a complete and total ACCIDENT!!! :(&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480450749552834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SfYeO7BQ2MI/AAAAAAAAAuo/mVrsAvQ0f5U/s320/Photo_042309_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4436679098537871290?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4436679098537871290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4436679098537871290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4436679098537871290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4436679098537871290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/04/evidence.html' title='The Evidence'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SfYeO7BQ2MI/AAAAAAAAAuo/mVrsAvQ0f5U/s72-c/Photo_042309_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1991969662768958684</id><published>2009-04-24T12:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:20:08.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Shouldn't Have a Dog</title><content type='html'>I debated posting this. It's sad, it's my fault, and I'm embarrassed. I did though, finally decide to write it because there is an ever so small amount of comedy in it, and, I guess we just have to laugh when the unexpected happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went over to my mom's for our usual Pizza and Movie/the Office/Shopping...just hanging out night. She hadn't gotten home from work yet, and my brothers weren't there, so I decided to be responsible and let the family dog "outside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I brought her back in I noticed she stunk, so I decided "Well, hey, I've got time, why not give her a bath?". After washing her I also decided that her hair was freakishly long, so why not trim her up? I mean, summer is coming and I don't want her to be hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cutting her hair, getting most of her back and sides done. (Her legs and back-end still needed cutting) I moved on to her face so she could "see" (she has cataracts, she is 12 years old, she can't really see, but at least her hair would be out of her face, right?) and that was a BIIIIIG mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some of her hair from her neck in my hands, scissors ready. I had been really careful this whole time to not get too close and accidentally cut her skin. With all of the bad luck and bad timing in the world, the second the scissors went 'snip', she decided to lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No whine. No yipe. No nothing. She just started to stick her tongue out a lot. And then I saw it. The tip of her tongue in the bottom of the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CUT OFF THE TIP OF MY DOG'S TONGUE! My poor, old, blind dog now had one more ailment, she didn't have a whole tongue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was laugh, for about three seconds. How does this happen?! And then I just started to bawl. By this time my mom was home and she was in the kitchen doing dishes. I yelled out "I cut Heidi's tongue off!!!" (okay it wasn't OFF, it was just the very tip, a very small amount) mid-sobs. She said when she heard that she was like "Did I seriously hear what I think I just heard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time there was blood all over my poor puppy's mouth and I was still just in shock. I felt SO bad! I washed her off, took her out and dried her. We put her in her kennel so she wouldn't try to rub her face on the carpet (you know how dog's do right after they get out of a bath...). The towel she was on had a lot of blood on it and all night I just kept saying "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, I don't even know if it hurt her or not. She never whined or yelped or made any notion for one to believe that it did hurt. I think what was going on her head was "What the crap just happened to the end of my tongue?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my mom this morning to check up on her, and she is eating and drinking just fine. It was just a freak accident that I will never live down! (I was cutting my husband's hair this morning and he said "Just cut hair!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to share, because I find it so unbelieveable still. How often does that happen? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339560698108818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SfIQmYYSW5I/AAAAAAAAAug/RcbTY8yqJNE/s320/Photo_050908_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Heidi, when she was whole :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1991969662768958684?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1991969662768958684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1991969662768958684&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1991969662768958684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1991969662768958684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-shouldnt-have-dog.html' title='Why I Shouldn&apos;t Have a Dog'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SfIQmYYSW5I/AAAAAAAAAug/RcbTY8yqJNE/s72-c/Photo_050908_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2783743472831645262</id><published>2009-04-01T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:06:12.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Girl</title><content type='html'>For the last two months I haven't had to work very much. I have just been doing a paper route to hotels in our area. It's really early and only takes about an hour and so I have the rest of the day to myself which is really nice. And it's been a nice easy income. But I must say.... a girl gets bored. And a girl realizes "I still want braces!". So a girl gets a second job. I'm going to start working for a company that I worked for for about a year or so, about a year ago. I'm really excited to do it, because its only a few hours in the afternoon and it will give me the opportunity to save up for braces. I have wanted braces forever! So wish me luck, I'm a little nervous because I hope I can remember everything! I've never done two jobs at once before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2783743472831645262?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2783743472831645262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2783743472831645262&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2783743472831645262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2783743472831645262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-girl.html' title='Workin&apos; Girl'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4660822456483366538</id><published>2009-03-12T17:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:22:59.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love To See The Temple</title><content type='html'>(And now I have that song stuck in my head, he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312444346609984578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SbmX_Ji4ZEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xQd9Lx1AIRs/s320/draper-temple-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my sister, mom and I all went to the Draper Temple Open House. It was AMAZING. It's the second open house I've been to (the first was the Mt. Timpanogos Temple), but because I'm older this time I feel like I was able to appreciate it more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The spirit inside was so incredible, but as soon as you walked into the Celestial Room, is was overwhelming, and all three of us got teary-eyed. It was like, as soon as you stepped foot in there, you couldn't help but feel the spirit. I didn't want to leave. I am so glad that I got this experience, and I'm grateful for my sister for getting the tickets for us!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312445383752012610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SbmY7hMz00I/AAAAAAAAAuY/e-iZtlhG0oE/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much opportunity for pictures outside in front of the temple, but they had a room in a church building right next door that had plenty of awesome pictures to take pictures in front of (this being our favorite :D).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4660822456483366538?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4660822456483366538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4660822456483366538&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4660822456483366538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4660822456483366538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I Love To See The Temple'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SbmX_Ji4ZEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xQd9Lx1AIRs/s72-c/draper-temple-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8571729580244151871</id><published>2009-03-11T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:40:24.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                               BOY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out this morning, that the little baby growing inside of me, is in fact, a Boy!!! I didn't have time to post my opinion on what I thought it was going to be before, but I have to brag and say that I did have a feeling that it was a boy :).&lt;br /&gt;Cody and I couldn't be more excited!!! We have been all smiles all morning and calling family and friends. We are so happy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8571729580244151871?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8571729580244151871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8571729580244151871&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8571729580244151871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8571729580244151871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/03/its.html' title='It&apos;s A.....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-701884887464215359</id><published>2009-03-06T12:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:38:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump!</title><content type='html'>I was trying really hard to think of something clever for the title of this post. I think being pregnant has made my mind slower, and so, instead of wasting time killing what brain cells I have left, I opted for the simple, but oh so lame title of "Bump!". So please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I know what you're dying to see, so I will grant that wish. My baby bump. Again, you'll have to forgive me, for the ironing board and vacuum in the background. (I'm going to pretend it makes me look "home-maker-ey" and not messy, ha ha!). And notice the much darker hair :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310161031612890482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SbF7UuVofXI/AAAAAAAAAts/XacQyT6TYxs/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-701884887464215359?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/701884887464215359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=701884887464215359&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/701884887464215359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/701884887464215359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/03/bump.html' title='Bump!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SbF7UuVofXI/AAAAAAAAAts/XacQyT6TYxs/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1906105442724950147</id><published>2009-02-28T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:43:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl?</title><content type='html'>My next dr. appointment is on March 11th, and just so happens to my my 20 week mark, so that is when I am going to have my ultrasound and find out if the baby is  boy or a girl! It seems like the time just flew, and I can't believe I'm already to the point of finding out what I'm having. So I want to take a poll and see what everyone thinks I'm going to have! I added the poll to my sidebar, so if you have a second, vote! Even if you don't leave a comment (but comments are always more than welcome ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a couple funny stories about this whole Pregnancy experience that I'm having, that I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I was really craving Sierra Mist soda. My husband and I went to WalMart, Albertsons, the gas station by our house, Walgreens, and NONE of the places had Sierra Mist! It made me tear up a bit (okay, all you ladies who have been pregnant KNOW, you can't control your emotions!!!) and everytime I would walk out of a store empty handed my husband would just start laughing because I looked so sad and because it was pretty comical that I couldn't find it ANYWHERE! Well, I went online to find out where I could buy it (it actually worked!) and it turns out they don't sell it in the county I live in, the closest store they sell it in is 20 minutes away! So I drove up and stocked up, and haven't run out since :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the other day, I was taking out the garbage. Afterwards I washed my hands and grabbed the towel that was on the counter to dry my hands off (which was weird, it's usually hanging on the oven door...). So I smelled my hands to smell the soap, and they smelled funny....so I asked my husband "Did you wipe up something with this?!" and he said yes.... and I started to cry! I had to re-wash my hands!!!! And get a new towel out! Oh the horror! I just have to laugh at how ridiculous that was, but I seriously couldn't help but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my emotions are more under control, my nausea has subsided, I have TONS more energy (enough to totally de-clutter my house...apparently it's called "nesting"?) and besides the ever-growing bump in my belly, I hardly feel "pregnant" (at least not the bad symptoms - thank heaven!). I am really loving this pregnancy thing, I can't wait until it's here though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the poll! Boy or Girl!!! I'll post my opinion the night before the appointment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1906105442724950147?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1906105442724950147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1906105442724950147&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1906105442724950147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1906105442724950147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/02/boy-or-girl.html' title='Boy or Girl?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4056613868065982838</id><published>2009-01-30T06:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:10:32.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be Happy You Read This ;)</title><content type='html'>The other night at work, a friend of mine made my night. She gave me the greatest recipe that exists.....It's for salads similar to those you'd find at Cafe Rio or Costa Vida! And if you haven't tried either of those places, trust me, you'll want to try this. I do have to give credit to the author: Janet Eyring - Co-Author of 101 Things to Do With a Slow Cooker etc.  I haven't personally made it yet (I just barely got the recipe) but I wanted to hurry and share it with my friends as fast as I could. I know how yummy these salads are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll quit making you wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Pulled Pork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (3-5) pound sirloin or boneless pork loin roast&lt;br /&gt;1 cup salsa (you could use a "roasted" flavor salsa for more complex flavor)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place ingredients in a greased 3 1/2 - 4 1/2 quart slow cooker. Cover and cook on low heat 8-10 hours. Shred pork with a fork or potato masher before serving. Use meat in burritos, tacos or salads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cilantro-Lime Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup uncooked converted white rice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons freshly squeezed lime juice&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon grated lime peel (zest)&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons fresh chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 oz) chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan combine rice, butter or margarine, garlic, lime peel, chicken broth and water. Bring to a boil. Cover and cook 15-20 minutes, until rice is tender. Remove from heat. In a small bowl combine lime juice, sugar and cilantro. Pour over hot cooked rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creamy Tomatillo Salad Dressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 envelope ranch salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;juice from 2 limes, freshly squeezed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 envelope fiesta ranch salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup fresh chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;6 tomatillos, husked and cut in half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. Store in refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Beans&lt;/strong&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup tomato juice&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons fresh chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 oz) black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a non-stick skillet, cook garlic and cumin in olive oil over medium heat (until you smell it). Add beans, tomato juice and salt. Continually stir until heated through. Just before serving stir in cilantro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortillas: You can buy uncooked at Costco or Sams Club. Sprinkle them on one side with mexican blend cheese while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla Strips: Buy small round corn tortillas and cut into strips with a pizza cutter. Fry them in oil until golden and drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotija cheese (grated) and cilantro for additional toppings/garnishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck! I hope they turn out great! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4056613868065982838?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4056613868065982838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4056613868065982838&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4056613868065982838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4056613868065982838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-be-happy-you-read-this.html' title='You&apos;ll Be Happy You Read This ;)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5163433000356917618</id><published>2009-01-22T06:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:31:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Phew! I've been gone from this for a long time. I've been so busy! But here's a brief checklist of what life has been like since my last post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Christmas was awesome, it was great to see family and enjoy the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We finally got a Wii...and I love it, now all I need is Wii Fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Not much more snow...it's all melting, so no more driving in it, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm going to be doing a new job..no more graveyards, and I cannot tell you how happy I am about that! This new job will only be 2 hours a day instead of 6 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Hubby and I have been getting into the show "How I Met Your Mother" and we love it. We have the first 3 seasons on DVD and we watch it all the time. It's hilarious, so if you've wondered about it? Watch it. Please. It's 'Legendary'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My hair is no longer ALL blonde. I put a lot of brown in it, and so now it's about half and half, and I really like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And now, the coolest and best news of all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last dr. appointment we went in to hear the heartbeat. But it was too quiet!!! :( I was sad that I couldn't hear it, but then got happy when the dr. said "Well, let's just do an ultrasound instead", so I got to SEE my baby!!! It's sooo tiny, but sooo cute :) It's only 12 weeks, so we can't tell what the gender is yet. But I will be announcing that as soon as we find out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my baby!!!!! I don't know how well you can pull it out, but it's head is in the left, with the black hole being it's eye, and the white spot that's kinda fuzzy in front of it's head is it's hand!!! :) Yay!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294109792614106914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SXh0zpauRyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T4WcaBZQhl4/s320/38001078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5163433000356917618?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5163433000356917618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5163433000356917618&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5163433000356917618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5163433000356917618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SXh0zpauRyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T4WcaBZQhl4/s72-c/38001078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7638397780882007833</id><published>2008-12-19T05:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:38:30.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment, Followed By Almost Dying</title><content type='html'>My first Dr. Appointment was this past Wednesday. I got to do all of the fun things, like get three tubes of blood drawn, etc. (I didn't get lightheaded though, I felt just fine!) The Doctor told me the due date, which is July 27th. He said that I was right on schedule to be 8ish weeks along. Looks like everything is going great so far, so hopefully it continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the hubby and I decided to do some Christmas shopping. The day before yesterday and today, all it has done is snow. Straight. All day. Non stop. Kill me now. I liked it fine for the first ten minutes, and now I'm quite ready for it to stop!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were driving, and they hadn't plowed the roads yet, and so in an attempt to switch lanes, the icy slush got the better of Hubby's car and we did a full 360! On the busiest street! I'm so grateful we didn't end up in oncoming traffic, and that there wasn't anyone close to us. I did look and see the people behind us waiting for us to get going again, and I was glad to see  them a fair distance away. Luckily, no one was hurt. The car is fine. Just scared a little :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Dr. Appointment is on January 14th for my 12 weeks. Hopefully I can hear a heart beat then!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7638397780882007833?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7638397780882007833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7638397780882007833&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7638397780882007833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7638397780882007833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/12/dr-appointment-followed-by-almost-dying.html' title='Dr. Appointment, Followed By Almost Dying'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7827227330590017928</id><published>2008-12-12T03:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:26:01.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SUI8Lod7A6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KTbpibNPZeM/s1600-h/scared-cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278847883770790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SUI8Lod7A6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KTbpibNPZeM/s320/scared-cat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With pregnancy comes really weird dreams. And that's no understatement. All of the dreams I have had have been so vivid, and really bizzare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night for instance, I had the most scary, and realistic one so far.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;em&gt;My family was in Japan, just getting ready to come home. As soon as I was going to get on the boat, my teeth started falling out. I would feel them wiggle with my tongue and start freaking out, and then all of the sudden I would be spitting them out in my hand! My hand was FULL of my teeth! I was going to have to get dentures!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, I had to check and make sure I still had all of my teeth in place. Scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7827227330590017928?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7827227330590017928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7827227330590017928&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7827227330590017928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7827227330590017928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SUI8Lod7A6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KTbpibNPZeM/s72-c/scared-cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2959669230761242638</id><published>2008-12-10T09:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:28:13.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's almost Christmas, 15 days left to be exact! I have only shopped for two people- my mom and my friend Kaycee. They were easy. Now the rest I have no clue, especially my husband. If anyone has any gift ideas for a 22 year old....help! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for snow to come more, it barely snowed the other day, and as much as I dislike the stuff AFTER Christmas, I love it during December.&lt;br /&gt;I also have too many Christmas parties to prioritize, which is hard, I don't want to make people feel bad for not going to some, but there's too many (especially with 5 different families to go to now! (mom, dad, mom-in-law, dad-in-law, step-mom-in-law)).&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas, but it's kind of stressful. Anyone else feel the same way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2959669230761242638?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2959669230761242638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2959669230761242638&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2959669230761242638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2959669230761242638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-christmas.html' title='Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8549314885266977068</id><published>2008-11-29T05:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:45:07.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This year was a fun, but different Thanksgiving. It was the first year my parents were separated, so it was weird to go to my Grandma's house and my dad not be there, and I missed him, at least I got to see him that night. But we did have two other additions that has never been before: A. My baby (he he even though it's about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; big right now) and my best friend Kaycee. Her family went down to Arizona for Thanksgiving, but she couldn't take work off so she didn't go with them. Instead of having my friend spend Thanksgiving alone, she came with us, and we had so much fun. She fit just right in, so I'm really glad she could come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played Apples to Apples, Cody watched the Dallas game :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274058244924455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/STE4B9VxOoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OeBNcZGyFGM/s320/Photo_112708_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Amanda (with short hair! It's been so long!) and her boyfriend Ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274058243714580610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/STE4B41UAII/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZKZv_RPznm4/s320/Photo_112708_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sister Amanda, and cousin Macy (with cousin Jameson's nice cast on their laps), Kaycee, Me and the Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274058242932551570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/STE4B163L5I/AAAAAAAAAso/fW4R5IRUb9s/s320/Photo_112708_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kaycee and I. We were experimenting what cool effects our phones could take pictures with, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274058333208743250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/STE4HGOYjVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XFjkuSvRICw/s320/Photo_112708_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far being pregnant is hard. Is it okay to complain a little bit? I'm soooo sick, I have the worst cold, and I can't take cold medicine! Boo. And I'm sooo tired! I can't get enough sleep. But I just hope this cold goes away. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just knowing that I am pregnant, and I am helping something grow inside of me is just an amazing experience. I've noticed how much more careful I am about what I'm eating, drinking, doing etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first Dr. Appointment is on Dec. 17th, and we'll probably find out a due date then (although we're thinking end of July? maybe the beginning of August?). Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8549314885266977068?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8549314885266977068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8549314885266977068&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8549314885266977068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8549314885266977068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/STE4B9VxOoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OeBNcZGyFGM/s72-c/Photo_112708_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1088652177142112170</id><published>2008-11-26T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:58:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Need Be Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SS2ORNIcKCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UPL-_cycF_c/s1600-h/Photo_112608_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273027164954699810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SS2ORNIcKCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UPL-_cycF_c/s320/Photo_112608_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1088652177142112170?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1088652177142112170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1088652177142112170&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1088652177142112170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1088652177142112170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-words-need-be-said.html' title='No Words Need Be Said'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SS2ORNIcKCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UPL-_cycF_c/s72-c/Photo_112608_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5394897337418854037</id><published>2008-11-24T14:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:52:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retraction</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to take back something I previously said? Is that legal? Because I would like to do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time (or once upon a last post I wrote...) I dared say that I wasn't "sure" about Robert playing the Swoon-Worthy Edward. I am ashamed of myself. Maybe I fell asleep through the movie-that has to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stepped out of the glorious theater containing my new favorite movie Twilight, actually IMPRESSED by Robert. Not to say I wasn't on Saturday....I was confused (and maybe it was the fact that front row seats cause a slight visual reduction?). I have to admit now, I loved him as Edward. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. His smirk when he and Bella walked into school, and he had his glasses on looking all studly and, well, hot, was just plain *growl*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I am a true believer in Robert now. I want to go see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone who has seen it more than once pick out fun things they didn't notice before? When Bella is running into her room telling her dad she is leaving (running from James) you can see Edward RIGHT by her door! He's just pressed up against the wall! Look for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Stephenie does have a cameo in the diner, but puleez, I noticed that the first time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5394897337418854037?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5394897337418854037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5394897337418854037&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5394897337418854037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5394897337418854037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/retraction.html' title='Retraction'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6893412236974405141</id><published>2008-11-23T13:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:34:53.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SSm-OxSEMoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/uMS2CKV-htc/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271953999770432130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SSm-OxSEMoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/uMS2CKV-htc/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, my husband walked in with a surprise. He had the "Twilight" soundtrack in his hands for me. I can't tell you how excited I was! I've listened to it non-stop since I got it and I love it. If you haven't gotten it yet, you need to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went and saw the movie yesterday morning. I LOVED it! And my husband, who has never read the books and was pretty skeptical of the movie, actually said "It wasn't too bad". Which for Cody, is saying a lot, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to ruin anything, so I won't say much, except that my favorite scene had to be the Baseball Game scene. It gave me goosebumps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Kristin Stewart who played Bella did an awesome job. I wasn't sure about her at first but I was pleasantly surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't know how I felt about Robert playing Edward.... I thought he did a good job, I just guess I still had a different picture of Edward in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see it again!!! Maybe tomorrow? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from Twilight, my mom, best friend Kaycee and I went to "Quantum of Solace" and I must say I loved that, too. It was intense and full of action!! I recommend it, too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6893412236974405141?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6893412236974405141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6893412236974405141&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6893412236974405141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6893412236974405141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SSm-OxSEMoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/uMS2CKV-htc/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7042883912937880300</id><published>2008-11-05T07:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:31:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica Concert!</title><content type='html'>Monday night was such a fun night!!! The hubby, me, his sister Jessica and her boyfriend went to the Metallica concert!!! They played at the Energy Solutions Arena (aka the Delta Center) in Salt Lake City. It was awesome. It's funny because they're one of the few rock concerts I think I could go to. But I loved it. I thought a bunch of girls screaming for the Backstreet Boys was loud....but it did not compare to Metallica. I'm just glad I was able to see them, because they're one of those "Classic, everyone knows who they are" bands. I had a couple people jealous of me at work, too :). I took pictures!!! Voila!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180683837061122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt75JbOAI/AAAAAAAAArg/HMwH_Xm-jvE/s320/Photo_110308_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180683849531106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt75MZfuI/AAAAAAAAAro/QUj5QraHOX0/s320/Photo_110308_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180686850707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt8EX70OI/AAAAAAAAArw/WcbTCxTinP4/s320/Photo_110308_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180687945085346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt8Ic2saI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7f1y4zTi61U/s320/Photo_110308_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180692909610418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt8a8fVbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xHiNWYmsr4k/s320/Photo_110308_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180757148380130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGuAKQNK-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/k_wtLdoAhBs/s320/Photo_110308_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7042883912937880300?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7042883912937880300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7042883912937880300&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7042883912937880300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7042883912937880300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/metallica-concert.html' title='Metallica Concert!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SRGt75JbOAI/AAAAAAAAArg/HMwH_Xm-jvE/s72-c/Photo_110308_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6818974929783632344</id><published>2008-11-01T23:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:27:15.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney Loves High School Musical</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a great night. My mom and I hung out because my husband had to work, and we had so much fun. Its great that my best friend is my mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out with going out to eat, and because I have heard such great reviews of "The Paradise Cafe" we decided to try it out. It was delicious! We kept saying we need to go back and try something new next time, it was so yummy. I got an asian chicken salad and she got a bleu cheese crumble salad. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then....the main event. High School Musical 3!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!!!! Have I mentioned I love HSM? *Contains ONE spoiler......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263927242274184018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQ057_dBG1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/EDdGVhlT9J0/s320/hsm3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, Vanessa Hudgens is one LUCKY girl, but I must say, she bugged me in this movie. Too whiny, she made Zac...I mean, Troy, miss his prom!!! WHY?! That's one thing I wish they would have shown, was their real prom, and not just the "Spring MusiCAL" prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263927245704997138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQ058MO_KRI/AAAAAAAAArY/VJVbKYC8Wt0/s320/high_school_musical_zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the music, I want to go buy the soundtrack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love hanging out with my mom, Thanks for coming with me to stare at Za.....er erm, watch High School Musical!!!&lt;br /&gt;And we got cookies after! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6818974929783632344?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6818974929783632344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6818974929783632344&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6818974929783632344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6818974929783632344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/whitney-loves-high-school-musical.html' title='Whitney Loves High School Musical'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQ057_dBG1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/EDdGVhlT9J0/s72-c/hsm3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1487667703366214410</id><published>2008-11-01T07:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:34:39.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Halloween! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that's a day late, but still, the thought counts right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Halloween was much different than any other Halloween before. Why you ask? Because I was working, when I should have been partying for Halloween!!! Psh. But I still did dress up, yes, it's true. No one else at work dressed up but my friend and I. We were "Naughty and Nice"/"Good and Evil". Since I have blonde hair and she has black hair and our personalities are really different like that, we decided to do it together. I was "Nice/Good" and she was "Naughty/Evil". I had white makeup and curly hair with glitter hairspray, while she wore dark makeup and did her hair in mock-dreads. Here are pictures!!! I had a good Halloween, considering that I worked. What were YOU for Halloween?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681622819924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQxajDru6dI/AAAAAAAAArA/he5VGibu_Rk/s320/Photo_110108_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681633353200226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQxajq7D8mI/AAAAAAAAArI/4nW5bQ9l25s/s320/Photo_110108_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1487667703366214410?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1487667703366214410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1487667703366214410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1487667703366214410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1487667703366214410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQxajDru6dI/AAAAAAAAArA/he5VGibu_Rk/s72-c/Photo_110108_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-13015386830965785</id><published>2008-10-26T00:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:51:26.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>One of the family traditions we have with my husband's side of the family is Carving Pumpkins!!! We have done it the last two years and it is so much fun. Fun pictures!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hubby and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261349744112852514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQQRt2jwXiI/AAAAAAAAAqw/D0N5lXJe7fA/s320/Photo_102508_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband's mom and sister Jessica :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261349741361816610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQQRtsT25CI/AAAAAAAAAqo/A6aRFL49Pn8/s320/Photo_102508_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband's sister &lt;a href="http://www.theswensonfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, her husband Tom and their daughter Brindley! My most adorable niece :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261349741269312626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQQRtr9zZHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6EmTYOv_MDI/s320/Photo_102508_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone's pumpkins: Hubby's-Pirate, Bro-in-law-Monster, Brindley-Winking pumpkin, Nicole-Smiling pumpkin, Me- Circles, squares and triangles (P.S. I decided to be original and not use a "stencil", ha ha), Mom- Cat, Jessica- Wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261349744902244386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQQRt5f9iCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/tgCdYhIuTgs/s320/Photo_102508_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We have so much fun carving pumpkins! Thanks Nicole and Tom for inviting us over every year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-13015386830965785?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/13015386830965785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=13015386830965785&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/13015386830965785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/13015386830965785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SQQRt2jwXiI/AAAAAAAAAqw/D0N5lXJe7fA/s72-c/Photo_102508_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3012756817512645872</id><published>2008-10-22T06:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:43:30.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madre!</title><content type='html'>This last Sunday was my mom's birthday. I wanted to 'spotlight' her, because she is so great, and the best mom in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that I remember most about my young childhood, was that my mom always sang. She has the most beautiful voice, and she would sing whenever she was cleaning or cooking. She totally reminded me of a Disney Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is extremely patient. I don't think I've ever seen her really mad or yell. She always got her point across, but never had to be cross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is friends with everyone, too. Everyone likes my mom and all of my friends would love to come over for lunch because my mom would make us something and talk with us in the kitchen. She was just like one of us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's also extremely beautiful. We think she looks like Sandra Bullock the most, but also a little bit of Shania Twain and Kate Beckinsale in her, too. But she's Sandra's twin!! My guy friends used to tell me I had a "hot mom". It was kind of akward at the time they said that, ha ha, but she is gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and I are also best friends. When I was a senior I had a free period before lunch every other day, and so instead of hanging out with friends for lunch, I chose to go home, make fettucini pasta roni, drink Dr. Pepper and watch Full House with my mom. I will never forget those times. Lunch never seemed long enough. We'd even sometimes go out, but it was usually home with the Tanner family :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still like to go to lunch together every week, now that I'm married. Our usual spots are Subway, Panda Express, and Bajio. We usually share something, too :). Sometimes we go to the resevoir close to her house and just lay out in the sun at the make-shift beach. It is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on about fun memories, we really have a lot just the two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is my best friend. I look up to her so much, she is so strong and kind to everyone. I hope I can be a lot like her in so many ways, and lucky me, she's my mom. I love her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Madre!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259957772401815634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SP8fub2QsFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/F9yRAOsI6w0/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259957767362369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SP8fuJEw1tI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VoCExLb4F94/s320/Photo_102008_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Madre on her birthday, I brought her Subway for lunch and those cute balloons!!! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3012756817512645872?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3012756817512645872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3012756817512645872&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3012756817512645872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3012756817512645872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-madre.html' title='Happy Birthday Madre!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SP8fub2QsFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/F9yRAOsI6w0/s72-c/IMG_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5504886952805211897</id><published>2008-10-18T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:38:37.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't blogged in forever. Oh wait. I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so busy, it's sad that blogging has to be put to the backburner. But every day I think "Man! I need to blog this!". On the 12th, I turned 21! I'm completely legal now! My husband and I drove out to Wendover and stayed Sunday-Wednesday. We had a lot of fun learning to play craps, and roulette. It was so hard to come back to real life and work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a nice surprise in the mail, too!!! I was so happy when I opened it, I had the biggest smile! Chel from &lt;a href="http://chelnic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happiness is Everything&lt;/a&gt; sent me a birthday present!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258734574776821026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SPrHO9mjJSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P7o8yo__rTQ/s320/Photo_101808_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so sweet, Thank You Chel!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I'm slacking, I should be cleaning my house, but my throat is super sore and I don't feel too hot, so I'm just gonna relax ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to blog more regularly. I neeeeeeeed to find the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*My parents divorce is final now. :( Kinda sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5504886952805211897?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5504886952805211897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5504886952805211897&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5504886952805211897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5504886952805211897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SPrHO9mjJSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P7o8yo__rTQ/s72-c/Photo_101808_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-634136014331223310</id><published>2008-09-28T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:43:15.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Be Tagged...Again :)</title><content type='html'>I love getting tagged. It brings me joy. And I try to find out whenever I am, so that I can do it! :) And Mary tagged me! So, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morning? Well, since I'm on graveyards, but last night was the night off, and we went to bed at 5am? I woke up at 9am. Yes. I got 4 hours (Hurray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually have for breakfast? Oatmeal, Cereal, Toaster Strudel, whatever the heck is laying around that I can eat really fast before I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite CD at the moment? Rihanna, and my One Tree Hill cd's (they are pretty awesome, huh Mare :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you drive? Pontiac Grand Am...but I would like a new one, possibly a Nissan Altima or Xterra? If I had lots of money, I would be driving an Audi though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite item of clothing? Jackets, or (of course) shoes :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere on vacation where would you go? Italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bathroom? Plain old white. I can't paint in my apartment. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you retire? Close to my family. But I would travel. A lot. Like Yvonne :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable birthday? Probably my 15th when we were in Boulder, CO. My 21st is in 14 days though, maybe that one? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch? Football for sure! Go Cowboys!!! And Broncos!!! :) I also love to go to Baseball and Hockey games, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person? Definately a night person, I work graveyards! And it wasn't too hard to transition over either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size? 8, 8 1/2, depends on what kind of shoe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets? Again, I can't in my apartment. But I want a puppy. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want to be when you were little? A movie star, ha ha. Or a beautician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite candy? Twix, gummy Life Savers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite flower? Stargazer Lillies. My hubby gets me them all the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a day on the calendar that you are looking forward to? October 12!!! My birthday!!! It's so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? The Broncos/Chiefs game, Denver better pull this off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate? A couple gummy Life Savers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My friend Sariah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeb hair you covet? Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your favorite school teachers? Mr. Jacob, Mrs. Hendrickson and Kris Caldwell (Fashion class was so fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried? I didn't CRY today, but I got a little misty. Pretty much every day this week. Maybe I'm the "P" word...ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite smell? My Hubby, Rain, Lavender &amp;amp; Vanilla, babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of? Spiders, HUGE phobia of spiders. And closed spaces. Buuuugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cities have you lived in? Well, when I was a baby I don't really remember, so as far as I can remember living in those cities? Just two. But different houses, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want? 2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits? Cracking my knees, knuckles, back, neck, fingers, toes... Pretty much I do that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a billionaire I would? Buy my dream home, buy homes for our parents, save- a lot (possibly retire early?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life goal? I don't know how to describe this short: Be the kind of wife that my husband always knows that I love him, that I would do anything for him etc. Have my children grow up having a strong knowledge of the church and my love for Heavenly Father and them. Being able to teach them everything and always be there. Basically just be the best wife/mom I can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Anyone who wants to do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-634136014331223310?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/634136014331223310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=634136014331223310&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/634136014331223310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/634136014331223310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-be-taggedagain.html' title='I Be Tagged...Again :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4829393433256702574</id><published>2008-09-16T05:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:35:22.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Today is my hubby and I's 2 year anniversary!!! :) It has been the most wonderful two years of my life. On Saturday, to celebrate, we went up to Park City and stayed the night. Our hotel room had a fireplace and a jetted tub, it was so romantic :). We went to my favorite restaurant up there, Baja Cantina. We got caramel apples from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory too. (If you haven't tried either, I HIGHLY recommend).&lt;br /&gt;I love my hubby so much, he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can't wait for all of the years to come with him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4829393433256702574?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4829393433256702574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4829393433256702574&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4829393433256702574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4829393433256702574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/09/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1603840848484211779</id><published>2008-09-02T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:23:51.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Padre!</title><content type='html'>I've had a few people ask "Where do you work!?". I'm not going to say exACTly where I work, because I don't want some creep lurker to come hunt me down (eek!). But, I'll tell enough that you can understand :). I'm at a grocery store. I am the cute girl that is making sure that there are groceries on the shelf for you. :D It's really not the most glamourous job out there, but in order to be on the same schedule as my husband, I gotta do what I gotta do. I sweat...a lot. I'm the only full time girl. And I am (if I may say so myself) one of the hardest workers. I kick grocery butt :D ha ha. One day, once I've quit, I'll say the actual name of the place, but because I've already mentioned that I'm on graves (the most vulnerable time to be out and about anyways), I don't want to put my life in danger!!! But on a happier note...(no more work, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My padre turns (Don't get mad Daddy...) 47 on Sunday!!! If I may say so myself, it looks more like 37, but that's just I.M.H.O. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy is one of my best friends. We try to get together and go to lunch every week, just the two of us. It's a great time to catch up and just hang out. Sometimes we'll go see a movie or hang out at the mall or extend the lunch "date" as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end of August/Beginning of September, 2001, my dad took me with him to New York City. It was one of the best times of my life. We saw a Yankees game, saw "Annie Get Your Gun" on Broadway, shopped, ate at nice restaurants, saw a couple of midnight movies, and even went in the World Trade Centers. It is something that I will never forget. It was such a great bonding experience :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi Padre is one of the most caring and selfless people I know. He is always thinking about others. He's friends with everyone. One year we were at Lagoon (a theme park, for those who did not already know this) and there was a man there who was disabled. Just talking in line, my dad made friends with him and he went on a few rides with us etc. They still keep in touch, too. I know that no matter who I introduce him to, he'll be friends right away and make whomever it is feel welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also very proud that my dad holds the Priesthood. It's so comforting to know that any time I need a blessing he will be there in a heart beat to help me out. Last year I was suffering with a nice bout of depression, and instead of going the dr. route, I asked my dad for a father's blessing. I daresay immediately I felt millions of times better. It's amazing and awesome to know that any time I need something to help me, he can do it for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my daddy so much, that I'm even getting a little misty just writing this. Crap. Happy Birthday Daddy!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241475878131758738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SL12imbSdpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-rwYzsEPwno/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241475870817616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SL12iLLdgzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UWPMELEP0Xg/s320/PJ159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1603840848484211779?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1603840848484211779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1603840848484211779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1603840848484211779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1603840848484211779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-padre.html' title='Happy Birthday Padre!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SL12imbSdpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-rwYzsEPwno/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2250608142697656359</id><published>2008-08-26T07:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:31:11.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof That Whitney Works</title><content type='html'>Not only does this job make it so I can't blog as often, it makes my body TIRED! My past two jobs were desk jobs, and when I had down time I could surf the net, and do neat things like I dunno, blog? Comment on my friends blogs? And now, my job has ZERO down time (which is completely fine of course, just tiring) and when I am finally home to be able TO blog, I am too tired. On my nights of I clean my house and visit my mom. Twice a week I do lunch - One day with my mom, the other with my dad (One of my favorite pasttimes, I LOVE lunch with my parents :D). Some mornings my best friend comes over. Some times I just spend time with my husband, relaxing and watching movies. Some time was (is) taken up by reading Breaking Dawn and the Twilight Series. It just gets so hard to fit everything that I want to do in a day. Especially doing overnights, it seems. Does the day get shorter when you're awake at night and sleep during the day? (I promise! I don't sleep the day away!! I do the noon-8, just like some people go to bed at midnight and wake up at 8 in the morning? Mine is just swapped!) But...I decided to prove that I DO work hard! I work my behind off! (literally, I've lost a few pounds :D) I've never worked so hard at a job before (physically). Check out my arms! They're all black and scratched up from dust and cardboard! My plan for being a clean girlie girl just went out the window :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Right Arm!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817993386697202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SLQFNWK9IfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/A2M5GmX__iA/s320/Photo_082508_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Left Arm!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817996892044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SLQFNjOsfMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rw2jESj6yVY/s320/Photo_082508_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2250608142697656359?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2250608142697656359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2250608142697656359&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2250608142697656359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2250608142697656359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/08/proof-that-whitney-works.html' title='Proof That Whitney Works'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SLQFNWK9IfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/A2M5GmX__iA/s72-c/Photo_082508_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6810908839655938352</id><published>2008-08-08T04:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:44:12.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Crushes :)</title><content type='html'>At lunch today, my dad and I began the conversation of our favorite celebrities. We named off our top 3, top 5 and top 10. Since it was so fun to just sit and think, I decided I would post them for all to see!!! The top 5 are definately in order, the number 1 is by a LANDSLIDE (*bump bump* &lt;- that's my heart, ha ha!) and the rest of the top 10 are in no particular order. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: Batman, Newsies, the Prestige and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109288508014850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwvrU-KwQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ahXn-K87eB8/s320/christianbale010801nq9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Gerard Butler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: Phantom of the Opera, P.S. I Love You, Nim's Island and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109289608476018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwvrZEidXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mw4-7m_nbx4/s320/3251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Brendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n Urie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from Panic at the Disco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109290417557522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwvrcFcEBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mdcz5w8N7Gc/s320/2104773632_666967552a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. James Franco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: Spiderman, Tristan and Isolde and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109963548332962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwSnsUk6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/l_H8QL6mris/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Patrick Dempsey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: Enchanted, Sweet Home Alabama, Grey's Anatomy and more\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109962709089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwSkkOvDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NEmiCUAWY9A/s320/untitledpat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. Tyler Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: One Tree Hill, Walk the Line and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232109966387913906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwSyRVJLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EjtaujQDxMA/s320/untitledty.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: High School Musical, Hairspray and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110385925989202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwrNLAI1I/AAAAAAAAAck/FuqAEtNhzc0/s320/2217742184_2acb5c4a91.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8. Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: The Dark Knight, 10 Things I Hate About You, A Knight's Tale and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110877214102194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwxHzXN0rI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tsvB0z4ugiw/s320/heath_ledger_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9. James Lafferty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you may have seen him: One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110390264493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwrdVYdJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/G3bLKyL5Ld0/s320/untitledjames.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10. Edward Cullen/Henry Cavill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could put a picture of 100% what I imagine Edward like, it wouldn't be any famous person. So no, No. 10 is not Henry Cavill, but he is the closest person to my Edward, so he will have to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110390138185970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwwrc3RKPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RuTp6F3K02g/s320/untitledhenry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-6810908839655938352?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6810908839655938352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6810908839655938352&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6810908839655938352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6810908839655938352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrity-crushes.html' title='Celebrity Crushes :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SJwvrU-KwQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ahXn-K87eB8/s72-c/christianbale010801nq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-7119215497255673111</id><published>2008-07-23T05:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:03:11.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George!</title><content type='html'>Every year, my mom, sister, aunts, grandma and the girl cousins (on my mom's side) and I all go to St. George to shop, see plays at Tuacahn, and go to movies. We went and saw Mama Mia, shopped a LOT, swam in the pool and tried Golden Spoon for the first time! No wonder Nancy and Lauren Face love it so much! I wish there was one closer to me :(. This year was a really fun year. Pictures of the trip...Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces on our way to St. George!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175157197654946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcanbK8y6I/AAAAAAAAAas/hdX23BQrDNM/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest chair, at the Chevron in Beaver on the way to St. George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175154753712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcanSERMhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HUAf3AWHYo8/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's daughter Summer with her earrings "on". (They're just hanging on the top of her ears and it was SOOO cute how happy she was that she was wearing mommy's earrings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175161144987442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcanp4ETzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/puSg8H81MHo/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the girls at Red Lobster, the night we got to St. George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175160814670450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcanopUEnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MbfaS4QbdNU/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sister and my cousin with goofy faces at the Pizza Factory. We had too much fun taking funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175891215030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcbSJmVGSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/svnYWPWDsO0/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time at Golden Spoon!!!! Soooo good. And that picture is so unflattering, but I had to commemorate my first Golden Spoon experience. Just, don't tell me I look too fat :( ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175894279880338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcbSVBC_pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/efDMiSDime8/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre, me and my sis eating Golden Spoon! My mom and I got Island Coconut (mmmmmm!) and my sista got Cake Batter! It was SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226175896588145442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcbSdnYUyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Egh8zjzZnLE/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sad faces, leaving our hotel :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226176336059594690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcbsCxid8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/DnpRa3pYLp4/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They opened an In n Out burger in St. George! Apparently they're building one in American Fork too? It's SUPER greasy, but oh so good, every once in a while ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226176343024860226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcbscuL_EI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xV4crHwxCSg/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;St. George is always so much fun! Have I ever told how my hubby proposed in St. George when we went? If not... I will have to post that story next, I can't remember if I've blogged it yet, I guess I must go back and check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-7119215497255673111?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7119215497255673111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=7119215497255673111&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7119215497255673111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/7119215497255673111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/st-george.html' title='St. George!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SIcanbK8y6I/AAAAAAAAAas/hdX23BQrDNM/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4162700000929238645</id><published>2008-07-11T10:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:14:28.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Sams!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my husband, sister in law and I went to a grand opening for Sams Club in South Jordan. They were handing out free stuff (including loaves of bread, which I was kinda like, huh? but it was still pretty cool) and Darren Williams from the Utah Jazz was there for a signing! It was pretty cool, I got a basketball signed for my dad and brothers :) Here he is, and here is the basketball! Sorry you can't see his face all too well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221789646161013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHeGBFc9aTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zlhJ6QgV-Uw/s320/Photo_071008_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221789649082267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHeGBQVcNjI/AAAAAAAAAac/U-3R7Skszqo/s320/Photo_071108_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also had a "road show" (where outside companies hold a booth in the store to sell their product inside sams club) for fish, and they had REAL, SCARY, HUGE fish there!!! I had to take a picture of this guy. Yes, it's real. No WAY would I want to run into him while I was swimming! AH!!!! Also, the LONG fish in front to the right was super long. I'm scared to swim in the ocean now!!! There was another fish that I didn't get a picture of that was as long as from my head to my belly button and as wide as an arms length! I just like plain old little goldfish, thank you :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221789655448926786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHeGBoDXukI/AAAAAAAAAak/inGS1mfqUAY/s320/Photo_071008_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4162700000929238645?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4162700000929238645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4162700000929238645&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4162700000929238645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4162700000929238645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-sams.html' title='Welcome to Sams!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHeGBFc9aTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zlhJ6QgV-Uw/s72-c/Photo_071008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1636531401055775557</id><published>2008-07-07T08:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:19:08.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHIk-vG1G3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/oWliWLkUcNg/s1600-h/Photo_070408_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220275578291428210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHIk-vG1G3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/oWliWLkUcNg/s320/Photo_070408_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHIk-3N5cEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t3JSRdzhU94/s1600-h/Photo_070408_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220275580468555842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHIk-3N5cEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t3JSRdzhU94/s320/Photo_070408_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fourth of July was really fun for Cody and I! We went to my aunt's house and played a lot of fun games, one that soaked me! I wasn't wearing my swimsuit or anything, but we played a game where you pass a soaked sponge over your head to the person behind you so that the last person in line could fill a tub faster than the other team. In short, my entire front was soaking. My hair was all wet, and I still had to work that night!!! I didn't mind though, once I got just a little wet I didn't care, I could get re-ready for work, right? Why ruin a fun time?! It was awesome. We had our cake decorating contest stuff, the cupcakes  up top are the ones my mom, sister and I made and the cake is what I made. My husband pointed out that if I would have made the white a little bit more squigglier, it would have looked like the pepsi sign, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Independence day!!!! I can't wait to go and read about them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1636531401055775557?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1636531401055775557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1636531401055775557&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1636531401055775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1636531401055775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-festivities.html' title='Fourth Festivities'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SHIk-vG1G3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/oWliWLkUcNg/s72-c/Photo_070408_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3119033771033492846</id><published>2008-07-04T03:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:41:51.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Survive!!!</title><content type='html'>Today (or yesterday now, as it's 3:30 in the morning) I went to lunch with my dad, and while we were talking my mom sent him a text saying "Survivor auditions today, if you want to go!!!". My dad wasn't very interested, but I got this excited feeling in my stomach that maybe I should do it!!! I got all of the details from my mom of where it was and drove to "Famous Dave's" to audition to be on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Survivor!!!&lt;/span&gt; At first I was really discouraged because when I grabbed the application to fill out the girl told me all of the things I needed to have in addition to the application. Passport or application for a passport and a passport sized picture. Shoot! I didn't have ANY of those!!!&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and told her, and she said that her and my sister were on their way up for my sister to try out, too, and that they would print out the Passport application from online and bring a picture to me, too! My sister and I both auditioned and I hope that at least one of us gets a call back!!! How cool would that be?! We sat for a long time waiting for our names to be called, so we just hung out in the restaurant. It took about 3 hours out of my day. So I went to bed at 6:30, and woke up at 8:30. I haven't taken a nap, and I'm not too tired either. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not too bad for 2 short hours of sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll only get a couple more, too, because we're going to our annual family 4th of July party at my aunt's house. I made a cake for our Cake Decorating Contest, I'll post a picture of that and the cupcakes that my mom, my sister and I made for their family &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(only one cake per family, and since I'm married I got to make my own!).&lt;/span&gt; It'll  be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Fourth of July everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt; Remember how blessed you are to live in such a wonderful, free country! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3119033771033492846?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3119033771033492846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3119033771033492846&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3119033771033492846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3119033771033492846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-survive.html' title='I will Survive!!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1316078255468988504</id><published>2008-07-01T04:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:49:23.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like it's been so long!</title><content type='html'>I really feel like I have zero time to blog anymore and it makes me sad. I love to blog. I just need one hour extra every day to blog and catch up on all of my friends' blogs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting thing that has happened really is that my husband and I decided that we are going to save up to do something really fun for my 21st birthday in October. And when I say something really fun, I mean.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217994709960208994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SGoKiucLsmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NiS1Mm_gV7Q/s320/cruise_ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217994710524126914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SGoKiwioZsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dVwiv8RRF7M/s320/loscabos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes. We want to go on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera! That's Cabo San Lucas in the picture, I can just picture myself right there!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason for such an extravagant vacation? We have kind of been in the "baby" mood. I know. Crazy right? We aren't going to start trying for a little bit, 6 months to a year about, but we want to have just one last thing that we did that was just really fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've gotta start saving the pennies, wish us luck, because money just burns a hole in my pocket, I can't save! This will be new!! :) I'll update when we actually buy the tickets etc.! I'll also update if that whole "baby" conversation becomes more serious, too :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1316078255468988504?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1316078255468988504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1316078255468988504&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1316078255468988504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1316078255468988504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-feels-like-its-been-so-long.html' title='It feels like it&apos;s been so long!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SGoKiucLsmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NiS1Mm_gV7Q/s72-c/cruise_ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8679594153302434299</id><published>2008-06-19T07:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:55:53.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, Again!</title><content type='html'>I got tagged again, by Amy aka the Jeppsen 5!!! (&lt;a href="http://www.thejeppsen5.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thejeppsen5.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You link back to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post these rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share six unimportant things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag six random people at the end of your entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 UnImPorTaNt tHinGs aBouT mE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm deathly afraid of spiders ( I can't even touch a can of spider killer, because the picture on it freaks me out! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I could probably live off of sushi for the rest of my life, not eating anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always have to stop and see the puppies everytime I pass Animal Ark :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to write (poems, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love being with my husband, family and friends, but sometimes I just LOVE to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If something comes in pink, I'll buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I tag Future Crazy Cat Lady, Sunbum, Meghan, Nancy, Emily, and Yvonne!!!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8679594153302434299?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8679594153302434299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8679594153302434299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8679594153302434299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8679594153302434299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged, Again!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8536880747558479056</id><published>2008-06-14T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:02:50.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Emily Tagged me!!! Now I tag Nicole, Krystal, Lauren and Mary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing makeup for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Going into the 6th grade? or 7th...10 years seems too long ago to remember&lt;br /&gt;Getting those magnificent things called b00bs :) (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Cutting my hair to chin length for the first time by choice&lt;br /&gt;Wearing overalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on My T0-D0 List Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Go to cousin's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Pick up brothers&lt;br /&gt;Have bro's sleepover and eat pizza and play playstation and watch movies :) FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Snacks&lt;br /&gt;String Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cantelope&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli with a tiny bit of ranch&lt;br /&gt;Pop-Tarts (Hot Fudge Sundae!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, UT&lt;br /&gt;North Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;South Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Fork, UT&lt;br /&gt;Kamas, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I need to get out more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would Do if I became a Billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy my hubby and my dream house&lt;br /&gt;Buy my mom her dream house&lt;br /&gt;Buy my dad his dream house&lt;br /&gt;Buy my hubby's mom her dream house&lt;br /&gt;Splurge the rest on clothes and a couple cute cars (Pink Mustang anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;Pushing snooze a lot&lt;br /&gt;Popping my neck&lt;br /&gt;Spending too much money on unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketing (worst job ever)&lt;br /&gt;Cashiering&lt;br /&gt;Receptioning&lt;br /&gt;Office Manager-ing/Executive Assistant-ing&lt;br /&gt;Throwing Freight (aka stocking the shelves) overnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8536880747558479056?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8536880747558479056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8536880747558479056&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8536880747558479056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8536880747558479056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got Tagged!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8835112006714328646</id><published>2008-06-13T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:34:58.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Thing</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks we had two birthdays. My sister turned 19 yesterday and my brother turned 17. We went to Ruby River last night to celebrate, and it was a lot of fun! It's nice to have all of the family together, and even though my parents are separated, they're still friends so it doesn't make it akward or anything. At least as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;For my brother's birthday we went and saw "You Don't Mess With the Zohan" with Adam Sandler. It had its funny moments but for the most part (and I really mean MOST) it was a really uncomfortable movie to watch with your mom sitting on your left and your dad sitting on your right. It was quite riske. I heard it was supposed to be rated R, but is didn't end up being so. Not fun to watch with the 'rents, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new thing is "Clean Eating". My sister in law has been doing it for a long time. It's eating a lot of fruits and vegetables, and lean protiens (fish, turkey, chicken, egg whites and guess what- Swordfish! I am so gonna try it, and when I do, and if it's good, I'll post the recipe.) You cut out as much processed junk as you can, and basically "Eat Clean". I bought a book and a recipe book on it, and as soon as I post I'm gonna continue reading it. So far I keep nodding my head and thinking "Wow, so true...what good ideas! I'm going to love this". The nice thing is, is you eat 6 meals a day that are really filling, so I'll never feel hungry. I'll have to keep updating, but it's cool because it's a lifestyle change and not a "diet". No more yo-yo dieting! Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8835112006714328646?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8835112006714328646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8835112006714328646&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8835112006714328646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8835112006714328646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-thing.html' title='My New Thing'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5677877959875829678</id><published>2008-06-03T01:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:23:29.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what just happened...</title><content type='html'>So, tonight I got some pretty, in a word, crappy news. I don't even know how it's really happening, but it is, and I am still just in shock. My parents came over to let me know that they are separating. After 22 years of trying, but just not being able to work it out, they're making it official. I don't really have all of the details, when they told me I was kind of numb (partly because I had a migraine :S) so the information was just going in one ear and out the other for the most part. So I won't be posting reasons, or their feelings etc., just mine.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm sad. I'm distressed. I'm overwhelmed. I didn't see it coming. Not for a long shot. They never fought (which they said was because they were such good friends and that neither of them were fighting people anyways). I always just assumed that their marriage was perfect, which I guess is a little unfair on my part, to now be expecting what I saw to be true, to actually be true. I'm more sad for them than I am for myself, though. I would have never wished for them to be unhappy or in a situation like this, but today (and for a while now) they are. It hurts more to see them both sad and actually having to make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;It's going be really hard to say goodbye to traditions that we have. But like my dad said, we'll have the memories of them. Like cutting down our Christmas trees every year. I guess I'll have to go buy a fake one now. :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they are making the right decision, it sounds like they've prayed about it. It's not going to be a fun next little while, but eventually they will be able to be really happy again, and that's good. It hasn't even really sunk in yet, because I'm not still at home and I'm not seeing dad gone. I guess it will all just feel real once we're visiting two houses instead of one. I think that's a lot of the reason I'm so upset right now- I keep thinking about the future and how it's going to be then. We're going to have 4 houses of parents to visit now every year for Christmas and Thanksgiving etc. (I'm not complaining about the travel or anything like that) but it's going to be hard to have to cut time down with everyone so that we can see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I keep babbling on. I don't want my parents to feel guilty, at all. It's not their fault, it's not anyone's fault. It just didn't work out, and now they're going to try to find something that will work out. It just hurts right now. I know it won't forever, but for now, these tears aren't too much fun :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5677877959875829678?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5677877959875829678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5677877959875829678&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5677877959875829678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5677877959875829678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-don.html' title='I don&apos;t know what just happened...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2928512740933175117</id><published>2008-05-28T07:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:29:50.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No See</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* Some days, it feels like all I do is work and sleep. It's really not like I'm working any more hours, it's just the schedule. :P&lt;br /&gt;But some fun and interesting things have happened in the last little while. For the longest time, I've been wanting a canopy bed. I had a canopy that you could hang from the ceiling when I lived with my parents (Not one of the round ones that fan out, it was really cool and hung from the ceiling above all the corners of your bed, so it was huge, quite the princess bed), but the only bad thing about it is that you have to put anchors in the ceiling to hold it up. For those who don't know what anchors are, they are plastic and get hammered in the ceiling (after drilling a tiny hole so they don't break) and once they're up there, they're up there. I knew my landlord wouldn't want something permanent like that in their bedroom ceiling so I haven't been able to put it up :( But I bought a four-poster, black, wrought-iron/aluminum &lt;a href="http://www.sears.com/shc/s/p_10153_12605_00872476000P"&gt;canopy bed&lt;/a&gt; (follow link for picture!) that I will be able to drape the canopy over!!! Yes, I am going to have my canopy back! I am excited. Next comes the down comforter and the duvet :) I will take pictures when it's all put together. It's coming in the mail (through Sears online), so I have to wait for it, but it will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Also, we got our "stimulus check" in the mail, so we're going out and buying a new couh! Ours is really old (So old, we have a couch cover over it to hide the fact that it's really ugly green!) and uncomfortable, so we're getting us a leather couch with dual recliners. I can not WAIT to just lounge on my couch on my night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the interesting. The other night, a guy came into work asking for ear plugs. I guess we didn't have the kind he needed, but he kept talking to me. Turns out, he was in an accident about 9 years ago, and almost died. He had part of his brain taken out to save his life, and he has just been trying to learn to talk again etc. for the last 8 years or so. I felt so bad for him :( But when I went to pull my hair behind my ears and he was like "So I see you're married?" ha ha "Yeah" "In the temple?" "No..." &lt;em&gt;akward silence and then he says "&lt;/em&gt;So how about them Jazz?" ha ha ha Oh my. I'm sorry if my not getting married in the temple offends you. The conversation then went on, he said some really akward things and it was weird being in a position where you don't want to be rude because you know he probably doesn't realize that what he said was inappropriate. *sigh* So you kinda just ignore it. And then the woman that is with him as sort of his "guardian" or "guide", comes over and they leave. For about five minutes. Then I hear a "Yes, I'll prove it to you! She is married!" from down the aisles and he comes whipping around the corner with her in tow and he's telling me to show her my wedding ring. He then goes on to say "I noticed it when you flashed it at me, kind of in a way to show me you're taken because you thought I was interested or something". *again, sigh* I just laughed and I was of course, really nice the whole time, but I can't lie, the whole situation just kind of freaked me out. I promise, I am by no means scared of, or anything of the sort of someone who might have a disability. One of my favorite classes in high school was my peer tutoring class where we helped the disabled kids. I have had some really good friends that I've grown to love because they have such big hearts. But for some reason, after he left, I was shaken. I don't know if it was just a bad feeling like maybe it was someone pretending to be handicapped to get to "innocent women" or what, but I did tell my boss that next time he comes in, I'm having HIM talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have our hispanic "floor guys" telling a guy at our work (that also speaks spanish) that if I get a divorce, they want to date me. Too bad I'll never get divorced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Siiiiiiigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2928512740933175117?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2928512740933175117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2928512740933175117&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2928512740933175117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2928512740933175117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time, No See'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5855833179659781703</id><published>2008-05-17T07:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:41:57.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STEPHENIE MEYER!</title><content type='html'>Last night was such an awesome night. My sister and I got to go to a Stephenie Meyer Discussion and Book signing!!! It was cool because she answered some questions, and for those who read either the Twilight Series, or the Host, you might like these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked her if there was going to be more Twilight books after Breaking Dawn. She said that as far as Bella's perspective, that was it, but that there might be more (Edward's perception of Twilight? :D). She also said that there may MAY be sequels to The Host!!! Hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone also asked what the covers meant: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight- Like the forbidden fruit. It hasn't had a bite taken out of it yet, but there is still that contemplating and possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Moon- This cover was from the editors, she didn't like it, but they told her too bad. (Her words!!!) So for her it doesn't mean anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eclipse- Bella thinking of breaking ties between her lives (human/non-human) and thinking it will be a clean cut, but as the ribbon is frayed, it shows that there will be some strings that will be a lot harder to detach from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is from HER!! ( I of course, had to write what I remembered, this is not word for word by any means, but it gets the same point across :D). And now for fun pictures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201341110197870242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7gLoz63qI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wc2AIhujAWg/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201340384348397170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7fhYz63nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_hSqfAUyDqs/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201340384348397186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7fhYz63oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5nL6uu5wz6k/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201340388643364498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7fhoz63pI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CKO1-IaxTmQ/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201341324946235058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7gYIz63rI/AAAAAAAAAZk/HnrLa-t69A8/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201341333536169666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7gYoz63sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/papXkPVGvJ0/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5855833179659781703?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5855833179659781703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5855833179659781703&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5855833179659781703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5855833179659781703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/stephenie-meyer.html' title='STEPHENIE MEYER!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SC7gLoz63qI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wc2AIhujAWg/s72-c/IMG_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-5083157961631159449</id><published>2008-05-08T06:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:56:40.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I'm a slacker :(. It's amazing how much your schedule changes when you go to working overnights. It seems like I am 10 times busier, even though I work the same and sleep the same. (Maybe a little more, which is well deserved). It's hard though, to miss out on the things that go on during the day, but we are usually up until noon, so it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;My sister texted me the day before yesterday to ask me if I wanted to go with her to a Stephenie Meyer book signing this month. I about had a heart attack. Of course I would!!! And speaking of Mrs. Meyer, it was the sweetest thing, my husband came home from work with a present for me. He bought me her newest book "The Host". It made me kinda teary :D He is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to post the last portion of wedding pictures. Those are coming soon. Finally, I got to post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-5083157961631159449?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5083157961631159449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=5083157961631159449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5083157961631159449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/5083157961631159449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2199398383138855099</id><published>2008-05-01T05:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:17:54.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The CAKE!</title><content type='html'>I love One Tree Hill. I may be slightly obsessed. Or more....(Right now I'm working on getting EVERY single song that's been on it so far, and I'm almost done....dedicated? Yes). So, for my wedding, I had to have my cake look like a wedding cake that was on OTH. My step-mom-in-law makes cakes, so she did it for me :). Here they both are so that you can compare, although, mine was not made with fondant, so it's not EXACTLY the same, but the designs are the same :). I'm sorry that it's so white!!! If you look close you can tell :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195382093430566098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBm0fNdarNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OXpBpCBPh5w/s320/PJ277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195382093430566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBm0fNdarOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UPJVW-SEoeY/s320/normal_455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2199398383138855099?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2199398383138855099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2199398383138855099&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2199398383138855099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2199398383138855099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/cake.html' title='The CAKE!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBm0fNdarNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OXpBpCBPh5w/s72-c/PJ277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-676233696010993457</id><published>2008-04-29T07:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:42:02.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day Part IV</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures that Cody and I took after we got married!!! For questions...We got married at the North Hampton House in American Fork, UT. It used to be a church but they remodeled it and now it's a Reception Center. I will find a picture of my cake and then a picture of the One Tree Hill cake and post them so that you can compare :). But that's not yet!!! Soon though, I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660118018043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj2tdarKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yyTegJ4ndD0/s320/PJ225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj3NdarLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IKliJCLix5o/s1600-h/PJ233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660126607977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj3NdarLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IKliJCLix5o/s320/PJ233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj3ddarMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1rQY-TQSReY/s1600-h/PJ236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660130902944962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj3ddarMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1rQY-TQSReY/s320/PJ236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcietdarJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5wJxPhwiwgY/s1600-h/PJ220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194658606189554834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcietdarJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5wJxPhwiwgY/s320/PJ220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBchx9darII/AAAAAAAAAYE/oqz9YcAepQg/s1600-h/PJ213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194657837390408834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBchx9darII/AAAAAAAAAYE/oqz9YcAepQg/s320/PJ213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBchMtdarHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bCxJdOOARcE/s1600-h/PJ208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194657197440281714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBchMtdarHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bCxJdOOARcE/s320/PJ208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcgZNdarGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JqYuWKUPZyM/s1600-h/PJ202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194656312677018722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcgZNdarGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JqYuWKUPZyM/s320/PJ202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcf4ddarFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/e7mU3kj-mmM/s1600-h/PJ198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194655750036302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcf4ddarFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/e7mU3kj-mmM/s320/PJ198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcfCddarEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wig9aTuC8AE/s1600-h/PJ197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194654822323366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcfCddarEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wig9aTuC8AE/s320/PJ197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcelNdarDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JmldfZx4hHs/s1600-h/PJ188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194654319812193330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcelNdarDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JmldfZx4hHs/s320/PJ188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcd29darCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i8kvfKNOpys/s1600-h/PJ145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194653525243243554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcd29darCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i8kvfKNOpys/s320/PJ145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-676233696010993457?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/676233696010993457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=676233696010993457&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/676233696010993457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/676233696010993457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-day-part-iv.html' title='Wedding Day Part IV'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBcj2tdarKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yyTegJ4ndD0/s72-c/PJ225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3886187433386683023</id><published>2008-04-26T06:52:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:33:08.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day Part III</title><content type='html'>And more pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Cody and his mom. I am so lucky that I got such wonderful Mother-in-Laws!!! (He also has a step-mom :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193553700082854930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBM1ktdarBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uDanMYTDgS0/s320/PJ179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my sister and brothers!!! Can you believe that my brothers are younger than me?! And they're so much taller than me! Stephen (on the far right) isn't even 16 yet, but he will be in November. They must have eaten Miracle Grow or something....kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMzhNdarAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TCJHySQUsR0/s1600-h/PJ173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551440930057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMzhNdarAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TCJHySQUsR0/s320/PJ173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The siblings goofing off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMyiNdaq_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2AwkC4gVlXY/s1600-h/PJ170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550358598298610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMyiNdaq_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2AwkC4gVlXY/s320/PJ170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and I and my family. I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMxgtdaq-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bVln-pVmpNs/s1600-h/PJ168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193549233316867042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMxgtdaq-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bVln-pVmpNs/s320/PJ168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful mom and I, she is one of my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMwZ9daq9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/slqvmB9Ckbo/s1600-h/PJ162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193548017841122258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMwZ9daq9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/slqvmB9Ckbo/s320/PJ162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet daddy :D. I love this picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMvktdaq8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/zt43OrgleM8/s1600-h/PJ160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193547103013088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMvktdaq8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/zt43OrgleM8/s320/PJ160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and I and my parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMuQ9daq7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/08tBD8XPUJ4/s1600-h/PJ157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193545664199044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMuQ9daq7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/08tBD8XPUJ4/s320/PJ157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody and I and his parents. I have great in-laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMtUNdaq6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/CNXsnKnt-aQ/s1600-h/PJ154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193544620521991074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMtUNdaq6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/CNXsnKnt-aQ/s320/PJ154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody and I and his dad and step-mom. She made my wedding cake, and it was fashioned after, you'll never guess, a cake from One Tree Hill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMqhddaq3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kfiScgPLCPw/s1600-h/PJ149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541549620374386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBMqhddaq3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kfiScgPLCPw/s320/PJ149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3886187433386683023?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3886187433386683023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3886187433386683023&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3886187433386683023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3886187433386683023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-day-part-iii.html' title='Wedding Day Part III'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBM1ktdarBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uDanMYTDgS0/s72-c/PJ179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8983928253848931392</id><published>2008-04-24T07:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:51:24.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Break to Update</title><content type='html'>No worries. More wedding pictures again soon. But I wanted to do an update on what's going on!!! My flowers that my hubby gave me? The Stargazer Lily's did bloom:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCPbtdaq0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/5UMFdPt50tE/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCPbtdaq0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/5UMFdPt50tE/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192808076580399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had a fun couple past days. Because we work overnights we sleep during the day, and we woke up to a nice knock on the door the day before yesterday. Our neighbor was just letting us know that someone hit our car!!! (It was parked out front, and the person was pulling out of their driveway and was going too fast, so they accidentally hit it!). The thing that sucks is that I don't think they were going to tell us, they were just going to run, but another neighbor of ours ran over and was telling the person that they had to pay for it. Thank heaven for good neighbors! Here is what the car looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCQEtdaq1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/QdW9a2T5xTg/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCQEtdaq1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/QdW9a2T5xTg/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192808780955036498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCQPtdaq2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KRSh1S4qpVI/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCQPtdaq2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KRSh1S4qpVI/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192808969933597538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8983928253848931392?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8983928253848931392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8983928253848931392&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8983928253848931392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8983928253848931392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-break-to-update.html' title='Short Break to Update'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SBCPbtdaq0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/5UMFdPt50tE/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8357697129225643485</id><published>2008-04-23T07:49:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:41:45.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day Part II</title><content type='html'>Here comes part two!!! This is the ceremony :) I got to walk down these awesome stairs while everyone watched. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA8--9daqtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JV8kbj8cDtc/s1600-h/PJ059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192438146752228050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA8--9daqtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JV8kbj8cDtc/s320/PJ059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally fine the entire day (emotional wise) until I saw my dad at the bottom, being all sweet and crying. That got me, as soon as I saw him I started to tear up too.  I love my Daddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192439104529935074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA8_2tdaquI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dHxiJ44pxcE/s320/PJ060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy giving me away :) Both of us were being babies, it was so cute. Afterwards a couple people came up to me saying "Was that your dad?! He was so sweet!!!" Yes, yes he is very sweet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192439710120323826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA9AZ9daqvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4-ILTJn0hAI/s320/PJ063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it! This is the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192440959955806978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA9BitdaqwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4SnL_jxBhFw/s320/PJ066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; I love this black and white of our hands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192442149661747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA9Cn9daqxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tpiui1xK_LM/s320/PJ071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me putting the ring on Cody. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192444907030752034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA9FIddaqyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JZfWZQxYK6I/s320/PJ077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our first kiss as Mr and Mrs! I love how it's in black and white, too. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192446569183095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA9GpNdaqzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zA2wsU4l8Hs/s320/PJ079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come!!! I have at least 3 more parts I want to do, ha ha! Plus, I need to post some engagement pictures and bridals. I'm all in the "wedding" mood :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8357697129225643485?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8357697129225643485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8357697129225643485&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8357697129225643485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8357697129225643485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-day-part-ii.html' title='Wedding Day Part II'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SA8--9daqtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JV8kbj8cDtc/s72-c/PJ059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-4575638911202198189</id><published>2008-04-19T05:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:18:26.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAngdjv6GUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CNhxHbzPSkU/s1600-h/PJ037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided that I have too many fun pictures to go through to just put them all in one post, so I am going to do it in parts. Pre-Ceremony is what these pictures are!!! (I still need to get some engagement pictures and bridals up here, but I don't have the cd's at my house, they're at my parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, literally, minutes before I got to walk down the aisle. We had everyone in the party come up to the Bridal room before we walked down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAnf4jv6GTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cqspUcFCxe8/s1600-h/PJ040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190926208283056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAnf4jv6GTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cqspUcFCxe8/s320/PJ040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is everyone we had in our party. His sister and her husband, his other sister, My sister (Who was my Maid of Honor, in the orange), his cousin (Who was his Best Man) and then my two brothers, and me of course. :) I loved my wedding party! It was fun to have all family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAnfGjv6GSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EQIeJE6I36I/s1600-h/PJ046+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190925349289597218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAnfGjv6GSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EQIeJE6I36I/s320/PJ046+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and my daddy, my two favoritest men in the world :D I love these guys SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAneVTv6GRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1Tq8_CfpwfM/s1600-h/PJ035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190924503181039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAneVTv6GRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1Tq8_CfpwfM/s320/PJ035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law was nice to do my hair! (and now she is my regular colorist/stylist, she does an awesome job). Cody's Aunt (wow, do I ever really say his name? I usually just call him hubby! ha ha) was there with us, she is Cody's best man's mom (does that make sense?). My madre is in the pink. She's beautiful, I'm so glad I'll look like her when I get older!!! And of course, my sister Manta (Amanda) and Sis-in-law Jessica. I'm not going to lie, it's kind of weird saying in-law, because I really do think of them as sisters and not just in-laws. I was so lucky to marry in to such a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAndyDv6GQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9rvgraiWS0c/s1600-h/PJ019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190923897590651138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAndyDv6GQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9rvgraiWS0c/s320/PJ019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of me getting my hair done! I kinda have a snotty look on my face, sorry, it wasn't on purpose! Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAndVzv6GPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Uj6jOPy8Ci0/s1600-h/PJ014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190923412259346674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAndVzv6GPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Uj6jOPy8Ci0/s320/PJ014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and his Best Man, Jared after they were done getting ready in the men's dressing room. Notice how much smaller it is than the bride's room? Ba ha ha... (Yeah, that's just not the corner of the room, that's the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAncpjv6GOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eApG5hDRXvg/s1600-h/PJ008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190922652050135266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAncpjv6GOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eApG5hDRXvg/s320/PJ008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and his mom. I couldn't have asked for a better second mom. She's great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAncIDv6GNI/AAAAAAAAATs/qCAtWIuIia0/s1600-h/PJ001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190922076524517586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAncIDv6GNI/AAAAAAAAATs/qCAtWIuIia0/s320/PJ001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More coming later, I promise!!! Next is the CEREMONY!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-4575638911202198189?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4575638911202198189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=4575638911202198189&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4575638911202198189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/4575638911202198189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-day-part-i.html' title='Wedding Day Part I'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAnf4jv6GTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cqspUcFCxe8/s72-c/PJ040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-6177159855260704128</id><published>2008-04-16T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:22:26.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Husband of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When my hubby walked in the door from work, he had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in his hands :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190048855084816002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAbB74ZA1oI/AAAAAAAAATk/UnLT8V3_M18/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D I was so happy!!! He is such a sweetie. The big green things at the top are Stargazer Lilies! My favorites! I'll post a picture of when they've bloomed :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coming soon: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of this wedding talk is making me remember mine, and per request, I'm going to post pictures of my wedding day!!! :)&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/6984823021330926078-6177159855260704128?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6177159855260704128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=6177159855260704128&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6177159855260704128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/6177159855260704128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-husband-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Husband of Mine'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/SAbB74ZA1oI/AAAAAAAAATk/UnLT8V3_M18/s72-c/IMG_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3787720416110282057</id><published>2008-04-14T10:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:35:14.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I work at a gas station?</title><content type='html'>Well, sad news first. Miley Cyrus is coming to "The Stadium of Fire" with the Blue Man Group. (The Stadium of Fire is at BYU, and they have performers and fireworks on the 4th of July, for those who did not know this) and we tried to get tickets but they sold out within minutes! Did you know that they are going for TOOOOOO much on Ebay? Who is actually able to afford $1,200 for a ticket? I wanted to go so bad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my subject. A lot of nights before work, I'll stop by the gas station and grab a sugar free red bull to wake me up and give me energy for work. Well, last night I was there, in my work shirt, with red bull in hand, standing in front of the register as if to purchase the beverage, and some asian guy comes up to me and is like "Can I get the key to the restroom?" (in an accent I couldn't really understand :S) I was kinda taken back at first. Do I even give off the appearance that I could hand over this wanted restroom key? Do I look like a gas station employee? I just said "Oh, I don't know, I don't work here....." I'm still trying to figure out why he thought I had the power to just hand over such top secret things as restroom keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-3787720416110282057?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3787720416110282057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3787720416110282057&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3787720416110282057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3787720416110282057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-i-work-at-gas-station.html' title='I guess I work at a gas station?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-2052022239613001320</id><published>2008-04-11T06:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:26:43.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything and Everything Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_9VvszQtHI/AAAAAAAAATM/0Agbe397ZPc/s1600-h/disney_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187959573722477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_9VvszQtHI/AAAAAAAAATM/0Agbe397ZPc/s320/disney_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am no longer a teenager. I am no longer a "tween". I'm no longer a pre-teen, toddler, or kid. But I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Disney. :) If Disney made it, I will love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to my parents house a lot, and so when they go grocery shopping they will buy things that they know I like to snack on while I'm there. The other day they were there and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dad were shopping and this is how (about) their conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Let's get Whitney some fruit snacks, she loves those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Oooh, what about the Disney Princess ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Yeah, she loves Disney Princesses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Let's get her the Ariel ones, I know she loves Ariel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww, my parents know me so well :) Ariel, Belle and Cinderella are my faves!!! (And now Giselle, thanks to Enchanted :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my dad was in Orlando on a business trip, he bought me this princess keychain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187962494300238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_9YZszQtJI/AAAAAAAAATc/JIx1bS8trcc/s320/8c3c7f1b4189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ring tone right now is Miley Cyrus:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187961575177237634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_9XkMzQtII/AAAAAAAAATU/B0d9FZnGDzE/s320/miley-cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every time I walk past the Disney Store in the mall I get all happy and unless I'm in a hurry, I have to stop by, if only for a second :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heart Disney :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-2052022239613001320?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2052022239613001320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=2052022239613001320&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2052022239613001320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/2052022239613001320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/anything-and-everything-disney.html' title='Anything and Everything Disney'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_9VvszQtHI/AAAAAAAAATM/0Agbe397ZPc/s72-c/disney_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-3376580466548612492</id><published>2008-04-04T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:27:45.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ring Ring!*</title><content type='html'>I've wanted a new phone for a while. I just didn't know exactly what kind I wanted, and we had to wait until our contract was up etc. to see about getting new phones or going with another company. Well last night, we went and looked at phones, and we were about to go with a Sidekick for me and a Blackberry Pearl for my hubby. But then we saw these:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185596985295760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_bw-9Dj68I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xDeJ0eKY6cU/s320/pink-palm-centro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's called the Palm Centro, and yes, we got them. We had to switch providers, but that's totally worth it. This thing is so high tech, almost TOO much phone for me. I'll be commenting on your blogs with this thing. (Yes, it does have full internet...music, word/excel too for heaven's sake!). It even has a neat feature where if I want to send someone a text but don't want to have to type it (like when I'm driving or something) then I can just say "Text so-and-so.... What I want to say" and then it sends my friend a text! So cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is going to sound foolish (he he) but, wanna know what makes me LOVE it?.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PINK!&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/6984823021330926078-3376580466548612492?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3376580466548612492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=3376580466548612492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3376580466548612492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/3376580466548612492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/ring-ring.html' title='*Ring Ring!*'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R_bw-9Dj68I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xDeJ0eKY6cU/s72-c/pink-palm-centro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-1823873267581958412</id><published>2008-04-01T06:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:33:34.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has a life? Not me :(</title><content type='html'>So when I started this whole work schedule, I thought I would have more time to do things during the day. Oh no. I don't have a life anymore :(. All I do is work and sleep. I am working overtime a few days, and then when it's time to sleep, because hubby and I don't HAVE to wake up til later, we don't wake up until later. It just always feels like we need more sleep. So that's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I really really like my job. I like the people. I like how active and busy I stay. I like what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I just want my social life back....&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No, I don't plan on quitting. I'll stay here for a while. I just miss my nights :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff we're doing. We want a house/condo. It would be a good investment, and I want to be able to paint, have a puppy, and make improvements. Here we just can't. We'll probably walk through a really nice condo later today. It's a three bedroom, and there are two decks (One from the master bedroom, which by the way, has a WALK IN CLOSET! Sold! ha ha). It's really snazzy. It'll be more than what we're paying now. Not quite double, but almost. Hopefully we'll be able to afford our own home soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-1823873267581958412?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1823873267581958412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=1823873267581958412&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1823873267581958412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/1823873267581958412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-has-life-not-me.html' title='Who has a life? Not me :('/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984823021330926078.post-8774321223372735827</id><published>2008-03-27T07:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:31:27.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music=Love</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, when you now visit my blog I have some pretty awesome music now :) It's some of my favorites right now, so I hope you like them too! (The list is at the very very bottom of my blog). Now you can jam out while you visit! :D &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6984823021330926078-8774321223372735827?l=whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8774321223372735827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6984823021330926078&amp;postID=8774321223372735827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8774321223372735827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984823021330926078/posts/default/8774321223372735827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/03/musiclove.html' title='Music=Love'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119308963577839203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tvqpPYONOLE/R5oXi7EcypI/AAAAAAAAALo/z7T6g4bFlOM/S220/Black+and+White.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
