<?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-6491880369869424949</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:25:19.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guffawing Away</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm guffawing away on the steam boat of hilarity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-914739903722962196</id><published>2011-09-23T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:11:55.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I plead insanity</title><content type='html'>So, I have royally failed this whole blog thing... Seriously. But so I don't feel like a complete failure, here is an update on the past... well, yearish. I graduated BYU-I with a Bachelor's degree in Emergency Medical Administration: Critical Care Paramedicine after completing an internship in Oklahoma City. That was all kinds of fun and loving times mostly full of old and/or Diabetic people who experienced a sudden gravity vortex and were brought crashing to the ground and were in need of a backboard, c-collar and/or glucose. After I graduated I passed my written and practical paramedic exams. Woot. Those were full of all kinds of drama that I don't like to relive. Then, on my way back from OKC, Risi and I made a pit stop in the ABQ so that I could interview at the little know University of St. Francis sattilite PA school where Cherisse had to learn how to drive a stick for the first (and last as she swears it) time. We drove around a Salvation Army parking lot for a while so she could get the hang of it. After feeling highly underdressed (missed the mark on the whole business suit for girls wave) and feeling completely unqualified, I actually got in! Weird right? So that's what I've been doing since January. I've been in PA school at USF. That is drama all on it's own which consequently has given me 3 major migraines in the interim and a new set of roommates. I'm currently working on my studying skills which are seriously not up to snuff and keeping my head above water. This 4th quarter we just started seems promising though. The new teachers seem good and prepared and are expecting things from us. I think that's a good thing. Well I love all of my two subscribers and anyone else who reads this useless blog. Don't worry, I'm still guffawing away on my steam boat of hilarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-914739903722962196?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/914739903722962196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-plead-insanity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/914739903722962196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/914739903722962196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-plead-insanity.html' title='I plead insanity'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-7147225816459949672</id><published>2011-02-09T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:34:53.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when stalkers were called "secret admirers"...</title><content type='html'>So I've recently become incredibly aware of the fact that I attract, along with the normal bunch of suitors, an exorbitant amount of creepers.... I don't enjoy this fact. Please, if you are a creeper, I'm not available so don't bother creeping on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-7147225816459949672?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7147225816459949672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/7147225816459949672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/7147225816459949672'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-3075982940794115406</id><published>2010-10-03T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:37:18.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day in paradise...</title><content type='html'>This is the newest member of the Glaus family, Cora! She is ridiculously cute (though I've only seen pictures of her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sVF45ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7tNujRoX0I/s1600/IMG952010080995172910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sVF45ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7tNujRoX0I/s320/IMG952010080995172910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865815662257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are just a bunch of pictures from my cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5asTBxhI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TtGOlXjWC_I/s1600/drew+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5asTBxhI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TtGOlXjWC_I/s320/drew+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523868811188618770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Liv watching "fireworks" as Olivia liked to call them... it was actually a lightning storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5amYlQvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/W-xcpirB_m4/s1600/drew-liv+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5amYlQvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/W-xcpirB_m4/s320/drew-liv+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523868809601303282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5acXCBoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nkQBVWmSq9o/s1600/sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5acXCBoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/nkQBVWmSq9o/s320/sunlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523868806910445186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livi getting her first driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4cZDnH7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/IAFqh8xheZo/s1600/livi+drives%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4cZDnH7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/IAFqh8xheZo/s320/livi+drives%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867740871794610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4dP1ozHI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lemqhAzl4eo/s1600/oli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4dP1ozHI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lemqhAzl4eo/s320/oli+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867755577134194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livi's best cheese face while eating the frosting off of a cookie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4c3AHCOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tMDudxCph5Y/s1600/livi+liv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4c3AHCOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tMDudxCph5Y/s320/livi+liv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867748910172386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Glaus endeavored to teach Olivia to stick out her tongue on demand. It only worked for a while, but work it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4c_Pqs-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/A-LraSNJ7gQ/s1600/Liv+Tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4c_Pqs-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/A-LraSNJ7gQ/s320/Liv+Tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867751122908130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4cm-YgcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-By16icHgoM/s1600/livi+and+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi4cm-YgcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-By16icHgoM/s320/livi+and+snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523867744607961538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QXxhFHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YADazeuTXeU/s1600/liv+sleep+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QXxhFHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YADazeuTXeU/s320/liv+sleep+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866434857407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QSnVreI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tzoZ3L3-bSA/s1600/liv+envelope+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QSnVreI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tzoZ3L3-bSA/s320/liv+envelope+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866433472540130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry put stickers on her forehead. You should have seen the depressingly sad face she made when Aubrey had to pull them off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QJuujnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YXyJwvrzHJs/s1600/liv+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3QJuujnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YXyJwvrzHJs/s320/liv+gay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866431087611506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin, you get that crumb... you get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3PYQEd2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xlVCfLM0Pu8/s1600/gabeani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3PYQEd2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xlVCfLM0Pu8/s320/gabeani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866417805686626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awesome blank stare you would always get from Gabean no matter what you were doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3PdGpJUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/FtuuQtTnOow/s1600/gabean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi3PdGpJUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/FtuuQtTnOow/s320/gabean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866419108324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2snBT5NI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AX9LpeAgLqc/s1600/keys+are+yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2snBT5NI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AX9LpeAgLqc/s320/keys+are+yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865820474893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew was so excited to get out of the car on our way to AZ and was amazingly cute playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sqxzYNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VpX8VntvAj4/s1600/jag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sqxzYNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VpX8VntvAj4/s320/jag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865821483589842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Glaus is trying to turn all of her grandkids into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sPkVJGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/niI66-LJLII/s1600/gabean+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sPkVJGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/niI66-LJLII/s320/gabean+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865814179325026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin loves to hold babies and really, really wanted to hold Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2r-L4cjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TZcM0BoL8E8/s1600/gabean+holding+v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2r-L4cjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TZcM0BoL8E8/s320/gabean+holding+v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865809513378354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sweet smile of a mischievous girl after she gets into makeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5awhLuoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Tn-LeH7771A/s1600/schmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi5awhLuoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Tn-LeH7771A/s320/schmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523868812321733250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could life get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xwW8RzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nfQHYhT0lJ8/s1600/downsize%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xwW8RzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/nfQHYhT0lJ8/s320/downsize%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864809369257778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xkBAYEI/AAAAAAAAAko/BooAjs9LM9A/s1600/close+livi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xkBAYEI/AAAAAAAAAko/BooAjs9LM9A/s320/close+livi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864806056026178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. She climbed up on Grandma's head and said "I get up here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xJ7izyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HOMwinIXZAg/s1600/0816001443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xJ7izyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HOMwinIXZAg/s320/0816001443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864799053795106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she was asked to get down she said "No. I get up here. My Gamma Shelly." And then smiled exactly like this. Precious aren't they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xcFo1DI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b-frQYD72fc/s1600/0816001443a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi1xcFo1DI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b-frQYD72fc/s320/0816001443a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864803927970866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;So, that's it, really... Loves and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-3075982940794115406?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3075982940794115406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-day-in-paradise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/3075982940794115406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/3075982940794115406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='another day in paradise...'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TKi2sVF45ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j7tNujRoX0I/s72-c/IMG952010080995172910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-6444478942717733973</id><published>2010-09-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:35:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waitressing: career choice of the stars!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of my singing exploits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Broadway Revue where I sang Shy from Once Upon a Mattress (a story about the princess and the pea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnoz42CpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Bloa59V3K6s/s1600/DSCI0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnoz42CpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Bloa59V3K6s/s320/DSCI0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430869233470098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my sweet rommates Taylor and Tori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnoGmhPFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eWyIHkFNUd4/s1600/DSCI0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnoGmhPFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eWyIHkFNUd4/s320/DSCI0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430857077013586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me singing. My photographer is great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnnsqKtcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cDK9Qfouewc/s1600/DSCI0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnnsqKtcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cDK9Qfouewc/s320/DSCI0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430850112992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnnWLFHwI/AAAAAAAAAho/ryWQYdrICe8/s1600/DSCI0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnnWLFHwI/AAAAAAAAAho/ryWQYdrICe8/s320/DSCI0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430844077022978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Guitars Unplugged. Preston (red tie) decided it was his dream to sing in a school show. The biggest of these is Guitars Unplugged so he asked me to join him in a musical journey. We slowly picked up other band members (a guitar player, pianist, and drummer) and formed the band theRAPutics (if you get it). Preston re-wrote the words to the song Empire State of Mind by JayZ and Alicia Keys to be about Rexburg, ID. It was awesome. We auditioned, we got in, and we conquered. They even put us first because they liked us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnD3lj4rI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3VZBCnQzIMY/s1600/DSCI1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnD3lj4rI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3VZBCnQzIMY/s320/DSCI1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430234571170482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnCwieepI/AAAAAAAAAhY/cc56HdX3E40/s1600/DSCI1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnCwieepI/AAAAAAAAAhY/cc56HdX3E40/s320/DSCI1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430215499315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnCbXN3lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/L1mxrnmu4-k/s1600/DSCI1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnCbXN3lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/L1mxrnmu4-k/s320/DSCI1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430209814945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnB3HgLbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X0NJzLPb00o/s1600/DSCI1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnB3HgLbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X0NJzLPb00o/s320/DSCI1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430200085360050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my gangsta face that is not very gangsta-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnBH3a-mI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gdswacQWm6E/s1600/DSCI1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnBH3a-mI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gdswacQWm6E/s320/DSCI1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518430187401443938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmaGhPZjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-iq_4X63F2I/s1600/DSCI1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmaGhPZjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-iq_4X63F2I/s320/DSCI1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429517025076786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These adoring fans wanted us to sign their shirts, so we lovingly obliged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmZwn8_wI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QP9fjzzT5WE/s1600/DSCI1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmZwn8_wI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QP9fjzzT5WE/s320/DSCI1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429511147650818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Emily had to save a whole row for our cheering section! A whole ROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmZRYV8DI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UaKDHIUq6Yc/s1600/DSCI1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmZRYV8DI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UaKDHIUq6Yc/s320/DSCI1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429502760677426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are all filled up. Yes, we know, our fan count is through the roof... soon they might just spill over into two rows... crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmY0AYUiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/GLDbpU88aS0/s1600/DSCI1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmY0AYUiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/GLDbpU88aS0/s320/DSCI1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429494875542050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmYu-Z5bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/CrVY7QN4AFo/s1600/DSCI1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVmYu-Z5bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/CrVY7QN4AFo/s320/DSCI1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429493525079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlw1-vR4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VLhK6Lwi5bE/s1600/DSCI1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlw1-vR4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VLhK6Lwi5bE/s320/DSCI1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518428808210761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlwXx_H1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/5gbIx1QfSrw/s1600/DSCI1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlwXx_H1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/5gbIx1QfSrw/s320/DSCI1128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518428800104210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlv0tr0cI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nBfzHfQi-ng/s1600/DSCI1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlv0tr0cI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nBfzHfQi-ng/s320/DSCI1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518428790690927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crowd at the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlvSxyTZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bx0jzJR7a9A/s1600/DSCI1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlvSxyTZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bx0jzJR7a9A/s320/DSCI1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518428781581323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wonderful girls are my roommates/fan club. Yes, those shirts do say my name on them... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlu2R1IgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ND1IaKn4Dlc/s1600/DSCI1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVlu2R1IgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ND1IaKn4Dlc/s320/DSCI1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518428773931098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been brought to you by fame and fortune. May it find you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-6444478942717733973?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6444478942717733973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/waitressing-career-choice-of-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6444478942717733973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6444478942717733973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/waitressing-career-choice-of-stars.html' title='waitressing: career choice of the stars!'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TJVnoz42CpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Bloa59V3K6s/s72-c/DSCI0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-9189767961340786836</id><published>2010-06-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:52:43.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>born to be wild</title><content type='html'>So I cleaned out my cell phone photos... Here are my nieces and nephews, looking their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this isn't a nephew, it's a cousin. Weston. But we still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0bflI1a1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/IxC31QDpom4/s1600/weston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0bflI1a1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/IxC31QDpom4/s320/weston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484570150566194002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey's children first:&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA:&lt;br /&gt;They used to fence Liv into the family room, but she'll make it out. She is that determined. You go Olivia, you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a9zMVL1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/LNIPMpj0oaM/s1600/stuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a9zMVL1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/LNIPMpj0oaM/s320/stuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569570223402834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exhausting.... being a baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a9HRbjbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BgerkDpCEqs/s1600/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a9HRbjbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BgerkDpCEqs/s320/sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569558433631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a8_c_W9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ieGw9ApLU7c/s1600/Pumpkin+eater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a8_c_W9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ieGw9ApLU7c/s320/Pumpkin+eater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569556334631890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style is very important when you are trying to impress a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aNPvLpKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rEbxs4L1sNo/s1600/livliv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aNPvLpKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rEbxs4L1sNo/s320/livliv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484568736072180898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ben as a beautician = awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aOqimhxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kO3OvJ88wx0/s1600/make+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aOqimhxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kO3OvJ88wx0/s320/make+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484568760447043346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.... Chocolate kiss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y-pAcD5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/UzlZfnydPYQ/s1600/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y-pAcD5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/UzlZfnydPYQ/s320/downsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484567385645780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently Liv needs a little attention... So pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YgK94waI/AAAAAAAAAco/F0ldEEipMYM/s1600/cute+liv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YgK94waI/AAAAAAAAAco/F0ldEEipMYM/s320/cute+liv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484566862185939362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little-Little Livi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YfyN7P2I/AAAAAAAAAcg/rQSBGwMrXx4/s1600/Baby+Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YfyN7P2I/AAAAAAAAAcg/rQSBGwMrXx4/s320/Baby+Olivia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484566855542325090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they had to move Lucy into the crib, and Liv had to have somewhere to sleep, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Ye19qDpI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YFdR_fElKFg/s1600/0605101252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Ye19qDpI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YFdR_fElKFg/s320/0605101252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484566839367962258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCY:&lt;br /&gt;She was so little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aN9M-yGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/u1t8LdxA6f4/s1600/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aN9M-yGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/u1t8LdxA6f4/s320/lucy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484568748276762722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of the bumbo, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to sit in it a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aNQuRmqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wOcsZw56sC4/s1600/lucy+bumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aNQuRmqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wOcsZw56sC4/s320/lucy+bumbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484568736336812706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little LuLu isn't so little anymore... from e-Skeletorina to Chunk. They grow so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YevIbo5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HEfTF6LrWzI/s1600/0514101924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YevIbo5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HEfTF6LrWzI/s320/0514101924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484566837534106514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's kids:&lt;br /&gt;OLIVER:&lt;br /&gt;He's the oldest of all the nieces and nephews and the craziest, just how we like him.&lt;br /&gt;Here, in case you aren't the brightest crayon in the box, he's at the beach having a romp-roarin' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y-BOrP9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/j44YTfSyfOg/s1600/downsize+Oli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y-BOrP9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/j44YTfSyfOg/s320/downsize+Oli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484567374968078290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Violet... We haven't met yet, but I'm pretty sure she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0be7C-WXI/AAAAAAAAAew/nCvIc21n7ZA/s1600/violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0be7C-WXI/AAAAAAAAAew/nCvIc21n7ZA/s320/violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484570139267324274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the gloved hands the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a_OLySTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oD_6GjlmMxw/s1600/vi+relaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a_OLySTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oD_6GjlmMxw/s320/vi+relaxing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569594648742194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's Kid:&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW DANGER:&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Grapes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aMTrwthI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kca-HZkoBHg/s1600/I+like+grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0aMTrwthI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kca-HZkoBHg/s320/I+like+grapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484568719951705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double D in his pimpin' hat... Ann knows how to dress a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y_CK1NCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/e7Py499yfw8/s1600/Drewbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y_CK1NCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/e7Py499yfw8/s320/Drewbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484567392400258082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... cameras taste good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y9nleqdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/H65seuC7VNk/s1600/Double+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y9nleqdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/H65seuC7VNk/s320/Double+d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484567368084400594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty much always happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YgwzS_tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JjS_KC-aS5A/s1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0YgwzS_tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JjS_KC-aS5A/s320/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484566872342068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Mom! Well, his grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a8IJqgbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/e95wztYSrQs/s1600/Mom+and+Drewbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0a8IJqgbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/e95wztYSrQs/s320/Mom+and+Drewbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569541489623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee's Kiddie:&lt;br /&gt;GAVIN:&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I only have one photo of Gabean... well, mostly because I haven't finished sending all the photos of my phone to my computer. But we love Gavin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y_rerhxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z53FmhloegE/s1600/gavin+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0Y_rerhxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z53FmhloegE/s320/gavin+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484567403489363730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my nieces and nephews. I love them to pieces....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-9189767961340786836?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9189767961340786836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/born-to-be-wild.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/9189767961340786836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/9189767961340786836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/born-to-be-wild.html' title='born to be wild'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TB0bflI1a1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/IxC31QDpom4/s72-c/weston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-659657673539655496</id><published>2010-05-31T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:10:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inner beauty is for amateurs</title><content type='html'>I'm real bored, and I don't have any pictures on my new computer except a few of them I've taken on my web cam... So here are some hairdos... because that's exciting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQieHy0Y_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/u60_cL5iWoY/s1600/Snapshot_20100506_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQieHy0Y_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/u60_cL5iWoY/s320/Snapshot_20100506_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477540947672982514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigtails... Because it was scuba day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidnsEoFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/52Mt3S_xBik/s1600/Snapshot_20100507_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidnsEoFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/52Mt3S_xBik/s320/Snapshot_20100507_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477540939054751826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was big hair day... Big fat hair day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidT3Lj7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/0WkhYi1866s/s1600/Snapshot_20100518_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidT3Lj7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/0WkhYi1866s/s320/Snapshot_20100518_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477540933732634546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the result of a wrastling match... and really gross hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidBWwLqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pFYw877Tr4w/s1600/Snapshot_20100519_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQidBWwLqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pFYw877Tr4w/s320/Snapshot_20100519_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477540928764784290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, don't I look really attractive with a plastic bag on my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQicm_a2SI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N4ZTNzej2TI/s1600/Snapshot_20100529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQicm_a2SI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N4ZTNzej2TI/s320/Snapshot_20100529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477540921687595298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that it's mushy AND itchy! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhiB3D2TI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yQWElTBbaRQ/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhiB3D2TI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yQWElTBbaRQ/s320/Snapshot_20100529_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477539915288009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told that this is the way to attract a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhk9qNGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/fALp0EstoN4/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhk9qNGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/fALp0EstoN4/s320/Snapshot_20100529_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477539907531060322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you take them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhWZx4GI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ljdnQreO3o4/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhWZx4GI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ljdnQreO3o4/s320/Snapshot_20100529_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477539903622471778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhPssEHI/AAAAAAAAAas/BiNm1pyJGzY/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQhhPssEHI/AAAAAAAAAas/BiNm1pyJGzY/s320/Snapshot_20100529_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477539901822734450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you end up looking like this. I know, I know, the face is unfortunate, but you have to admit the hair is attractive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQizR4qhUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VDz6w36UAMg/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQizR4qhUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VDz6w36UAMg/s320/Snapshot_20100529_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477541311159108930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this vain post is dedicated to me of course.... So yeah, go on loving me. Because I know I will....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-659657673539655496?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/659657673539655496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-beauty-is-for-amateurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/659657673539655496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/659657673539655496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-beauty-is-for-amateurs.html' title='inner beauty is for amateurs'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/TAQieHy0Y_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/u60_cL5iWoY/s72-c/Snapshot_20100506_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-1922220982819616443</id><published>2010-05-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:17:44.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take mind-numbing chores over a fulfilling career any day!</title><content type='html'>So here I am at AirIdaho. I did a ride-along shift with them. Well, I'm  still doing a ride-along shift with them. I've been up since 6 (an  annoying habit of my body's, not letting me sleep in to any decent  hour). We did have one flight to Salt Lake City. The patient did great.  Their passenger, not so much. I thought they might luge all over the  plain! Luckily the pilot suggested a throw-up bag (on a happy note, they  didn't ever spill their cookies). They were super squirrelly during  take off and was making me nervous... They were practically jumping out  of their skin. Smaller planes feel the turbulence a lot more, especially  in the back of the plane where we were sitting. So I offered them my  hand to hold (I know, I'm so nice). Once we got over the clouds we were  good until landing when they had to white-knuckle-hold my hand again.  Flying back, the pilot let me ride shotgun (yeah, I'm guessing that term  applies to planes too... or I guess you could call it riding co-pilot)  It was pretty sweet. I didn't realize that the pilots don't really have  to touch the gears that much once they get up to the altitude they want.  They don't ride with their hands on the steering wheel or anything like  that. PS I was so nervous about accidentally grabbing the controls that  I was sweating a little... That was a little over-share, wasn't it....  Anyway, when we got back, they were doing test flights with the pilots  in their newly restored helicopter and my medic asked if I could go up  in one, they said no. Oh man, just kidding, they totally said yes! That  was sweet because they were going through all of their skills like  hovering and turns and emergency landings. By the way, helicopters are  way smoother than planes and I much prefer them. I think everyone should  travel by helicopter. Just, you know, duck if the blades are  spinning... So here are some pictures of the chopper flight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenic Idaho Falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FM63bOeWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ozUK1lx-2ko/s1600/0516001837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FM63bOeWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ozUK1lx-2ko/s320/0516001837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239596426131810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more scenic IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FM6itSljI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Zn_H5YrFwY4/s1600/0516001835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FM6itSljI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Zn_H5YrFwY4/s320/0516001835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239590864754226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzhZsStI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iwQK0NC1Ocg/s1600/0516001834a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzhZsStI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iwQK0NC1Ocg/s320/0516001834a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239470255033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when we were flying straight, The others were while we were turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzU7hkEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6Y1u4L5AklI/s1600/0516001834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzU7hkEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6Y1u4L5AklI/s320/0516001834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239466907275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Starboard side window... (I think, okay, you got me, I have no real idea...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzC2SXaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qwul17Lyn_Y/s1600/0516001833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMzC2SXaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qwul17Lyn_Y/s320/0516001833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239462053469602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in my really attractive head-set, looking excessively excited... And we had even taken off yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMy2_7yhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/amki-RcBVSc/s1600/0516001814a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMy2_7yhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/amki-RcBVSc/s320/0516001814a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239458872707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilots of our wonderful flight. It was really really fun and he did great, but my judging was we didn't crash so my standards are pretty low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMycgFiNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7JNexKKxRdo/s1600/0516001814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FMycgFiNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7JNexKKxRdo/s320/0516001814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239451759806674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some from this morning while I am waiting for all the other people here to wake up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really only opened the camera feature so that I could make sure I didn't look like a homeless person, you know, hair-wise. So I fixed my hair and am lookin soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOkEUmydI/AAAAAAAAAac/vKjAPhcJ70w/s1600/Snapshot_20100517_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOkEUmydI/AAAAAAAAAac/vKjAPhcJ70w/s320/Snapshot_20100517_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241403774290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just started goofing around, never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjxhSZ6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ppK0adVrTcQ/s1600/Snapshot_20100517_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjxhSZ6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ppK0adVrTcQ/s320/Snapshot_20100517_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241398727206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all my stuff that has been packed and ready to go since 6:05ish (give or take).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjkY-YkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-gU3HxyuG4A/s1600/Snapshot_20100517_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjkY-YkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-gU3HxyuG4A/s320/Snapshot_20100517_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241395202679362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I slept last night (minus the luggage and provided pillow and blanket, my blanket is in that stylish pink bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjJocaBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dklJHNRnl8A/s1600/Snapshot_20100517_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOjJocaBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dklJHNRnl8A/s320/Snapshot_20100517_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241388019804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it.... I'm going to go out and see if anyone is living yet and then probably head back to the Burg for class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOi8mIvZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q9fJS326PwQ/s1600/Snapshot_20100517_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FOi8mIvZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q9fJS326PwQ/s320/Snapshot_20100517_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241384520465810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, loves and kisses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-1922220982819616443?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1922220982819616443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-take-mind-numbing-chores-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/1922220982819616443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/1922220982819616443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-take-mind-numbing-chores-over.html' title='I&apos;ll take mind-numbing chores over a fulfilling career any day!'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S_FM63bOeWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ozUK1lx-2ko/s72-c/0516001837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-9115492722742633876</id><published>2010-02-08T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:34:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it would, of course, have to look like an accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So every semester for the graduating nursing students, we put on a "mock" of things that they might come upon outside of the hospital. The nurses are great in the hospital but they have everything they are doing for patients given to them by the doctor. Out on the streets they don't have that luxury, like when their neighbor calls them because they know they are a nurse and that neighbor thinks they are having an allergic reaction and would like their help. Or they just so happened to be on site of a car accident, they would know more of the emergency aspect of the medical field. I ingeniously thought of asking my former acting teacher if any of his students would be interested in coming and helping, which they did, so there were five of them there. So here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the early morning preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArnyfHk1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/P9wK2TNqI1k/s1600-h/Class+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892712803373906" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArnyfHk1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/P9wK2TNqI1k/s320/Class+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, psyching up for the coming events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsQU8tMbI/AAAAAAAAARg/3r3axgeeNjA/s1600-h/Class+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893409249046962" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsQU8tMbI/AAAAAAAAARg/3r3axgeeNjA/s320/Class+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the make up station for all the injuries we have. Don't worry, I brought my arsonal of makeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqxiBhpiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m3tmy5d5q6Y/s1600-h/Class+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435891780671350306" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqxiBhpiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m3tmy5d5q6Y/s320/Class+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know how to use it! I'm giving this gentleman a black eye, you know, in case you couldn't tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aqx6EeSdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fXOHZIkVXeo/s1600-h/Class+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435891787126163922" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aqx6EeSdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fXOHZIkVXeo/s320/Class+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in a bar fight... and lost... and gets shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aro657h0I/AAAAAAAAARI/L9niV3aE1RU/s1600-h/Class+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892732243183426" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aro657h0I/AAAAAAAAARI/L9niV3aE1RU/s320/Class+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a burn in the process of being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aqwi4BBCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_kJ4NrRCCnE/s1600-h/Class+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435891763720029218" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3Aqwi4BBCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_kJ4NrRCCnE/s320/Class+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annamarie is so good at her job of "hurting" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqxF0S_dI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ECEkDizPucU/s1600-h/Class+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435891773099670994" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqxF0S_dI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ECEkDizPucU/s320/Class+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArndCDC1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7he27s_pDcI/s1600-h/Class+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892707044297554" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArndCDC1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7he27s_pDcI/s320/Class+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqyXhoaQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xEKWk8gqWEc/s1600-h/Class+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435891795033090306" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AqyXhoaQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xEKWk8gqWEc/s320/Class+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it's karo syrup with coloring in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AroedJKfI/AAAAAAAAARA/NtgHuC4ZREk/s1600-h/Class+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892724606249458" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AroedJKfI/AAAAAAAAARA/NtgHuC4ZREk/s320/Class+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArpblMYUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rcOce90rV1E/s1600-h/Class+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892741014577474" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArpblMYUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rcOce90rV1E/s320/Class+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As4ndUZcI/AAAAAAAAASI/0tB8388IvFc/s1600-h/Class+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894101412439490" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As4ndUZcI/AAAAAAAAASI/0tB8388IvFc/s320/Class+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsRumHeTI/AAAAAAAAARw/jqKK6GT4alM/s1600-h/Class+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893433313491250" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsRumHeTI/AAAAAAAAARw/jqKK6GT4alM/s320/Class+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station one: Kraig and his buddy Nate were playing and an unfortunate incident occurred. I'm not say Nate pushed poor Kraig off the roof but I am saying that Nate didn't not push Kraig off the roof. Anyway little Kraiglette broke his femer. Ouchies. Don't worry though, even though it's one of the most painful injuries you can sustain, Kraig made it look like it was the most pleasant experience he's ever had. No wonder he's going into paramedicine and not acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At4086A5I/AAAAAAAAATI/krpLn6Q6oOM/s1600-h/Class+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435895204546216850" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At4086A5I/AAAAAAAAATI/krpLn6Q6oOM/s320/Class+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As5cdT1aI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TPE8PaQ89Kg/s1600-h/Class+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894115639481762" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As5cdT1aI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TPE8PaQ89Kg/s320/Class+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, they gave him a juice because he was being so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At4d_4nTI/AAAAAAAAATA/eJbbx93lCcE/s1600-h/Class+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435895198384692530" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At4d_4nTI/AAAAAAAAATA/eJbbx93lCcE/s320/Class+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 2: Students are at a comedy improv show having a rollicking good time when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja4asyuRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZJICPNCbU6U/s1600-h/Class+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337212824598802" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja4asyuRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZJICPNCbU6U/s320/Class+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Front-Row-Center starts having a wild seizure! (Played by Elliot Croft, a real comedy improv actor who so kindly volunteered to play with us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja5ACXbBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sIpAEJ-gy6k/s1600-h/Class+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337222847196178" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja5ACXbBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sIpAEJ-gy6k/s320/Class+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reporter from the Scroll (the school newspaper) taking pictures and her face when he went down was hi-larious. She was definitely not expecting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbLCrLLqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/52dEs750Rtg/s1600-h/Class+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337532792876706" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbLCrLLqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/52dEs750Rtg/s320/Class+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 3: Three buddies decide that they want their names to live on through the wonderful website of youtube, so they decide that they are going to light their friend on fire and send him skiing down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbLmO4goI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VV7sQ0kZ1TY/s1600-h/Class+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337542337888898" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbLmO4goI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VV7sQ0kZ1TY/s320/Class+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they found that that was a bad decision and this group of nurses that "just so happened by" helped the stunned boys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As5suqFzI/AAAAAAAAASY/ntWvNMHEUmM/s1600-h/Class+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894120007210802" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As5suqFzI/AAAAAAAAASY/ntWvNMHEUmM/s320/Class+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was awesome because all the nurses could not hide their disbelief at the boys stupidity of lighting their friend (played by another improv actor Brad Cottle) on fire. In fact, one group kicked them out of the room because they couldn't stand their idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At30SlCAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RJFzbSg_h8M/s1600-h/Class+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435895187188811778" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At30SlCAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RJFzbSg_h8M/s320/Class+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Station 5: (yeah I somehow skipped station 4 which was a UTI of a newly married girl) The traveling pack of nurses happens on a stabbed hobo in an ally (cleverly disguised as a storage closet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbb3-6YUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Dv4SjUVFb4Q/s1600-h/Class+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337821980647746" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbb3-6YUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Dv4SjUVFb4Q/s320/Class+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hobo (played by Levi, a paramedic student) lived I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbMKutu6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1FoKxhzkqw8/s1600-h/Class+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337552135076770" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbMKutu6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1FoKxhzkqw8/s320/Class+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Station 6: The nurses are having an impromptu meeting in the handicapped bathroom, oh I mean in one of their living rooms when their frantic neighbor starts pounding on the door and throws his baby at them saying he left the bath tub just for a second to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jaexhwcKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JbwFU19yxhE/s1600-h/Class+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336772275728546" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jaexhwcKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JbwFU19yxhE/s320/Class+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father (played by improv actor Aaron Allsop) then freaks out and eventually ends up on the ground while they take care of the baby (played by baby manikin #2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As6Eaaf-I/AAAAAAAAASg/j3BPR9DlwvE/s1600-h/Class+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894126364753890" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3As6Eaaf-I/AAAAAAAAASg/j3BPR9DlwvE/s320/Class+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group getting the lowdown on station 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jafjNXiSI/AAAAAAAAATY/2JxMsamsEjs/s1600-h/Class+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336785611983138" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jafjNXiSI/AAAAAAAAATY/2JxMsamsEjs/s320/Class+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 7: Two guys are hanging out when one (Cody from the fire station) starts to go down. He's swelling up and acting weird like he can't breath. Friend two (played by Cody Crockette of the paramedic class) runs and gets help and just so happens upon another group of roaming nurses (super lucky right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jagF_xVnI/AAAAAAAAATg/kzulA6q2ijM/s1600-h/Class+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336794950194802" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jagF_xVnI/AAAAAAAAATg/kzulA6q2ijM/s320/Class+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend two thinks his friend is allergic to something and knows he has an epi pen somewhere on his person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jaggCvW6I/AAAAAAAAATo/rx0qPNWiidY/s1600-h/Class+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336801941969826" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jaggCvW6I/AAAAAAAAATo/rx0qPNWiidY/s320/Class+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the nurses a while to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbcV6w6qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zmr4xTnrdjY/s1600-h/Class+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337830016314018" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbcV6w6qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zmr4xTnrdjY/s320/Class+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nurse not so kindly told friend number two, who was freaking out, to back off which was kind of hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbtL0KoXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kfU1wvliUMU/s1600-h/Class+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338119362060658" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbtL0KoXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kfU1wvliUMU/s320/Class+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after quite some time they finally found the epi pen and delivered it to friend number 1. Cody was exstatic! This is his victory dance for his friend averting death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbtihB1rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gRlaJKCHATY/s1600-h/Class+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338125455808178" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbtihB1rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gRlaJKCHATY/s320/Class+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put something on Cody's face to make it look like he was sweating profusely and papertowels were sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbuK0p28I/AAAAAAAAAWI/1N6JpNZvM9c/s1600-h/Class+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338136275540930" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbuK0p28I/AAAAAAAAAWI/1N6JpNZvM9c/s320/Class+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 8: This is Josh (strapping young paramedic student) who is about to age 30 years and have some chest pain. He and his wife were throwing a party when he suddenly felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsQozeAkI/AAAAAAAAARo/7Tx31ZUY3pQ/s1600-h/Class+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893414579012162" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsQozeAkI/AAAAAAAAARo/7Tx31ZUY3pQ/s320/Class+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks pretty happy for someone in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb77zz6VI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N7BysMfi3ZY/s1600-h/Class+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338372763642194" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb77zz6VI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N7BysMfi3ZY/s320/Class+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is better, so his "wife" goes next door and gets the nurses who are again having a meeting. He has pain all up his left arm. And as it progresses I'm pretty sure he codes. I didn't stay for the whole thing so, yeah... I didn't get any pictures of it if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb8fM-EeI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jz8DX_dLg84/s1600-h/Class+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338382264406498" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb8fM-EeI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jz8DX_dLg84/s320/Class+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 9: A girl (Paramedic student Kailena) calls her nurse friends to come check on her roommate who has been getting more and more sick over the past few days. Roommate (improv student Macy Hammond) has shoulder pain and abdominal pain and is sweaty and weak and feverish and so on. (yeah this picture is before it started so the roommate (macy in the white shirt) is not yet in pain because the nurses haven't arrived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbdQlzprI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kFeztl0jyQE/s1600-h/Class+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337845766104754" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbdQlzprI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kFeztl0jyQE/s320/Class+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, this is more like it. She was very very good at being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbd1HIGFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/J10YZV2VQfE/s1600-h/Class+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337855569533010" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbd1HIGFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/J10YZV2VQfE/s320/Class+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was pregnant and had an ectopic pregnancy (fetus implantation somewhere other than the uterus usually in the Fallopian tube) that had ruptured her fallopian tube causing pain and massive internal bleeding. This one trips up the nurses a little bit because they go to BYU-I and don't expect a single girl going to school to be pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbsolPyhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OpfLO8fpVu0/s1600-h/Class+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338109904243218" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jbsolPyhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OpfLO8fpVu0/s320/Class+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 10: A concerned neighbor calls a nurse who is again having a meeting (how convenient is that?!) about his wife. She won't answer the phone and was acting a little weird last time he talked to her and wants them to go check on her. She is a known diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jag2MoS4I/AAAAAAAAATw/7O_o5RmKkcw/s1600-h/Class+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336807889030018" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jag2MoS4I/AAAAAAAAATw/7O_o5RmKkcw/s320/Class+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Natalie (paramedic student) playing the neighbor wife. She had taken too much insulin and was hypoglycemic so she was acting really weird. That was the best because she was really confusing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja3deFC_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/VewHza6qpk0/s1600-h/Class+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337196388322290" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja3deFC_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/VewHza6qpk0/s320/Class+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure at some point she told them she wasn't married and that she just liked diamonds, yeah it was pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja37GKV9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/11gY5Zwqe4s/s1600-h/Class+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438337204341069778" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ja37GKV9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/11gY5Zwqe4s/s320/Class+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 11: Called over for an unconscious roommate (Paramedic student Annamarie). She has all kinds of needles around and has track marks up her arm. Yeah pretty obvious it's a drug overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At3nc1abI/AAAAAAAAASw/A-hGz1XEUlM/s1600-h/Class+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435895183742167474" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At3nc1abI/AAAAAAAAASw/A-hGz1XEUlM/s320/Class+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 12: Bar fight gone wrong. He was shot. Fix him. Because there is an unafraid group of nurses wandering all by their lonesome past a bar with men who would shoot each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At3H8eJtI/AAAAAAAAASo/M6H0EMJbjwo/s1600-h/Class+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435895175284926162" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3At3H8eJtI/AAAAAAAAASo/M6H0EMJbjwo/s320/Class+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's ok! for the most part. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb86BzMgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VmxVvTN8Kwc/s1600-h/Class+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338389465313794" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb86BzMgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VmxVvTN8Kwc/s320/Class+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end all be all: A bus on the way to the ski resort crashes right in front of you. Help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsPwIFpMI/AAAAAAAAARY/HJlOyqI24vE/s1600-h/Class+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893399364674754" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3AsPwIFpMI/AAAAAAAAARY/HJlOyqI24vE/s320/Class+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our friendly neighborhood Annamarie. She bloodies everyone up. Because she's so very good at it. It stems from being a zombie for Halloween for the past 12 years straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcNQNzkpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AvkPTlON7PQ/s1600-h/Class+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338670299157138" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcNQNzkpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AvkPTlON7PQ/s320/Class+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pow wow afterwords where we tell the nurses everything they did wrong... and right... I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb9VDJm8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TknijobdWOw/s1600-h/Class+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338396718734274" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb9VDJm8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TknijobdWOw/s320/Class+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok from left to right. jessica, michael, michele, jessie, marcus... ok I don't really know who they all are. I was pretending for funsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb923l5LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RcSEvXRH9U0/s1600-h/Class+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338405797061810" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jb923l5LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RcSEvXRH9U0/s320/Class+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is celebratory dinner after. Yay. We beat each other up and made the nurses cry... Oh right in this picture is (for realsies) left to right is Natalie's sister, Natalie, and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcN74vueI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M7nd0JkOtrQ/s1600-h/Class+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338682021984738" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcN74vueI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M7nd0JkOtrQ/s320/Class+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annamarie and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcOZogNEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/b4TxW_Kl74U/s1600-h/Class+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338690006922306" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcOZogNEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/b4TxW_Kl74U/s320/Class+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth and Reed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcO-HJ9nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XrBca6UtJ0I/s1600-h/Class+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438338699799164530" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3jcO-HJ9nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XrBca6UtJ0I/s320/Class+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it. If you didn't make it all the way through, that's ok. I didn't really either. That's why it took me like the entire semester and all of the descriptions towards the end were kind of crappy. Well, thank you and good night. Or good day. For those of you who prefer to watch That 70's Show. Which I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-9115492722742633876?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9115492722742633876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-would-of-course-have-to-look-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/9115492722742633876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/9115492722742633876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-would-of-course-have-to-look-like.html' title='it would, of course, have to look like an accident'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/S3ArnyfHk1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/P9wK2TNqI1k/s72-c/Class+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-317441622560543117</id><published>2009-12-13T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:17:22.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't TiVo this, honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that I survived the first semester of the Paramedic program, I'm finally posting a few highlights other than the late night photos I took after a shift was over. But yeah, I most definitely got a 3.7 gpa this past semester. Holla. So here are some pictures of the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously Risi and I.... This was when we celebrated her birthday at Ben and Ashlee's in SLC... Aren't we so cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGRVZDt9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eHpqIoRYVPU/s1600-h/risi+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414952128085211090" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGRVZDt9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eHpqIoRYVPU/s320/risi+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is not a head wound so don't worry! This is how my fabulously red hair keeps it's luster... and to all those who are wondering, no, I don't wear that shirt in public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGRI1pbYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wMFWvMeRnTM/s1600-h/roomies+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414952124715462018" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGRI1pbYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wMFWvMeRnTM/s320/roomies+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ok, I am wearing that exact same shirt again in this picture and it is in public so I guess my last comment was a lie.... But I had to wear a shirt that they could put fake blood all over so why not a shirt that looked like it had already been bloodied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGQhQEN6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/1UjSp3N8c2M/s1600-h/accident+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414952114088851362" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGQhQEN6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/1UjSp3N8c2M/s320/accident+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put all these pictures up with no explanation because I was feeling really lazy today and it took a lot of my limited energy just to upload these photos but then I realized I'm hanging out a window with a cervical collar on so I didn't want to worry anyone.... So to put everyone at ease, these are PRETEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBmUC4nTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZCrhbkxxBwo/s1600-h/accident+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946990942887218" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBmUC4nTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZCrhbkxxBwo/s320/accident+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to put on a mock for the Basic EMT class for their final and I was a patient obviously. Don't worry, I only had to flat line twice. But they brought me back. It was really fun until it was FREEZING in the ambulance bay which is where this was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBmC4YF-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/EUCh4Hs6bYE/s1600-h/accident+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946986335410146" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBmC4YF-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/EUCh4Hs6bYE/s320/accident+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is them after they pulled me back into the car. I was hanging out that window for a good 10 minutes and my arm fell asleep for sure and one of the instructors (my old basic teacher) kept poking my nose with his pen. It's hard to pretend to be unconscious when you are being poked and prodded by someone. Not to mention incredibly frustrating because you can't retaliate and he was totally taking advantage of that fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBl2kiIPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JAkMeZN0YhQ/s1600-h/accident+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946983030956274" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBl2kiIPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JAkMeZN0YhQ/s320/accident+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Jake... He was "driving the car while intoxicated"... And he was acting drunk. I'm pretty sure this group had the officer handcuff him to one of the fire trucks because he kept coming over to me and telling me we had to leave because he didn't want to get in trouble. It was hilarious watching the student's try and deal with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBlnbyftI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/70Boz4DrpyI/s1600-h/accident+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946978967748306" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBlnbyftI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/70Boz4DrpyI/s320/accident+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is us coming up on a scenario for the class. We do them every Monday. One group comes up with a scenario that the whole class goes to in groups of three and runs through it. Our teacher watches and then tells us the things we did well and the things we can fix. So it goes Nate (the guy going in the door), me, and then we were short a person on our team so we took one of the Basic students to help us and I don't recall his name (the kid behind me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBlXiCmMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ztJ1Xhz6TM0/s1600-h/scenario+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946974699002050" style="width: 238px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXBlXiCmMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ztJ1Xhz6TM0/s320/scenario+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That's me checking the patient's heart rate on the monitor. Oh so the call... 22 year old male that hung himself from the outside 2nd floor bannister. He had been cut down but he wasn't breathing and CPR was in progress when we arrived. So yeah, we hooked him up to the monitor to see what was going on electrically in his heart. (and happy to report since he wasn't really dead, just playing, he had a normal rhythm and rate. so... yay for him.... he's ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAekd3-iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/u0b0HngJaqg/s1600-h/scenario+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945758400477730" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAekd3-iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/u0b0HngJaqg/s320/scenario+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;But he wasn't breathing so we were going to intubate him. And by we, I mean me. So that's a laryngoscope in my hand and my teacher is telling me that they have an intubation manikin for me to do it on. (don't worry, I was really not excited to do it on a manikin because they are really hard to intubate... in case you were wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAeR0Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/9hwxTUNaY78/s1600-h/scenario+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945753393449794" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAeR0Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/9hwxTUNaY78/s320/scenario+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;But you can see that his lips are blue because he is cyanotic (not enough oxygenation to the cells that are blue, that's why they turn blue) and you can kind of see the rope around his neck. And one person is "bagging" him (squeeaing the blue bag attached to the mask in order to get oxygen down into his lungs since he stopped breathing) and there is a girl doing fakesies CPR. (because CPR when you are actually alive is not the most pleasant experience... Trust me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAeC_0k-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DHA17DjgKsk/s1600-h/scenario+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945749416055778" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAeC_0k-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DHA17DjgKsk/s320/scenario+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I'm over in the corner intubating the manikin when the guy starts to "wake up"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAd7J-NpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gbxyEFnrV14/s1600-h/scenario+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945747311146642" style="width: 238px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAd7J-NpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gbxyEFnrV14/s320/scenario+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And don't worry, since he was "suicidal" he definitely had a gun and was incredibly angry that we had helped him out. Definitely a "you didn't save my life, you ruined my death! That's what you did!" kind of situation. He definitely wanted us to go and we most definitely didn't want to stay. BTW if a situation ever becomes unstable or dangerous, paramedics have to leave. In fact we aren't supposed to ever go on scene if we don't know it's safe. So if we're called on a domestic disturbance call and police aren't there yet, we are not allowed to go in for our own safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAdrlD7HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QG-Pp7lVVMY/s1600-h/scenario+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945743129799794" style="width: 238px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXAdrlD7HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QG-Pp7lVVMY/s320/scenario+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for tonight.... Because my severe ADD is calling my attention to other, more shiny things.... Oooh pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-317441622560543117?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/317441622560543117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-cant-tivo-this-honey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/317441622560543117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/317441622560543117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-cant-tivo-this-honey.html' title='you can&apos;t TiVo this, honey'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SyXGRVZDt9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eHpqIoRYVPU/s72-c/risi+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-4385936934180316719</id><published>2009-10-22T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:28:59.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so involved being me</title><content type='html'>Sup guys.... I'm once again avoiding the inevitable by making a new post.... So, yeah.... here are some pictures for kicks and giggles....&lt;br /&gt;This is me right after or possibly before a ride-along shift in Idaho Falls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7uDbTh0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wh8ViosZBLo/s1600-h/Picture+974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7uDbTh0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wh8ViosZBLo/s320/Picture+974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395659490946418498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, definitely after because I was in a really weird mood. 14.5 hour shifts are tiresome, and make me weirdsome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7uBi3MwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ennfhQAQjgA/s1600-h/Picture+970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7uBi3MwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ennfhQAQjgA/s320/Picture+970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395659490441245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I was sick.... Don't worry, not the swine flu, just regular cold. Thank you Risi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE67Riw53I/AAAAAAAAAN4/hRkKFVA0Als/s1600-h/Picture+1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE67Riw53I/AAAAAAAAAN4/hRkKFVA0Als/s320/Picture+1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395658618562471794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this? It's just an IV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7t2JAg4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6yglcBStr5o/s1600-h/Picture+1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7t2JAg4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6yglcBStr5o/s320/Picture+1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395659487380013954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me feel better and freaking my roommates out at the same time so it's doubly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7thPYHOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gDEWC_maY8Y/s1600-h/Picture+1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7thPYHOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gDEWC_maY8Y/s320/Picture+1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395659481769581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fake bruise and bloody nose from the nursing mock we put on for the nursing students. First I was an anaphlaxic neighbor that called them over because I didn't know what was going on.... I had to die several times.... But then we were in a "mass casualty" incident where the nurses had to triage. I was found under a chair with a broken leg and arm. It was fun! Oh yeah and there is blood coming out of my ear too but it kind of rubbed off while I was waiting to be found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE67NiSCZI/AAAAAAAAANw/ydvoDVR5as0/s1600-h/Picture+1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE67NiSCZI/AAAAAAAAANw/ydvoDVR5as0/s320/Picture+1036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395658617486707090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many bruises received during IV certification lab... They didn't miss the vein but didn't get it in either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE6698S8SI/AAAAAAAAANo/DjaGhRDq7_4/s1600-h/Picture+1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE6698S8SI/AAAAAAAAANo/DjaGhRDq7_4/s320/Picture+1031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395658613300850978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the biggest one I got, too bad you can't really see exactly how awesome it is. This one she got the vein but then went through it. Too bad because it was her certifying one and obviously she was failed and had to do it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE66tFjEZI/AAAAAAAAANg/zgD51X_TCHg/s1600-h/Picture+1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE66tFjEZI/AAAAAAAAANg/zgD51X_TCHg/s320/Picture+1030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395658608776253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that this might gross some people out and I apologize.... But not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE66mOjFmI/AAAAAAAAANY/GdpQXMEqMLE/s1600-h/Picture+1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE66mOjFmI/AAAAAAAAANY/GdpQXMEqMLE/s320/Picture+1029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395658606934955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, loves and kisses. I'm going to do something else to distract me from homework....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-4385936934180316719?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4385936934180316719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/sup-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4385936934180316719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4385936934180316719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/sup-guys.html' title='it&apos;s so involved being me'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SuE7uDbTh0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wh8ViosZBLo/s72-c/Picture+974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-6324309122444995855</id><published>2009-10-08T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:34:37.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the excitment never ends</title><content type='html'>So, I did go on my first run with the ambulance and guess who didn't wet themself? Uh.... Me. It shouldn't have taken you that long to guess.... anyhow... It is actually pretty hilarious because you arrive at 7:30 and the first order of business is the morning poker game that decides who is going to cook for the day. Yeah, I'd never played poker before so you can only imagine how that turned out.... and if you guessed that one of the other paramedics helped me win, you'd be right. The next order of business after breakfast is the poker game that decides who does the dishes... Yeah, I lost that one... But they all did the dishes anyway because they felt bad for me and all.... They pretty much play cards to decide of everything which I find highly enjoyable. Except for the times I lose. Which is a lot. So I guess I don't really like it. Anywho.... We went out on three calls. Pulled some tazer prongs out of a guy, took a woman to the hospital who accidentally fell down the stairs (that one was sad because she was pretty embarrassed and full on super-manned it down to the basement), and an older gentleman who someone wanted checked up on. Then later that night we were called to a fire so I got to stand around in the cold outside by myself.... while they were all inside in their fire gear looking for the fire.... and everyone kept asking me questions for which I had no answers.... Don't worry though, there wasn't really a fire, just a space heater that over heated. And then, half an hour before I was supposed to leave, we got called to a car accident scene. And while a couple had some bleeding face wounds, they were superficial so we didn't do anything for them. A pretty exciting first day.... Then at the hospital I worked in the ICU. I learned a lot and I don't want anyone to have to live there. Even if it is for a short time. I don't like it. I almost got to watch a trach tube switched out but last minute the nurse I was following needed my help. Oh well, maybe next time.... So here are some pictures of me fresh back from the hospital. I'm super tired and fell asleep at my desk for a second. I know embarrassing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup, just walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SNkXsEtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bYff9fsiwGk/s1600-h/Picture+994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SNkXsEtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bYff9fsiwGk/s320/Picture+994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336197063873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was just at the hospital for a good 6 hours and feel awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2l0eQjI/AAAAAAAAANI/79eNbZpr1Aw/s1600-h/Picture+1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2l0eQjI/AAAAAAAAANI/79eNbZpr1Aw/s320/Picture+1023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390338001339302450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2EdABJI/AAAAAAAAANA/jo5ZbjOEKYk/s1600-h/Picture+1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2EdABJI/AAAAAAAAANA/jo5ZbjOEKYk/s320/Picture+1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390337992382481554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T16felCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SQhhtJRCVVs/s1600-h/Picture+1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T16felCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SQhhtJRCVVs/s320/Picture+1018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390337989708518434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SPZj42jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oK1I8YUEBr0/s1600-h/Picture+1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SPZj42jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oK1I8YUEBr0/s320/Picture+1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336228521990706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, let me listen to your heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SOmO_d6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8HlDknHPap0/s1600-h/Picture+998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SOmO_d6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8HlDknHPap0/s320/Picture+998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336214744135586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking sounds funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SO74aOWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5IM3ir1ZCOE/s1600-h/Picture+1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SO74aOWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5IM3ir1ZCOE/s320/Picture+1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336220555000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is working so I sing into it it make sure. Oh yeah, it works, but ear drums didn't for a little while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T1cyIx9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/51Y3EFh6zlY/s1600-h/Picture+1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T1cyIx9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/51Y3EFh6zlY/s320/Picture+1017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390337981733717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they shouldn't give me things to play with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SOD6ERfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qeSdXq-VGmw/s1600-h/Picture+997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SOD6ERfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qeSdXq-VGmw/s320/Picture+997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336205529564658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really did just fall asleep at my computer so I'm seriously going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2-rlY0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/h6VRy2C-ZsA/s1600-h/Picture+1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5T2-rlY0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/h6VRy2C-ZsA/s320/Picture+1022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390338008012907330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun! Ok loves and kisses until next time. Whenever that is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-6324309122444995855?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6324309122444995855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/excitment-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6324309122444995855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6324309122444995855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/excitment-never-ends.html' title='the excitment never ends'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Ss5SNkXsEtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bYff9fsiwGk/s72-c/Picture+994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-1136698180967215034</id><published>2009-09-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:35:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank goodness that's over with!</title><content type='html'>Guess who definitely passed their EMT-Basic certification practical examination? Yeah, that would be me... And you already know because I sent out a mass text because I was so excited about it. Not that I didn't think I would pass.... Whatever, moving on. I still have to do the written test and don't really know how to sign up for it... I have to have it done by November. I should probably figure it out. So, yeah, that's it... This is why I shouldn't have a blog, my updates are dumb... So here is a random picture:&lt;br /&gt;WALL E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrXKBJt_tfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XKgJsD913Kg/s1600-h/Picture+001+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrXKBJt_tfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XKgJsD913Kg/s320/Picture+001+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383431050728814066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-1136698180967215034?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1136698180967215034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-goodness-thats-over-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/1136698180967215034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/1136698180967215034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-goodness-thats-over-with.html' title='thank goodness that&apos;s over with!'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrXKBJt_tfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XKgJsD913Kg/s72-c/Picture+001+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-2843081647306970085</id><published>2009-09-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:01:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed my whole house was clean...</title><content type='html'>So here I am supposed to be cleaning the trash can that is my tiny bedroom floor right now and I decided to post a new, well, post. Because I avoid anything unpleasant... And my ADD meds haven't kicked in yet. Our rounds at the hospital on Wednesday wasn't really exciting because all we did was orientation. We walked through a facility and then sat at computers for 2 hours learning how to update patients charts when we give them medication. So as you can imagine I was totally enthralled. (And if by enthralled you think I mean fighting not to fall asleep, you'd be right) Tomorrow is our Basic EMT certifying test so I'm pretty much dying on the inside. In fact just typing that made my hands sweat and my stomach churn. Or maybe that was the pizza I had for breakfast.... Just kidding, I don't eat pizza for breakfast.... Not at all.... So here are some pictures of various family events for kicks and giggles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't we all cute when we were younger.... This was right after Andy got home from his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6FMZ1tqI/AAAAAAAAALo/-z07t1WXd2k/s1600-h/Glauschildren.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6FMZ1tqI/AAAAAAAAALo/-z07t1WXd2k/s320/Glauschildren.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382850578029590178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the cousins that were at Uncle Brett, Uncle Brett, B-R-E-T-T's wedding... Good times good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6qg-Y2yI/AAAAAAAAALw/pDE4IRjwsDQ/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6qg-Y2yI/AAAAAAAAALw/pDE4IRjwsDQ/s320/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382851219206757154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the Fam at Ashlee's wedding in Albuquerque. I don't know why it's so small and I'm too lazy to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6DtrJHsI/AAAAAAAAALI/74_VfOMd7jw/s1600-h/Ashleewedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6DtrJHsI/AAAAAAAAALI/74_VfOMd7jw/s320/Ashleewedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382850552600796866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at our first annual Glaus Fambly reunion in Hawaii. This is some place up in the mountains where the wind is blowing so hard that you can lean back and not fall down. It also makes you look really stupid while you do it so I say it's a super fun place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6qwDJu7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4ax_KmX49eM/s1600-h/wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6qwDJu7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4ax_KmX49eM/s320/wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382851223253269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving line in Aubrey's wedding reception. Isn't that cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6E4Y_hcI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wjxnb85ZQDU/s1600-h/aubwedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6E4Y_hcI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wjxnb85ZQDU/s320/aubwedding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382850572657329602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the temple when Aubrey FINALLY came out... I mean I know that wedding dresses take a long time to get into but Really.... Ha ha, just kidding.... Kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6EcaCPiI/AAAAAAAAALY/-Zytl_eCd6k/s1600-h/Aubwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6EcaCPiI/AAAAAAAAALY/-Zytl_eCd6k/s320/Aubwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382850565145509410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us waiting for Aubrey to come out. That's Uncle Bill and Aunt Allison along with Nate, Natalie, me, and Risi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6DzFrzSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0XAzr0BCo-o/s1600-h/aubs+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6DzFrzSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0XAzr0BCo-o/s320/aubs+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382850554054298914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes this post. Sorry it's not as entertaining as always but I can't fight the inevitable. I must clean my crap hole, I mean room. And all the meds have kicked in so I need something to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-2843081647306970085?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2843081647306970085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dreamed-my-whole-house-was-clean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/2843081647306970085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/2843081647306970085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dreamed-my-whole-house-was-clean.html' title='I dreamed my whole house was clean...'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SrO6FMZ1tqI/AAAAAAAAALo/-z07t1WXd2k/s72-c/Glauschildren.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-87320735129750008</id><published>2009-09-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:48:16.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop me before I volunteer again</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day of paramedic lab. Yeah, lets just say I shouldn't be allowed to pull someone out of an ambulance on a cot unless I lift some major weights for a while and... build up my strength. I almost dropped one of my classmates.... I mean, I didn't do that! Not at all.... But seriously. And my uniform, lets just say it's pretty butch. But I am genuinely excited about this major even though it freaks the bejeebies out of me. (Yeah I'm spelling it that way, bejeebies) We have to do ride-alongs with ambulances and trust me when I say I'm terrified to the point where only "silent pant's-wetting" describes my situation. But mainly only because I haven't done it yet. I'm praying every night that I don't actually wet my pants when we get our first call. Heavenly Father has to be finding my prayers pretty interresting right now. And if by interresting you think I mean ridiculously hilarious, then you'd be right. We start rounds at the hospital on Wednesday. I'm almost positive we are going to be cleaning a lot of bed pans and wiping a lot of old, pardon the word, bottoms. But I did find out that we have to watch a total of 10 live births this semester while at the hospital so.... yay. (if you could hear me say that outloud my sarcastic enthusiasm would bring tears of laughter to your eyes and tears of deep pain to mine) Anyway, here is a picture of me fresh back from class. And yes my hair looks like that because I had to pretend to be a patient and had a cervical collar on while strapped to a long board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8NLj6aXmI/AAAAAAAAALA/0oBn2bmKVog/s1600-h/Picture+940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8NLj6aXmI/AAAAAAAAALA/0oBn2bmKVog/s320/Picture+940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534572000992866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, retarded smile but it's because I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M1Ze8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rDHpRKOCCkM/s1600-h/Picture+982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M1Ze8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rDHpRKOCCkM/s320/Picture+982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534191244305554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm legit with my patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M0NVgHGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NBUlLGVtvsw/s1600-h/Picture+946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M0NVgHGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NBUlLGVtvsw/s320/Picture+946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534170803608674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M09st_LI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vy6uRofC0P0/s1600-h/Picture+943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M09st_LI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vy6uRofC0P0/s320/Picture+943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534183785888946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M0gA6yzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZXdnjly46vk/s1600-h/Picture+947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8M0gA6yzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZXdnjly46vk/s320/Picture+947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534175817550642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I said. Legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8Mz4Zz7zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h6feaVnnKAA/s1600-h/Picture+983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8Mz4Zz7zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h6feaVnnKAA/s320/Picture+983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534165184540466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm supposed to be reading 200 pages tonight all about how to interprit a 12 lead ECG... If you understood what I just said then you are better off than I my friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-87320735129750008?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/87320735129750008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-me-before-i-volunteer-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/87320735129750008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/87320735129750008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-me-before-i-volunteer-again.html' title='stop me before I volunteer again'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sq8NLj6aXmI/AAAAAAAAALA/0oBn2bmKVog/s72-c/Picture+940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-5012971077003424266</id><published>2009-06-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:47:55.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why yes, I am overqualified...</title><content type='html'>I just had to let everyone know somehow that I won Best Of for Broadway Revue and I'm totally geeking out about it!!! It's not even a trick! At least I don't think it is. It would be pretty mean of them to tell me I won and then it not be true.... Could someone be that cruel... No, I don't think so... It's too early to text anyone and it's killing me! But I will put some pictures up of it later. You know, for the two of you that read my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-5012971077003424266?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5012971077003424266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-yes-i-am-overqualified.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/5012971077003424266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/5012971077003424266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-yes-i-am-overqualified.html' title='why yes, I am overqualified...'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-2939880240540900544</id><published>2009-05-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:41:10.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She kind of enjoyed working for an idiot....</title><content type='html'>I got promoted at work to supervisor and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SgRSH85z0eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/S64qYC1LtnM/s1600-h/0501091539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333478155274670562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SgRSH85z0eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/S64qYC1LtnM/s320/0501091539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally legit because I've got a name plate for work!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted everyone to know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-2939880240540900544?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2939880240540900544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-kind-of-enjoyed-working-for-idiot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/2939880240540900544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/2939880240540900544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-kind-of-enjoyed-working-for-idiot.html' title='She kind of enjoyed working for an idiot....'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SgRSH85z0eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/S64qYC1LtnM/s72-c/0501091539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-6920867335842998059</id><published>2009-04-07T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:36:34.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she was one frozen entree away from a nervous breakdown</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe not a frozen entree but genetics test... one genetics test away from a nervous break down. Well it's that time of the semester again... Finals. I have my last take home genetics test due tomorrow in class and then we are taking our comprehensive final (also in class) and then a stats final tomorrow night in the testing center. Religion's final also opens tomorrow on blackboard, but luckily it's open until Saturday at midnight. My final English project is due in class on Thursday and then I"M DONE!!! YAY!!! Except that in about a week I'm starting it all over again. I'm taking 18 credits (Anat &amp;amp; Phys, O Chem 2 [yes again and hopefully I won't fail again], Psych, Lit, family foundations, and some capstone class that I'm required to take but am pretty ticked about) on top of work (at the tutoring center) and a state certified EMT class on Monday nights. We have to read 4 chapters and complete a workbook on each chapter before every class... That'll be interesting I guess. Actually I'm pretty excited about it all. You know, life is easier when you know exactly what you are doing... I should try that more often. I did go down to Utah! Yay! Actually for the past two weekends. The first weekend I stayed with Ashley and Ben and Gavin and Risi came too! We had birthday fun for Cherisse who is 19 already! Who knew she could grow up? Who knew I could grow up for that matter? And I took some pictures this time so good job to me. Last weekend I went down to see my parents who were there to go to conference. We stayed with Gramps and I'm so excited because Grandpa, Risi, and I are going to a movie on my birthday (when I return to Utah yet again for Toni's wedding [Yay!]). I also saw Liz and her mom because they were staying with Ben and Ash while looking for an apartment for Liz. Which, did you ever find one Liz? We had lots of good times and conference was really amazing. As usual. And then on Thursday I'll be driving down to Utah again in order to catch a flight to AZ for the break on Friday. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-6920867335842998059?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6920867335842998059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6920867335842998059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6920867335842998059'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-4209217393490560988</id><published>2009-03-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:16:29.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone called... about something....</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I have it all figured out, the cosmos definitely let me know that they were joking... I still don't know about this whole Paramedicine thing but I'm pretty sure I'm going to do it. BUT I had an amazing weekend because Risi, Ash, Ben and Gavin came up over the weekend and we had a jolly good time! We pretty much went to every store in Rexburg after I got off work and then my roommates got to hold Gavin during sacrament meeting which was basically the highlight of their life. At least Emily's... She loved it. And so did he. But when I tried to hold him... NO. He wanted his mom. What a momma's boy.... Just kidding. It was because I was sitting next to her and he does like her best. She gives him food and stuff. Oh and she gave him life... Like that's important... Tonight was FHE and we had a pingpong tournament and guess who won!? If you guessed Big Kev, then you'd be right. Then when we were driving home, half way there I realized Big Kev was not wearing his seat belt so I had to pull over, which he was not expecting so it was pretty hilarious. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm crazy but seatbelts are put in cars for a reason. He should know that. Anyway... I'm really sad because I didn't get any pictures with Risi, Ash, Ben and Gavin. I'm kind of a loser that way... So here are some other random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;This is a randome one of Cherisse. She is watching StarGate and it is INTENSE!!! I feel it too Cherisse... I feel it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry1GYo2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_BTmvNdoIRA/s1600-h/Picture+746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry1GYo2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_BTmvNdoIRA/s320/Picture+746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985650265465698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is me and Risi watching Power Rangers. I don't know why we were watching it. You would have to ask Cherisse that...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcKiDChI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S1XR0T9lTxk/s1600-h/Picture+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcKiDChI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S1XR0T9lTxk/s320/Picture+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984161370016274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture I took of Livi when she was tiny. I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry1ZAPpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/037Tt-kQFo8/s1600-h/Picture+745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry1ZAPpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/037Tt-kQFo8/s320/Picture+745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985650343558802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I let my roommate rat my hair, she did a pretty good job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8SGfCkn9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/P6i507IsBno/s1600-h/Picture+820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8SGfCkn9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/P6i507IsBno/s320/Picture+820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985987941277650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new Kick-Butt roommie Emily. We like her. For the most part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry91kEkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TZwQZ9N4Mj8/s1600-h/Picture+815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry91kEkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TZwQZ9N4Mj8/s320/Picture+815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985652610830914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are roommies from semester's past....&lt;br /&gt;Here is Margret, we call her Margie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry4eMQgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e0Dq25QaAhs/s1600-h/Picture+481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry4eMQgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e0Dq25QaAhs/s320/Picture+481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985651170624002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm proud of this picture. Abigail and I were studying O Chem and I was secretly taking pictures of her with my webcam. Haha, guess who failed the test and who didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8RyuH1bZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7qbRnGQZL9o/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8RyuH1bZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7qbRnGQZL9o/s320/Picture+369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985648392498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one we call Channel.... Haha, she eats baby food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcZjaF3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rJIVzE3kWAg/s1600-h/Picture+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcZjaF3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rJIVzE3kWAg/s320/Picture+301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984165402253170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one is Liz. In case you didn't know, Liz is the sister of Ben who is married to my sister Ashlee. They now have a baby named Gavin. Who came to visit me this weekend! Did you follow all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcZgBydI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v6mIPb7QRcY/s1600-h/Picture+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcZgBydI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v6mIPb7QRcY/s320/Picture+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984165388077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Allison. Aka Ali. She's a little less favorite... haha JUST KIDDING! We like her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcUciDdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hm_OmTazwJw/s1600-h/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcUciDdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hm_OmTazwJw/s320/Picture+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984164031237586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Abigail's and my second semester together. She looks so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcBiGoqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t91JUroflIw/s1600-h/Picture+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8QcBiGoqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t91JUroflIw/s320/Picture+311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984158954332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, well those were good times. I should probably write that 10 page research paper on Human Genetic Engineering that's due tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-4209217393490560988?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4209217393490560988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-called-about-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4209217393490560988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4209217393490560988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-called-about-something.html' title='someone called... about something....'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/Sb8Ry1GYo2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_BTmvNdoIRA/s72-c/Picture+746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-4441735003723716624</id><published>2009-03-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:23:47.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I refuse to let common sense cloud my judgement</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely supposed to be doing a Genetics take home test right now and finding it incredibly hard to do so... So I'm doing this instead. Here are some pictures of me trying to complete said test.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets look at this puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4hVzCo_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ViOlUPapVEI/s1600-h/Picture+811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4hVzCo_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ViOlUPapVEI/s320/Picture+811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650531038012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, these first few questions are kind of hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4g9o9oSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NW3ZyjaRRkY/s1600-h/Picture+812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4g9o9oSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NW3ZyjaRRkY/s320/Picture+812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650524553290018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all kind of hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4N6DP68I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e9N2aIktnbA/s1600-h/Picture+813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4N6DP68I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e9N2aIktnbA/s320/Picture+813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650197172284354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows this kind of crap?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4NfG93MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0px6mzwAuCg/s1600-h/Picture+806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4NfG93MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0px6mzwAuCg/s320/Picture+806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650189940120770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to answer this question!? Is my teacher clinically insane?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4NO096PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F234CXHhDOU/s1600-h/Picture+808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4NO096PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F234CXHhDOU/s320/Picture+808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650185569659122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is just wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4MjR9voI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UkJpD8oSwPE/s1600-h/Picture+809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4MjR9voI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UkJpD8oSwPE/s320/Picture+809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650173880123010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please, PLEASE put me out of my misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4MeLMtCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/smMALBMfGEo/s1600-h/Picture+810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4MeLMtCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/smMALBMfGEo/s320/Picture+810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310650172509565986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in addition to this painfully hard test I'm trying to complete, I'm in the middle of my life right now... and if by life you think I mean crisis, you'd be right. So I came to school thinking, "Sure, being a doctor would be sweet." Shortly there-after, I decided to go to PA school. (That's physician's assistant school for those of you who are scratching your head, all 4 of you who could possibly read this) So PA schools have a few things in common as to what they want for prerequisites. These are: Bachelor's degree from an acredited college, 3.0 gpa or higher (higher being preferred), a bunch of classes (including ochem, biochem, psychology, anat and phys, and microbiology), and 2000 PAID hours of medical experience. 2000 HOURS! I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure that it's incredibly hard to get a job right out of college with just a bachelor's in science in the medical field. So I joined the PA society at BYUI to explore what options I had to find a job because, you know, maybe they could help me with that. At our most recent meeting a man came in to talk to us about the Paramedicine degree which is tailored to people wanting to be a PA. It's amazing. By the first semester you are certified to be an EMT and actually do ride-alongs and get paid and it works towards your hours. They also find you an internship at the end of the program! Crazy right? But then you have a job as soon as you graduate. It's amazing. But here's the thing. I'm almost done with my biology degree and have not finished some of my generals and there are a few prerequisites to the EMT program that I would have to take. I would have to get all these classes done this coming semester to enter into the EMT program in fall 2009. It's 6 classes I have to take and I'm not even on track next semester. I will also have to petition the school to let me stay in because I have a ton of credits already. So now I have to make a decision. Finish my Bio degree (which I would be done with in the same amount of time if I changed to EMT) or change my degree to paramedicine. And I have to decide all of this before tuesday. I learned all this thursday night. So, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, PS, here is a picture of how sweet my bangs are sometimes when I try and do my hair. You can't really tell in the picture but they are freaking sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM590o3X1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGaREyhAhTM/s1600-h/Picture+797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM590o3X1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGaREyhAhTM/s320/Picture+797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310652119864794962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'll sign off and try to finish this test. But seriously, I am looking for any and all suggestions for my future... I might even call a psychic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-4441735003723716624?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4441735003723716624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-refuse-to-let-common-sense-cloud-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4441735003723716624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4441735003723716624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-refuse-to-let-common-sense-cloud-my.html' title='I refuse to let common sense cloud my judgement'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SbM4hVzCo_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ViOlUPapVEI/s72-c/Picture+811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-6882406815126247487</id><published>2009-02-26T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:59:23.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Medication, Please!</title><content type='html'>ADD pills really are the best things ever invented. People who don't believe in ADD, well I wish you could spend just one, one annoyingly distracted hour in my brain... And then tell me it doesn't exist... Anyway... This is me trying incredibly hard to not do my homework and so far it's working so, yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SadIytfwn7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rMVqKCZlf5M/s1600-h/medicated+and+motivated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SadIytfwn7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rMVqKCZlf5M/s320/medicated+and+motivated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307290721922883506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-6882406815126247487?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6882406815126247487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-medication-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6882406815126247487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/6882406815126247487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-medication-please.html' title='More Medication, Please!'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SadIytfwn7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rMVqKCZlf5M/s72-c/medicated+and+motivated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-3057438381463499558</id><published>2009-02-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:44:55.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...? ...then yes, I'm happy</title><content type='html'>So school is kicking me in the butt with no end in sight. What really gets my goat? It's that I feel like I really understand what's going on in my classes and then I get the test back and the truth is I apparently don't in anyway shape or form understand what the devils going on and the people around me who don't know what's going on get better grades than me!!! Also, goat thieves get my goat... Also, I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog at all except Risi and Ashlee so I don't know why I do it... Alas, my cause is a lost one.... (That's for all you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slipper and the Rose&lt;/span&gt; lovers out there) Anyway, here are some pictures to make the post worth while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Abigail in Central Park in New York City. Oh Abigail why did you leave me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XNm9rSII/AAAAAAAAAEk/MbIhdNefQOg/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XNm9rSII/AAAAAAAAAEk/MbIhdNefQOg/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702933653997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Balsy McGee that I'm taking care of for Marie... Yeah, don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UovQBMYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KFne06fYp5k/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UovQBMYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KFne06fYp5k/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700101199999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you leave your door unlocked and your camera out... Cute Liz... This is from a couple of semesters ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UorGJEzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p6aj-N_DlcI/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UorGJEzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p6aj-N_DlcI/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700100084831026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me from this semester in Apt. 133. My hair dye is fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UobLaoFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SgY-EBWFxIg/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UobLaoFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SgY-EBWFxIg/s320/Picture+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700095811985490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this picture is in the Red Lion Hotel in Pocatello, ID where Susannah and I stayed the night after I totaled my car... I don't really know why I'm smiling. Right after I took this I had to talk to the insurance agent for like an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UoEegGMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8EisOInIgqQ/s1600-h/Crash+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4UoEegGMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8EisOInIgqQ/s320/Crash+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700089718020290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sign of the Red Lion Hotel where Susa and I stayed the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XOjc3IFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bocWlb9WHDE/s1600-h/DSCI0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XOjc3IFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bocWlb9WHDE/s320/DSCI0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702949890924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new (and by new I mean used) CR-V. It's pretty much the best car there is. Be jealous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4Unxes6nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uCmUwKWgTD4/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4Unxes6nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uCmUwKWgTD4/s320/Picture+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700084618586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Christmas when Mom had me take my life into my hands and climb up on the wall separating the family room and the dining room. The ledge I'm sitting on is pretty much only 2 ft. wide and around 10 feet up. Yeah, I only almost died a couple of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XOIGfzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uZMcPVnGOSc/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XOIGfzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uZMcPVnGOSc/s320/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702942549364306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Olivia asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XNA_ggpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7fE60V93a8E/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XNA_ggpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7fE60V93a8E/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702923461132946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Risi's head wound, I mean hair color wash-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XO9akHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HDcVobg_oaY/s1600-h/Hair+dye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XO9akHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HDcVobg_oaY/s320/Hair+dye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702956860612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's petty much it for this post. I know you are incredibly disappointed that it's over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-3057438381463499558?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3057438381463499558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-by-happy-you-mean-trapped-with-no.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/3057438381463499558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/3057438381463499558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-by-happy-you-mean-trapped-with-no.html' title='If by &quot;happy&quot; you mean trapped with no means of escape...? ...then yes, I&apos;m happy'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SZ4XNm9rSII/AAAAAAAAAEk/MbIhdNefQOg/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-592269491500419833</id><published>2009-02-07T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:19:21.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the babies from Christmas and lets be honest, they are precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vuPR5UfI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Xru_BV7Byw/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vuPR5UfI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Xru_BV7Byw/s320/Picture+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300226282883731954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is freaking cute drewbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vtPSG_8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_cA6BBBz3UM/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vtPSG_8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_cA6BBBz3UM/s320/Picture+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300226265704759234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting all of the babies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWttvlsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s8HFP9Zg13c/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWttvlsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s8HFP9Zg13c/s320/Picture+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300225878736737986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, get her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWafPD4I/AAAAAAAAACs/pURt2z5pkIo/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWafPD4I/AAAAAAAAACs/pURt2z5pkIo/s320/Picture+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300225873575612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livi wanted to crawl off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWFbwCqI/AAAAAAAAACk/IgCXC9QHUk0/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vWFbwCqI/AAAAAAAAACk/IgCXC9QHUk0/s320/Picture+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300225867923851938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vVyHOreI/AAAAAAAAACc/z0fdT3TNR2o/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vVyHOreI/AAAAAAAAACc/z0fdT3TNR2o/s320/Picture+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300225862737505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pure love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vVx-IdzI/AAAAAAAAACU/pDBe7QtJmeg/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vVx-IdzI/AAAAAAAAACU/pDBe7QtJmeg/s320/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300225862699349810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Drewbie is just sitting cool as a cucumber...&lt;br /&gt;I love the babies! And there are two more on the way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ann and Ashlee better get on the ball!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-592269491500419833?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/592269491500419833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-are-some-pictures-of-babies-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/592269491500419833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/592269491500419833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-are-some-pictures-of-babies-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SY4vuPR5UfI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Xru_BV7Byw/s72-c/Picture+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-4168678224583508811</id><published>2009-02-06T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:51:22.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I don't really get how to post pictures and stuff on here because I'm not computer literate. I also cannot spell so BACK OFF!!! Apparently I'm very touchy about it... Anyway here are some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now a sad sign to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU8wvLUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j51j0pjsgik/s1600-h/Rexburg+108+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU8wvLUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j51j0pjsgik/s320/Rexburg+108+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299834422276599106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just a little happier because it means the car ride is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU7vCj6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/krUw0dfbgbs/s1600-h/Rexburg+109+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU7vCj6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/krUw0dfbgbs/s320/Rexburg+109+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299834422001045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is really great because I'm almost home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU_X1ApI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDSaYTp275M/s1600-h/Rexburg+111+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU_X1ApI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDSaYTp275M/s320/Rexburg+111+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299834422977430162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is depressing because Abigail is no longer my sidekick because she's on the mish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLUzYY1mI/AAAAAAAAABs/pV_qgS6bVxI/s1600-h/Rexburg+086+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLUzYY1mI/AAAAAAAAABs/pV_qgS6bVxI/s320/Rexburg+086+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299834419758552674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just funny. Liz wanted to see if she could fit on a pantry shelf. And it turns out she can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLVIaXaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/JBZ5XabIco8/s1600-h/Rexburg+129+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLVIaXaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/JBZ5XabIco8/s320/Rexburg+129+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299834425403992850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-4168678224583508811?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4168678224583508811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-so-i-dont-really-get-how-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4168678224583508811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/4168678224583508811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-so-i-dont-really-get-how-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzLU8wvLUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j51j0pjsgik/s72-c/Rexburg+108+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491880369869424949.post-660200197038585262</id><published>2009-02-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:57:32.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Talk To The Trees...</title><content type='html'>But they never listen to me.... But lets be honest, I'm really only talking to myself... Which I do... Sometimes.... By myself.... But I digress.... Wait, did I ever have a point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491880369869424949-660200197038585262?l=guffawingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/660200197038585262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-talk-to-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/660200197038585262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491880369869424949/posts/default/660200197038585262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guffawingaway.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-talk-to-trees.html' title='I Talk To The Trees...'/><author><name>Blissfully Unaware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449891295408871372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcxE2Be6kUM/SYzHjOL53sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G5584cCTnY0/S220/Rexburg+059+(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
