<?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-8372382326876237660</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:23:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Bell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-3525356068397896215</id><published>2011-08-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:31:24.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married</title><content type='html'>Well folks we made it and we're finally married! And because we are...we are jumping on the band wagon and have started a new blog! for all you follower out there (since i know there are soooo many of you) the link is Jaredandjulietate.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check us out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-3525356068397896215?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3525356068397896215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/08/married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3525356068397896215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3525356068397896215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/08/married.html' title='Married'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1883656016807892246</id><published>2011-04-13T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:31:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found an Apartment!</title><content type='html'>So everyone says that finding married housing here in Provo is Terrible. Maybe Jare and I got lucky...either that or we are very blessed...I'm thinking probably the later. On Monday night I randomly decided to look on KSL for an apartment. I really was not expecting to find anything right now and we weren't going to really start looking until after we got back from Arizona So i don't know what urged me to look that night. But I did. We found a post that said they were moving out on June 18th and needed someone to move in after that. When we saw it, we could not believe how perfect the timing was. That is exactly when Jared and I would need to start moving in all of our stuff before we got married. We didn't want to have to pay for extra months and so the timing was unbelievable. We texted the owner and asked if there was a good time we could stop by sometime this week. He immediately texted back asking if we could just come right now. So we picked up and left and went to go check it out. As soon as I walked into it I knew it was the right place for us. It's definitely small but you can't get any better than the location. It's called Harmony Square and is located in between Brick Oven and the Indoor Practice Facility on campus. I mean really....it is PERFECT. The whole complex was built in 2000 and the carpet and tile in our apartment was just put in a year ago. So everything looks really fresh and new. It was right within our price range, pretty much on campus, a 5-10 minute walk from my work, and just all around a cute and cozy place. I can't believe how blessed we were to not have to deal with all the stresses of finding a place. That's just one more thing we don't have to worry about! Now if we could just settle on the bridesmaids dresses then we could really start things moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-1883656016807892246?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1883656016807892246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-found-apartment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1883656016807892246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1883656016807892246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-found-apartment.html' title='We found an Apartment!'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5665411649708913883</id><published>2011-04-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:26:52.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCdYD-LjIa4/TZwHmrpT68I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E4Ocy7vV0u0/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCdYD-LjIa4/TZwHmrpT68I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E4Ocy7vV0u0/s320/145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592353198419733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been way too long since I've been on this thing and boy have things changed. Most of you should already know but I'm getting married! We got engaged on March 18th and I couldn't be happier. Well....here's the story...&lt;br /&gt;Jared and I had gone ring shopping a week and a half before so I was expecting the ring any time. He took me out to dinner on that Friday night to the most romantic place...5 guys :) Jared had a gift card and the way we do it around here is if it's free than why waste the money on something else? I was hoping he was going to ask me that night but after dinner I figured it was not happening. I just figured he would take me somewhere really nice but I liked it better this way because I wasn't expecting it anymore!...until.....on the drive home from dinner he asked me if I wanted dessert. Of course I said sure so he took me back to the apartments. He whipped out some things to make s'mores over the stove. (The first time we ever hung out together we made s'mores over the stove) As soon as he brought it all out, I knew the engagement was coming. After s'mores he turned on some music and asked me to dance with him. (The first date we every went on we went bachata dancing) By this time I really knew it was coming but at the same time I didn't want to get my hopes up. Jared was acting SUPER happy and all lovey dovey and I honestly thought he was going to be so nervous and awkward the night he proposed so I was a little thrown off. After we danced, we got back in the car to go to the duck pond on BYU campus. (The first week we hung out we went to the duck pond). Before we left, Jared had to run back to his apartment to get a blanket really quick. While he was gone, I opened up the middle console in his car to grab some gum. In the middle console there was a tie all bundled up in the corner....I thought that was a little strange and then didn't think anything of it (How stupid could I possibly be right??) We sat at the duck pond for a really long time talking and reminiscing about our relationship. (By this time I was getting a little anxious. I just wanted him to propose already!) He put me back in the car and decided to blind fold me.....with the tie that he had bundled up in the middle console. He's very tricky I've come to find. The ring box was all waddled up inside the tie and so that's when I get the ring into his pocket. He drove around for about 15 minutes trying to confuse me so I didn't know where we were. He succeeded...I didn't know where we were. I was just ready to have that ring on my finger but I played along with him anyway. Where we ended up was in the Tanner Building on Campus. This is where we talked for the first time in institute class. He had me sit in the exact chair I was sitting in when He first met me and he was sitting in the row behind me where He was sitting. How he remembers where I was sitting...I couldn't tell you. The sad thing about this whole situation was that I didn't make the connection of why we were there. I had totally forgot that was where we talked for the first time!....until he started his whole little speech. He eventually came around and got on one new and proposed. Of course I started crying and was just shocked because I wasn't expecting it to happen there. It was all so great! I'm just so happy that we're finally engaged and that we can talk about things that were so taboo before!&lt;br /&gt;July 2nd is the date and it the days couldn't go by any slower. It seems like every day just gets longer and longer but hopefully April will go by fast! There's lots to do and lots to plan so hopefully the big day will come soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5665411649708913883?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5665411649708913883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5665411649708913883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5665411649708913883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCdYD-LjIa4/TZwHmrpT68I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E4Ocy7vV0u0/s72-c/145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2547567327187242840</id><published>2011-01-08T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:44:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness I come from a place that doesn't snow. And I'm very lucky that I got home just in time to miss all the rain! Christmas Break this year was absolutely wonderful.  Last minute, I decided to go to Arizona to spend time with Jared's family. His mom was such a doll. Being a mother of 4 boys, she was definitely excited to have some more estrogen in the house! She made the room I was staying in as girlie as possible with a stuffed animal, flowers, and not to mention that Christmas barbie! haha. She was so fun to be with. Jared's Dad is so nice! He's very easy to talk to. One of my favorite moments was waking up Sunday morning before anyone else and making breakfast with his Dad. He's very wise and inspired. His brothers are all so fun and made me feel so comfortable. I was able to meet all of his friends that he talks so much about. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TSi9L60TcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z4vxrvV0AnE/s1600/IMG_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TSi9L60TcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z4vxrvV0AnE/s320/IMG_1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559901752453722210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TSi-JPadXxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VP4wVa8B6rM/s1600/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TSi-JPadXxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VP4wVa8B6rM/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559902805954486034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple days before Christmas I flew back to California to be with my family. Those few days were very low key filled with lots and lots of crafts! Jared came to join us a couple days after Christmas. It was so fun to have him in my home territory and show him where a grew up and all my childhood memories. We went up to Santa Barbara and visited my Dad's nursery and went to the zoo with Lori and my mom. We did two puzzles and went to the beach. The weather was incredible. And then as all things do, reality set in and we had to come back up to the wonderful snowy, cold Provo Utah. Jared would get paid double time to work new years eve and new years day. We spend new years eve dinner at the one and only  Los Hermanos. It was nice to regroup before classes started. All in all, it was such a fun break! And the best part about it is that Jared bought a car in Arizona but all the registration and paperwork needed to go through. So....we're going back to Arizona in two weeks to go pick up his car! We get to thaw out again from this horrible cold weather. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2547567327187242840?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2547567327187242840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2547567327187242840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2547567327187242840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TSi9L60TcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z4vxrvV0AnE/s72-c/IMG_1688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5539768917176476417</id><published>2010-12-02T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:56:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have been up here at BYU I have not been able to successfully make chocolate chip cookies. It's rather embarrassing I know. I used to be so good at them when I lived back home! Every time I make them, the cookies always go flat. I've tried everything!...more flour, less sugar, less butter...you name it...I've probably tried it. However because of the striking lad in the picture below....we solved the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPigN4XPtZI/AAAAAAAAADk/J1AzhgoKY3w/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPigN4XPtZI/AAAAAAAAADk/J1AzhgoKY3w/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546359101435393426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared came up with a really good idea to make cookies for some people in both of our wards to kick off our weekend! We're having a packed weekend with date night tomorrow to see the temple lights, babysitting sissy's kids on Saturday, and probably dinner with some friends on Sunday. Well, tonight we went back to our childhood years and made cookies for some people and ding dong ditched them to some people who we thought needed them. Me, being the same as I've always been, chickened out on it and so Jared had to ding dong ditch all of them. I stood there and watched from a distance for moral support. The fact of the matter is we made some pretty DANG GOOD cookies. And I think the problem that I was having before is I wasn't using a good enough cookie sheet. We used a couple different ones tonight and only one of them really worked well. It's either that or God was blessing us for doing service. Take your pick. We made over 60 cookies to give to people and I'm proud to say that all of them were a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPigB_ralxI/AAAAAAAAADc/1AHKcOc7NSw/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPigB_ralxI/AAAAAAAAADc/1AHKcOc7NSw/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546358897240610578" 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/8372382326876237660-5539768917176476417?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5539768917176476417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolate-chip-cookies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5539768917176476417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5539768917176476417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPigN4XPtZI/AAAAAAAAADk/J1AzhgoKY3w/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-3485324521379175071</id><published>2010-12-02T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:43:59.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey...</title><content type='html'>You may all think I'm going to be talking about my Thanksgiving holiday....too bad for you but you're wrong. I would just like to publicly announce that I got my first turkey in bowling a couple weeks ago. My first three frames of the game I got strikes. The best part about the whole experience was that it was date night with Jared....and guess who won? I did. Proof is in the pictures. My Bell side definitely came out that night and I definitely rubbed it in for as long as I possibly could...As a matter of fact...I'm still rubbing it in...hence the blog post. Read it and weep everybody...Jared is the top score and mine is the bottom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPidTwvUqjI/AAAAAAAAADM/PT2byb4VhFs/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPidTwvUqjI/AAAAAAAAADM/PT2byb4VhFs/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355903933229618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPievaqHyCI/AAAAAAAAADU/xWBqO4lkqAI/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPievaqHyCI/AAAAAAAAADU/xWBqO4lkqAI/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546357478553798690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do have to admit that Jared was a good sport about it...He was mostly just impressed with me. I don't win too many games against Jared (especially in the dot game) so I had to milk this one for all it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-3485324521379175071?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3485324521379175071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/12/turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3485324521379175071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3485324521379175071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/12/turkey.html' title='Turkey...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TPidTwvUqjI/AAAAAAAAADM/PT2byb4VhFs/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1403816382271684695</id><published>2010-10-14T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:29:45.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever thought...</title><content type='html'>Who ever thought that boys would be so excited for a simple coax cable. My FHE brothers have a super nice tv but no cable cord to go with it...poor things have been deprived of sports center. So my roommate, Justyna, and I decided to take a little scooter ride over to DI and invest in a cable cord since they were so lazy to get it themselves. It was only a dollar. So we decided to make this a big deal. We went to the dumpster to get TONS of newspapers...we got a big box from my work and buried this tiny coax cable at the bottom of the box and literally STUFFED it full of newspaper....We wrapped it beautifully in babyshower wrapping paper...made cute rose flowers out of tissue paper and a huge oragmi crane out of tissue paper. It was AWESOME. we delivered it to the boys and watched them open it. See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd0f263569a4a1d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd0f263569a4a1d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899257%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80085120136BEA484EFB805563F025700D39545.2C75E0D1B0CCDC8094E28B7E8E2F696E0D02C947%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd0f263569a4a1d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO7RVyqJ00tg1mevu7lh11sNoUX8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd0f263569a4a1d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899257%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80085120136BEA484EFB805563F025700D39545.2C75E0D1B0CCDC8094E28B7E8E2F696E0D02C947%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd0f263569a4a1d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO7RVyqJ00tg1mevu7lh11sNoUX8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gotta love college....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-1403816382271684695?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1403816382271684695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-ever-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1403816382271684695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1403816382271684695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-ever-thought.html' title='Who ever thought...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5881341879433343684</id><published>2010-10-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:05:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>K so now I'm really serious this time when I say that my headbands are really up and running! I have my business cards...I have my new blog..and drum roll please....my etsy account is officially up and running! And for the first announcement...My headbands had only been up for 4 hours and they already had 20 views! Now we'll see if we have any buyers! So for all of you people that are dying to get your friends involved in this since I know you are :)...the blog for miss bella boutique is...&lt;br /&gt;missbellaboutique.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;My etsy account is missbellaboutique.etsy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go check it out and tell all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;My little sister, Lori, has already helped me out on this. She took a bunch of business cards home with her...wore her headband one day...and passed out three business cards. This is exciting everybody! I'm finally in business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5881341879433343684?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5881341879433343684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5881341879433343684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5881341879433343684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2363613968672732004</id><published>2010-09-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:28:40.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grungy...</title><content type='html'>So for the past few weeks I have been in absolutely NO mood to get ready in the morning. The majority of the time I'm wearing jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt 3 times a week. The other days I'm wearing sweats to school. Most days I'm only wearing mascara...and lets face it...some days I just don't wear any make up. Some days I don't feel like showering....so I don't. How disgusting am I? For the love people....I'm single...at BYU...you would think I would want to be like all the other girls in their dresses and high heels lookin hot for the boys...NOPE...not me. I'm totally content with being grungy. I don't know how I will ever get someone to love me with this look but hey...he's gotta love me regardless. I just have no desire to really get ready. However, this morning I woke up at 8:30 so that I could get ready. I had class at 10 so that gave me approximately an hour to get ready...plenty of time right? This is how my morning went...woke up...took a shower (even shaved my legs)...started blow drying my hair...half way through got bored and decided to do my make up...sat down in front of the mirror....got my make up bag out....decided I was hungry so I got breakfast...went back to the mirror to do my make up while eating breakfast...ended up just eating my breakfast and then staring at myself for a few seconds in the mirror...decided I didn't want to wear jeans so I changed back into my sweats....then decided that I really didn't want to do my make up...got my back pack and walked out the door to go to class. On the way up to class I started thinking about my successful morning. I honestly don't know what I did this morning because I looked like total TRASH walking to class this morning...and the best part about it is that I really don't care. I know I should...and with my luck the apostles are going to have a talk this weekend in conference about looking our best. But until that day comes....GRUNGY I will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2363613968672732004?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2363613968672732004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/09/grungy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2363613968672732004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2363613968672732004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/09/grungy.html' title='Grungy...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-6615982533258139071</id><published>2010-08-23T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:45:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call....</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I was able to go down to Beaver and stay at my bishops cabin with a bunch of kids from my ward. It was a blast to say the least. He was kind enough to feed us delicious food, show us around the ski resorts and let us ride his four wheelers....oh the four wheelers...what an experience. So my Bishop took a few of us out on a tour of the mountain on the four wheeler. I was spoiled enough to be able to ride by myself on the best four wheeler he had...what can I say...my bishop loves me :) I was on a scrambler which is ones that they take on the sand dunes...so they go real fast and slide A LOT...it's super easy to fish tail....Let's just say that on Saturday I was in my element....until I almost died and almost killed my friend....I know...a tad bit scary. So let's talk about my near death experience but totally awesome all at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;To start off, my bishop was leading the pack...there were 4 four wheelers. There was a couple that had never ridden them before and a couple that had. Because I had driven them before, my bishop wanted me to follow him and then the couple who never rode to follow me so they could follow my tracks and then another couple to trail behind them to make sure nothing happened. Nothing against them at all...but I couldn't be too daring since they had to follow my tracks....I had to take it easy. Eventually I told my bishop that I couldn't handle how slow they were going and the fact that I couldn't do anything...he let me go in the back so I could play around a little bit :).....BAD IDEA. Once I got in the back of the pack I felt like I was free....the wind blowing...dirt in my teeth and up my nose (you know how it goes)....sooo I decided to go off a jump....first one was a success....then there was another one right after...I gunned it and sure enough landed on my front two wheels...slammed my body into the handle bars and just about flipped my four wheeler. I started cracking up knowing that I almost got destroyed by hundreds of pounds of metal...ALMOST is the key word here. Well, knowing me...this didn't stop me from continuing with what I was doing.  I saw another jump about an hour later and decided it was time again....went off the jump...put on the breaks way too soon...started to slide on one side...started to feel the four wheeler roll...decided to jerk the handles the opposite way...totally fish tailed out of it. You can just see it. It was so awesome. But I decided to stop and see if my friend behind me had seen what happened. I didn't realize I was so close to the base of the jump. I turned around, had seen my friend land (REALLY CLOSE TO ME)...she had to break really hard and jerk the handle bars to the right to avoid hitting me...All I saw was a big cloud of dust...my friend and her boyfriend launched about 5 feet with the four wheeler rolling towards them... My friend stood up and started laughing because she was so scared...meanwhile I still saw the four wheeler rolling towards her...I screamed out to her  "Nikki...MOVE!" Her boyfriend jumped up shoved her out of the way and literally grabbed the four wheeler and jerked it back on all 4 wheels. Let's just say the four wheeler was on it's two side wheels literally just about to roll over one of my best friends....Talk about SCARY. Luckily they both just got some scratches and bruises...it could have been a lot worse than it was. And luckily our bishop didn't see (we're planning on telling him next week at church) Moral of the story?....I've decided I'm a boy at heart and I should probably not be overly daring on a piece of equipment that weighs about 5 times as much as I do. It was still SO much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-6615982533258139071?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6615982533258139071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6615982533258139071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6615982533258139071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-call.html' title='Close call....'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2521198563402688283</id><published>2010-08-16T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:53:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sale!</title><content type='html'>Well everyone...it's official...I am in business! I made my first sale for my headbands! Of course it was just my roommate that bought one...but it was still a sale nonetheless! It got me really excited about it! Something even more exciting is that I think I came up with a name unless any of you can think of something better...I'm definitely up for suggestions. But I wanted the name to be pretty girly obviously and I wanted to keep some sense of my name in there. Drum roll please.....Bella Boutique. What do ya think? I've always loved the name Bella...(no not because of Twilight...I liked it before that even came out). So that's what I've come up with so far. If you have any other suggestions please let me know! Something else that is exciting is I'm expanding my little business and I'm making belts! Now you may think that's a little crazy or may look tacky but I came up with the idea this past weekend. This is how it all happened. I was sitting at my kitchen table, crocheting another headband and talking to my roommate. I had just finished the headband and then accidentally dropped it in my lap. It landed perfectly around my waste and not to boast or anything...but it looked pretty darn cute. :) I'm definitely looking forward to this photo shoot with Tamara soon! I'm on my way to being a little entrepreneur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2521198563402688283?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2521198563402688283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-sale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2521198563402688283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2521198563402688283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-sale.html' title='First Sale!'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1540924621761739621</id><published>2010-08-07T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:45:08.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>Lindsey was kind enough to let me babysit her kids for a few hours a couple days ago and it was SO FUN! It's always interesting as college student trying to figure out what you are going to do to make things fun for the kids. Well I needed to make some brownies to take to a friend, so I figured it would be a good activity for Brooklyn to do. And boy, did she love it. After we made brownies, we went and played in my "sand box" (volleyball court). Because I don't have any sand toys we had to make do with tuberware and measuring cups! haha Brooklyn didn't know the difference and loved it! Easton enjoyed eating the sand just as much as Brooklyn loved playing in it. I had to make a card to put with the brownies so I told Brooklyn that we were going to color :)...See the way I get my errands done :)...All you need to use is reverse pyschology. Brooklyn insisted on drawing my friend a picture as well. Overall, it was so much fun to spend time with them! I'm excited to babysit Bre's kids on Monday and Brad and Tam's on Wednesday! Thanks again Lindsey! You're kids are so dang cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF21WjD5XzI/AAAAAAAAACk/1YyDNtNhLWs/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF21WjD5XzI/AAAAAAAAACk/1YyDNtNhLWs/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502753718689947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF23eOH6zyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bm4nrYQvLIQ/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF23eOH6zyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bm4nrYQvLIQ/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502756049531883298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF226fMQXHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bzYFiQWmbrg/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF226fMQXHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bzYFiQWmbrg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502755435638185074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF21wFi-v8I/AAAAAAAAACs/qUCM3FaHqlk/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF21wFi-v8I/AAAAAAAAACs/qUCM3FaHqlk/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502754157443858370" 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/8372382326876237660-1540924621761739621?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1540924621761739621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/babysitting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1540924621761739621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1540924621761739621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/TF21WjD5XzI/AAAAAAAAACk/1YyDNtNhLWs/s72-c/IMG_2075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-4336293345202539122</id><published>2010-08-04T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:56:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look on the Bright Side...</title><content type='html'>Last Monday I got word from my boss that everyone's hours are getting cut to 20 hours a week rather than working a full 40 hours. At first I was really upset about it. I was expecting to make a lot more money the last month of the Summer. Now I only work Monday-Thursday from 7:00-12:00 in the morning. No one likes to hear that they won't be making the money that they were planning on...and as a college student, lots of us live paycheck to paycheck. With school coming up and all the expenses that brings it's definitely a trial of faith. Luckily, I've planned ahead and saved a lot when I was in high school so I'm not taking a huge hit from this like other people are. It still doesn't change the fact that I was hoping to reach a certain goal money wise in my bank account and I won't achieve that since my hours are cut. However, as I started to think about this more, I realized what a blessing in disguise this really was! I have so much more time on my hands! I have been wanting to do so much stuff but just never had time to get it all done! These are all the things I've been doing now!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I go to the gym every single day because I'm not as tired at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;*I get more vitamin D now than I ever have! (Lots more pool time)&lt;br /&gt;*I've slacked off so much on practicing the piano but now I have time to rebuild that skill&lt;br /&gt;*I can actually do my laundry now&lt;br /&gt;*Last but definitely not least...I'm being so crafty! I've been making tons of headbands and will hopefully be doing a photo shoot with my sister in law Tamara to launch this little business of mine. (pictures will come soon) For all I know, it could fail miserably but how will I ever know if I don't try right?! So everyone support me! We hopefully will be doing this with in the next couple weeks so spread the word and advertise for me :) Also, if you hear of little boutiques or things that I could bring my stuff to please let me know! If worse comes to worse, and I sell absolutely nothing, I've just developed a new talent and can make lots of cute stuff for my girls when I have kids...and as for now I can be making it for my cute little nieces. Let's just hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful! We have trials in our lives but if we look at the positive side of things it makes life so much easier and we really can find joy in the journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-4336293345202539122?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4336293345202539122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-on-bright-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4336293345202539122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4336293345202539122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-on-bright-side.html' title='Look on the Bright Side...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5157203305599580763</id><published>2010-07-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:32:19.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>So you would think since I have to wake up at 6:00 in the morning every day to go to work that I would have enough common sense to go to bed at a decent hour of the night. Think again. I just figure I only have so many years to live it up at college so why waste my time sleeping?! The past few nights I've gotten less than 5 hours of sleep every night. I just forgot what it's like to party with friends every night! It's awesome! The only people that will read this is probably my family so this is all dedicated to you. Yes..I am very aware that I am the next one in line to get married. And considering my dating history I'm sure you're all guessing that I will start dating someone next weekend. Well you guys are right! I'm dating someone again! JUST KIDDING! I'm taking a new approach on life. And you will all probably laugh and think it won't happen but I'm very much determined to make it happen. My plan is to stay single and date around. (I know...keep laughing. How many times have you heard that one come out of my mouth and I never follow through) However, I really think I can do it. I'm taking this one up with the Big Man. AND I've been studying my scriptures a lot differently recently which I think will really help. But I can honestly say that I am praying to be single! Who prays to be single at BYU? It's a crazy idea isn't it?! But I'm really excited about it! Because I feel with the approach that I'm taking, I won't settle for someone. Obviously if Heavenly Father tells me that someone is worth it then i will go for it. But I'm really excited to make a lot of friends. I'm really looking forward to the fall and getting back into school but we all know what I'm really excited for...FOOTBALL SEASON! Ahh I just can't wait. I'm still the same old Julie but I feel like I'm really learning a lot about myself especially with the different way I've been reading my scriptures and I'm excited to see what the future holds. I can tell a difference in the way I've been feeling about myself and life in general. Love you all! Thanks for all your help and supporting me in this single and fun time in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5157203305599580763?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5157203305599580763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5157203305599580763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5157203305599580763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-4638301708407157606</id><published>2010-04-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:09:11.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out! Summer Time!..It's our Vacation...</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely in love with the fact that School is out for 4 months. Finals went well for the most part...especially my Family Finance exam. Let's just say that Heavenly Father was on my side the night I took that exam. I went into the exam..sat down...looked at the 25 question test and literally knew NOTHING!...I knew a total of MAYBE two questions. I'm not kidding when I say that I guessed on 95% of it and was literally making cool designs on my bubble sheet. I walked out...handed the lady my test...stopped to look at the computer screen...awaiting my less than 50% grade. And what did I see?..." 7-2119: 80%" REALLY? I seriously guessed on all of them. Heavenly Father was seriously on my side. I have no clue how I possibly got an 80%. I stood there in front of the computer screen for a good minute...walked out and then walked back in because I didn't believe what I saw. Sure enough...I got an 80% on my finance final and realized God was very very gracious to me. And as for now...."I'm goin goin...back back to Cali Cali...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-4638301708407157606?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4638301708407157606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/04/schools-out-summer-timeits-our-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4638301708407157606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4638301708407157606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/04/schools-out-summer-timeits-our-vacation.html' title='School&apos;s Out! Summer Time!..It&apos;s our Vacation...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2575709337180697188</id><published>2010-03-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:27:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokey Kitchen</title><content type='html'>With out fail, every time anyone in my apartment cooks chicken the entire apartment reeks and gets super smokey. There's nothing we can do about it either. We open the windows and the door just to prep for this occasion. It still doesn't help. The worst part about the whole experience is that you reek like chicken afterwards...your hair, your clothes...EVERYTHING. And lets be honest...smelling like burnt chicken is not the most appealing smell to have. I always have to pretty much do the duck and cover tactic...hoping that it will help...it usually doesn't but it's worth a shot. I usually put a huge sweatshirt on over my clothes and then put the hood on so that my hair doesn't completely smell bad....it looks a little something like this....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/S55fgDxxIeI/AAAAAAAAACc/qnlkteu_YaE/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/S55fgDxxIeI/AAAAAAAAACc/qnlkteu_YaE/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448897603539378658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just look so un-put together hahaha. Hey desperate times calls for desperate measures....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2575709337180697188?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2575709337180697188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/03/smokey-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2575709337180697188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2575709337180697188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/03/smokey-kitchen.html' title='Smokey Kitchen'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/S55fgDxxIeI/AAAAAAAAACc/qnlkteu_YaE/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-6127680951126431566</id><published>2010-02-19T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:05:52.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy Diapers</title><content type='html'>So I volunteered to watch Brooklyn and Easton today and let me tell you...what an adventure. Brooklyn is spending the night at my place. Lindsey came and picked Easton up a little bit earlier. Let me just start by saying those kids have the WORST poop in the world. It seriously reeks like nobody's business...sorry Linds if this is embarrassing you. I love these kids to death but when I volunteered for this job, I forgot about the fact that kids poop. I was seriously gagging when I had to change Easton's blow out and then once again was gaggin uncontrolably when Brooklyn walked out of my bedroom from sleeping and said "I'm poopy" Oh my heavens...was she ever. I gagged the entire time and Brooklyn laughed uncontrolably. It seriously was aweful. I'm never having children I've decided. Other than that part of the day....it was seriously so fun to have them. Brooklyn was shy for about 3 or 4 hours. Eventually she warmed up to all my roommates at approximately bedtime...figures as much. It's been so fun to have her here. She was super easy to put to sleep and everyone just loves her. She's welcome to come here any time she wants...keep that in mind Linds :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-6127680951126431566?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6127680951126431566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/02/poopy-diapers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6127680951126431566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6127680951126431566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/02/poopy-diapers.html' title='Poopy Diapers'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1358118985985176458</id><published>2010-01-31T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:56:07.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Juice</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided to go up to the library to study...look at me being all studious. Well I wanted to bring up some apple juice to thirst my quench on my long treacherous hike up to campus so I just brought my whole bottle. As you know, the basketball game was yesterday. I get up to campus and still drinking my juice out of the jug. I was getting really awkward stares and weird looks. It then hit me that apple juice looks a lot like beer. The thought crossed my mind..."what if people think i'm hiding my beer in my apple juice bottle so that I can get drunk before the big game."...and then i continued to drink away. Oh the joys of BYU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-1358118985985176458?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1358118985985176458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple-juice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1358118985985176458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1358118985985176458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple-juice.html' title='Apple Juice'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-7458792366899384711</id><published>2010-01-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:20:01.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you how awful the ice is. I'm sure we all know how awful the ice is but let me expound... the ice is AWFUL. I really don't mind the fresh powder...it's fun to throw around and have snow ball fights with which I did do the other night with people in my ward. So fun by the way!...Anyway...the ice. I hate how there's different types of ice. I hate how sometimes there is a very thin layer of powder on the ice so you think you are safe walking through it and then you are horribly mistaken when your butt is on the ground. I hate how sometimes it really is powder and then randomly you get the stupid ice patches that make you slip. I hate that no matter what shoes you where...you are still destined to fall on the ice. Now I'm only complaining about the ice because this past friday I was walking to class...(I was early by the way) and I decided to take a little short cut. Note to self...never take a short cut when there's snow on the ground. I was up by Helaman Halls and I was cutting through the grass which had a couple ice patches. I thought I was good. I first walking on frozen grass which wasn't bad and then I had to cross the miserable ice patch. As soon as I laid foot on that thing I slipped and fell. I was holding a box so I couldn't catch myself. I literally landed straight on my rear. Needless to say....I have a huge bruise on my behind...don't worry...I checked. And it hurts....BAD. Curse you Ice and the huge bruise you gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-7458792366899384711?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7458792366899384711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/7458792366899384711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/7458792366899384711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice.html' title='ICE'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-6924106464423879854</id><published>2010-01-19T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:14:53.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to the boy...</title><content type='html'>Note to the boy in the library that walked past me literally 5 times...I can see you. I just pretend like I can't. Seriously....if you want a girl to notice you please don't walk past 5 million times and try to make eye contact. It makes me sick. And don't pretend like you actually have something to walk around about. I can maybe understand once or twice to go get a drink of water if your parched...but really...5 times?...I don't think your THAT thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to the boy who was sitting across from me earlier...Quit rasing your eyebrows at me. I don't even know you and you're really starting to freak me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to the boy who is now sitting across from me....Please notice my existence. You are a freakin  babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-6924106464423879854?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6924106464423879854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6924106464423879854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6924106464423879854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-boy.html' title='Note to the boy...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1171327974550064072</id><published>2010-01-19T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:11:25.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>Oh how much I love the library for a number of reasons....I won't go into detail about all of them but I will on one of them...Couples. Oh sweet couples. How you graciously present yourself in the library by macking all up on each other. Last time I checked...this was a library...not a room. So let me give you a tip...get a room. It makes me sick seeing you nuzzle up into his ear and whisper sweet nothings to him...(just like that couple in my sunday school class the other week) I find it highly disrespectful. I come to the library to get away from the distractions of the world (you). Do me a favor and get out. Thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-1171327974550064072?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1171327974550064072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/library.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1171327974550064072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1171327974550064072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5431398140362519669</id><published>2010-01-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:22:07.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking lately about a bunch of random things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why does trident gum taste so bad. You chew it for maybe 5 minutes and then it goes bad and leaves you with a horrible after-taste....never again will I buy an 18 pack of trident from costco (maybe there is a reason why it was on sale)&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is my second toe longer than my big toe?...it really is a sick deformity.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why am I crazy enough to wake up and go to the gym at 5:45 every morning...I'm a college student...we weren't made to do these things.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is stats so unbelievably hard?...My mistake for taking it at 9 in the morning...it's death.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did I laugh so dang hard when I read my sister's blog about my dad saying..."it's time for another orca feeding!"...probably because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;6. Why are there so many beautiful men that just moved into my ward this semester?....my eyes have been opened to the single life.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why do I still where my ugly ugg boots that have holes in both heels in the middle of the winter....water seeps through almost every day. You think I would learn.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why can I never manage to keep my room clean...sorry Bek.&lt;br /&gt;9. Why do I have a nasty blood blister in my mouth....no i was not busy kissing boys. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;10. Why does are dang TV only get 3 freakin channels. I need my Bachelor and Office!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5431398140362519669?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5431398140362519669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/deep-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5431398140362519669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5431398140362519669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-3854971572195950181</id><published>2010-01-05T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:13:31.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT!</title><content type='html'>.....Beautiful Boy sat next to me in the library today. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-3854971572195950181?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3854971572195950181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/announcement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3854971572195950181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3854971572195950181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2010/01/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT!'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5701138400045830967</id><published>2009-12-28T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:23:57.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Crafty</title><content type='html'>So lately I've had this desire to be really crafty...so far i think it's going pretty good. I think my sisters can atest for me that it's going pretty good. I've started to make these pretty cute headbands and i've crocheted headbands as well. I'm having so much fun with it! And I came up with the crazy idea that I'm going to try and sell them on the side and see how do. So i need some ideas on how to make this work. I've thought about selling them at little boutique things but do they do that? I know my sister in law does a little boutique thing every year where a bunch of people sell stuff. Does anyone know about these types of things and if so, please inform me! There's also etsy.com which I'm seriously considering just for kicks. Who knows...it might not even work out and people might think they're really ugly and i might get stuck with a whole lot of headbands. But as for right now all my sisters want one so I'm going to make them all one so they can model them for me and spread the word. I'm going to make adult ones and then also child size. I'm not even sure how much I would sell them for...I still need to work those things out, i'm just trying to get the word out. Details and pictures will come! Let me know if you are interested. spread the word and let me know if you have any ideas of ways I could sell these things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5701138400045830967?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5701138400045830967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-crafty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5701138400045830967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5701138400045830967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-crafty.html' title='Being Crafty'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5594210636074848111</id><published>2009-12-18T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:31:53.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of Fish in the Sea??</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking...we always hear the phrase, "there are plenty of fish in the sea." And Every time I go through a break up, it feels like that is the re-occurring phrase that comes out of my mothers mouth. I do very much agree with you, mom. There really are millions and billions of fish in the sea, but the other day I had to sit and just laugh for a second as I thought about this precious phrase. So yes...there are plenty of fish in the sea...HOWEVER, you have to rule out a few of them if you think realistically. You can't have every fish, let alone even want every fish...what about the weird fish?....the hot-headed fish?...the shy fish?...the whore fish who swims around with all the other whore fish...and don't even get me started on the ugly fish? The ugly fish in itself cut out about half the school of fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after calculating all the different varieties of fish that I just don't care for, that leaves me with maybe 5% of the fish in the sea that could be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope none of you take offense to this, but I think we all know I'm right on this one. You will certainly not be attracted to every fish in the sea...I understand that. There's some fish that just aren't your type and that you just don't click with. And yes, believe me, I know that I am still VERY young and I am loving every minute of being single. But eventually I do want to get married...So for you 5% of fish that are out there that COULD be a possibility...I'm holding out for you...I have just yet to find you. For the time being, I'm living up the single life and waiting for that gorgeous fish in my ward who I am VERY much attracted to, to decide that I really am lots of fun to swim with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5594210636074848111?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5594210636074848111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/plenty-of-fish-in-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5594210636074848111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5594210636074848111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/plenty-of-fish-in-sea.html' title='Plenty of Fish in the Sea??'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-3277256411362485280</id><published>2009-12-14T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:58:20.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Blow...</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't see the need for finals. I don't understand them. They blow and they blow hard! I swear the only point for finals is to make you think your really smart and then after you walk out of the testing center, you're brought back down to the zero level and feel as big as an ant because you weren't as big of a hot shot as you thought you were. I have had ZERO desire to study for finals this semester. I've been to the library several times in the past few days for hours at a time and i still feel like i get NOTHING accomplished....it could possibly be because I always see this beautiful boy everytime I go in there (but that's besides the point)...Take today for instance...I was in the library for 4 hours and still got nothing done and Beautiful boy wasn't even there!...I know...it was probably because I was hoping and waiting for beautiful boy to enter... but yet, he was a no show. I walked out thoroughly disappointed. Disappointed in myself for not focusing more on my studies and disappointed that I didn't get to look at beautiful boy for 4 hours straight...So tragic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Please Beautiful Boy...All I'm asking is for you to be in the library tomorrow so you can give me a little encouragement to study...and if not...just show up so that I can have a little piece of eye candy for the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-3277256411362485280?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3277256411362485280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-blow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3277256411362485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/3277256411362485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-blow.html' title='Finals Blow...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-1282960149264657784</id><published>2009-12-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:49:24.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritz Crackers</title><content type='html'>K seriously...why are Ritz Crackers so dang good. So I was sitting up on campus in the MARB waiting for my awful nutrition class to start. I was sitting on the ground up against the wall trying to get warm from just being outside in the freezing cold, when I realized I was really hungry. My thoughts immediately turned to the sleeve of ritz crackers that I brought for a snack today. I brought them expecting to eat just a few to tie me over till I could actually feast upon a nutritious meal. So I pull them out of my backpack, carefully open the package making sure I don't crush any of them. I started by just taking one out...shoved the whole thing in my mouth and decided...hey these taste pretty darn good right now. So i went for another one. Before I knew it...I was half way through the sleeve...and I didn't even care...I just kept on chowing down. So I'm sitting there facing the stairs watching everyone walk up them. I see at the bottom of the stairs this guy starting to run up the stairs...taking them 2 at a time. The moment he started running up, I knew he was going to biff it. And as I thought this...I made sure my ritz were still in hand...I just wanted some food to enjoy the show right? And sure enough...I was right...I had just put a cracker in my mouth when the guy started slowing down at the top and didn't quite make it all the way up to that second step. He completely fell on the stairs...banged his knee on the stair. He stands up and said, "Wow...now that's embarrassing." I laughed in my head...that type of evil laugh when it would just be too rude to let it out so you are forced to keep it in. And thought to myself, "Called it!" After he walked away, (limping I might add) another girl looked at me and started busting up laughing. I decided it was appropriate for me to laugh...with a cracker in mouth. Now that I think of it...it was definitely not lady like to open my mouth with food in there...definitely not a pretty sight to see mashed up food sitting on your tongue. And before I knew it...I was down to my last cracker. How could I possibly eat a whole sleeve of ritz in a matter of minutes! I guess I just had too much fun enjoying the show....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-1282960149264657784?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1282960149264657784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/ritz-crackers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1282960149264657784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/1282960149264657784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/12/ritz-crackers.html' title='Ritz Crackers'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-7879381321689117869</id><published>2009-11-23T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:02:27.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs AIR FORCE</title><content type='html'>Our cougars pulled through with another victory on Saturday. BUT the best part of the whole game was that Craig and I were on TV i'm pretty sure. They captured this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SwuDRyg4peI/AAAAAAAAACU/wF03VxTDGsA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SwuDRyg4peI/AAAAAAAAACU/wF03VxTDGsA/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407560119229130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig sat on my lap to keep me warm. It was absolutely freezing. The next thing I know there is a camara in my face. So we smiled and waved as Craig said, "Oh Crap". Good thing I wasn't picking my nose or something...now THAT would've been embarrassing. We can't help that we're just ridiculously good-looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-7879381321689117869?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7879381321689117869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/byu-vs-air-force.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/7879381321689117869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/7879381321689117869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/byu-vs-air-force.html' title='BYU vs AIR FORCE'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SwuDRyg4peI/AAAAAAAAACU/wF03VxTDGsA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-4181415266238538815</id><published>2009-11-17T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:39:03.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit by a car</title><content type='html'>Nope....I wasn't the one that got hit. My roommate got hit by a car tonight. Very scary! Some idiot chick driver was going about 30mph and hit my roommate, Lindsay as she was crossing the crosswalk. The EMT came and took her to the ER. You gotta love my roommate though...when the EMT got to the site of the accident Lindsay told the EMT to call my other roommate Bekah and tell her that she wasn't going to be able to make it to FHE (Lindsay is our FHE mom) Bekah about busted up laughing...way to magnify your calling Linds. Anyway, she was definitely blessed with the fact that she didn't have a concussion, any broken bones or fractures. She's definitely feeling some extremely bad pain though. Our ward is so great and rallied around the cause and helped out with a bunch. It's great how the gospel brings us all together. Your thoughts and prayers would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-4181415266238538815?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4181415266238538815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/hit-by-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4181415266238538815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4181415266238538815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/hit-by-car.html' title='Hit by a car'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-8416628584734365939</id><published>2009-11-12T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:22:58.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Sandals</title><content type='html'>Well Everyone...I am sad to announce that my super cute black sandals passed away the other day. Let me fill you in on what happened. Last week on Tuesday I was up on campus walking back from the devotional with Craig and Bekah. Ya know....I'm just walking along minding my own business in a huge crowd of people. Lucky me that I take after my extremely clumsy older sister (love you Bre) I totally tripped on a little crack in the side walk. It was one of those cracks that the squares of cement don't line up quite right so one of them is a little higher than the other...yah that beloved one. You think Cement layers would know how to evenly spread Cement. I blame them for this mishap. Anyway, so i totally trip and the strap of my sandal broke. Luckily these sandals had a strap around the ankle too so they were still connected. My sandal was pretty much dragging on the floor so I had to pick up my foot. I felt like a retarded horse. Craig and Bekah could not stop laughing at me. It was aweful. I was going to be late for one of my classes so I had to go to class with a broken shoe. Craig, as kind and gracious as he is, picked me up after my class and ran me home so that i could get a new pair of shoes and made it back to campus just in time for my next class.&lt;br /&gt;         Because these sandals are my favorite shoes I felt like I needed to save them in some way. Thank goodness for the divine invention of Gorilla Super Glue right? Thanks to Craig he lent me some glue to repair my poor shoe. So i reattached the strap with the glue...gave it a little tug to make sure it worked and what did I find?....A miracle! It totally worked....or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;         This past Tuesday I decided to give it a shot and wear the sandals again. I was running a little bit late on this particular morning. It wasn't the greatest morning to be running late either...I had a paper due in my first class so i was trying to book it up to campus. So I'm walking fairly quickley....backpack on back, coat in hand, sandals functioning great until what happened? THE SAME EXACT THING! I tripped on a stupid cement square that was little bit higher than the previous one and my sandal broke again! I stopped for a second and did a lot bit of that dance when your not really sure if you should go back or keep on going forward. People, I had just barely passed the riviera parking lot when this happened so I definitely was not too far away from my apartment. I'm pretty sure any normal girl would've said, "screw class. I want to look good. and I definitely don't want to be looking like a horse walking around all day with a broken shoe." Well mom, I'm pleased to announce that my schooling won this battle. I can't believe i did this but i just kept on trudging...ALL THE WAY UP TO CAMPUS. I went to my first class with a broken shoe..trying so hard to not turn heads. I text Bekah and Craig of what had tragically happened to me. They definitely got a kick out of it. Bekah, bless her soul, brought me a new pair of sandals to the devotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story: Time for new black Sandals! oh and...Watch out for those stupid abnormally raised Cement squares in the ground. Come one Cement Layers...learn how to do your job. You broke my favorite shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-8416628584734365939?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/8416628584734365939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-sandals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8416628584734365939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8416628584734365939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-sandals.html' title='Broken Sandals'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5859981123043042623</id><published>2009-11-01T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:00:52.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Ya know...I've never really been a big fan of Halloween. The only cool thing about it was that you got free candy for just saying "trick-or-treat" and you didn't even need to do a trick. All Halloween is, is an attention-seeking holiday. I mean, really though...think about it. People try to have the best costumes just so people will notice them. I've always believed that Halloween is just an excuse for girls to dress slutty and get away with it. Now we all know what I'm talking about. Obnoxious guys, thinking they are so cool in their ridiculous costumes and girls walking around, scantily dressed in their nurses outfits and soccer referees....now that is my idea of a party. Because I want to avoid this WHOREndous sight, Craig and I had a party of our own. We went grocery shopping and then played scrabble. Sure, you might say to yourself "wow that's extremely lame. Can you guys not think of anything else to do on Halloween night?" Frankly, we quite enjoyed our peace and quiet. Eat that Halloween....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5859981123043042623?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5859981123043042623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5859981123043042623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5859981123043042623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-8864263395344642029</id><published>2009-10-27T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:48:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggies</title><content type='html'>So Today I was minding my own business watching good ol' "Say Yes to the Dress" on TLC and the snuggie commercial came on. Now I know that we all know what snuggies are....what a fabulous invention right? Well through out the duration of the commercial i could not stop laughing not because of the rediculousness of the snuggie itself but the fact that they said...."You can even get a matching snuggie for your dog!" What is this proposterousness? Do dog's really get cold? and if they do that is what a kennel is for. It's not like your dog is really going to want to wear that hiteous thing anyway. I will give you this....I have been very tempted at times to purchase the snuggie for myself just to see what it's like...preferably the zebra print one. But really??....for your dog??? If you don't believe me go to www.snuggiesfordogs.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SufaaThuWtI/AAAAAAAAACM/EkiMw1nAyLk/s1600-h/snuggiekiddog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SufaaThuWtI/AAAAAAAAACM/EkiMw1nAyLk/s320/snuggiekiddog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397522823880006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this picture just capture the moment? I think I'm sold....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-8864263395344642029?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/8864263395344642029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/snuggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8864263395344642029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8864263395344642029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/snuggies.html' title='Snuggies'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/SufaaThuWtI/AAAAAAAAACM/EkiMw1nAyLk/s72-c/snuggiekiddog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-4683962774043763939</id><published>2009-10-21T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:42:30.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about the things that make me happy....they might be a little odd....but they make me happy nevertheless. First things first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is a stud.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a 44% on my nutrition test and not even getting mad....&lt;br /&gt;My work is only two minutes away. i could wake up at 6:58 if I wanted and could still get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;My new coat from Forever 21...absolutely breath taking&lt;br /&gt;BYU Football (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Bekah :)&lt;br /&gt;And for the grand finale....The Pizza Lady that holds the little Caesars sign on the corner of Bulldog and State Street....this blog post should really be dedicated to her. She is simply marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just talk about her for a minute. During the summer I would purposely take that route to go places just so I could see that lady dance around on the corner. Oh how i wish i had a video of it. She would sit there kicking her legs and moving her sign around for literally hours without fail. She would be burnt to a crisp and still just have a smile on her face. I would sit there and watch her for a few minutes seriously wondering how she could possibly be happy doing that job. And then I remembered...."Hey this economy is pretty much in a grave...at least she's got something to be excited about...She actually has a job!" I seriously give this lady props. Sometimes I pass by her every once in a while for old times sake...and there she is...still just dancing around on the corner...happy as a clam. I wouldn't be surprised if she's still dancing out there in the middle of a blizzard. If she isn't...Provo will have definitely lost it's spark. I never knew anyone could be so happy promoting Little Caesars pizza. Pizza Lady on the corner....this is a shout out to you. I commend you for the goodness you bring into this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-4683962774043763939?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4683962774043763939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4683962774043763939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4683962774043763939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy...'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-6963527146391580274</id><published>2009-10-08T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:24:05.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>Last week I went to Bear Lake with Craig and his older brother and sister Dan and Jesse. It was absolutely freezing the entire time...as a matter of fact it was snowing half the time. First snow fall of the winter! I definitely did not pack enough winter clothes for the trip but I was grateful for lots of blankets. Because it was too cold, we didn't get the chance to take the jet ski's out on the lake. We spent lots of time in the cabin playing games, mostly spider solitaire. I am proud to announce that Craig and I beat the hardest level twice. We did get the chance to take the ATV's out on Saturday. Craig has no mercy on those things but it was still way fun. There was some hot dog roasting and some gun shooting. It was definitely nice to get away from school and work for a few days. Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2kJvuMxRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pw0RdcyfMg0/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2kJvuMxRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pw0RdcyfMg0/s320/195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390144816368370962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2kKHMSpnI/AAAAAAAAABE/9gFPrIYtP0k/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2kKHMSpnI/AAAAAAAAABE/9gFPrIYtP0k/s320/199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390144822668600946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2i2rdFJJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZZskSiojISo/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2i2rdFJJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZZskSiojISo/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390143389293683858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a little Poker one night. As you can see Craig kicked my trash. He got pretty much all the candy. I was left with just a snickers and one rolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2jOzRrgBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FfFcahvt1wU/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2jOzRrgBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FfFcahvt1wU/s320/159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390143803710210066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a STUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2pujaUkKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qMXA0j4gwco/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2pujaUkKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qMXA0j4gwco/s320/179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390150946277068962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a nightly occurance...watching movies with Craig, Dan and Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2md5d3h-I/AAAAAAAAABU/BCD84RfQ0Uc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2md5d3h-I/AAAAAAAAABU/BCD84RfQ0Uc/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390147361604863970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't do it too often but I got the pleasure of Craig serenading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2nAZ8ZrjI/AAAAAAAAABc/OqrnuHsd9bk/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2nAZ8ZrjI/AAAAAAAAABc/OqrnuHsd9bk/s320/275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390147954438417970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2o7YGMUEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jc4V0OOspXU/s1600-h/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2o7YGMUEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jc4V0OOspXU/s320/251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390150067066523714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2h9juLV2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PN6_fU3OekQ/s1600-h/280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2h9juLV2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PN6_fU3OekQ/s320/280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390142407965366114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2ngZodQmI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Ljx5cXOt6Q/s1600-h/277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2ngZodQmI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Ljx5cXOt6Q/s320/277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390148504110580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just having some fun in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2nyWmaY3I/AAAAAAAAABs/8-fmrw7TSaM/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2nyWmaY3I/AAAAAAAAABs/8-fmrw7TSaM/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390148812534342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig and I going off jumps.&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/8372382326876237660-6963527146391580274?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6963527146391580274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/bear-lake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6963527146391580274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6963527146391580274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/10/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCo_XaHn8_M/Ss2kJvuMxRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pw0RdcyfMg0/s72-c/195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-4194557711825267867</id><published>2009-09-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:43:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning being re-confirmed of the fact that I absolutely hate the mornings. I've been doing really good lately since I have a 9:30 class on Tuesday and Thursdays and that I have to be to work at 7 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But this morning was just one of those mornings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings when the first thing you think of is KILL ME NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings where you walk out and your hair looks absolutely outrageous...the bangs are plastered to your face and the rest of your hair is a frizz ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings when you look at your hag self in the mirror for about 5 minutes debating if you should put on make up for the day...and then reality sets in and you really notice how much of a hag you look like and you wouldn't dare walking out in public like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings when you don't feel like standing anymore to get ready so you literally sit an inch away from your mirror on your nasty 30 year old (or older) carpet at the riviera and not even think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings when you think you've picked a cute outfit for the day and you realize once people start staring at you on campus that your wearing the jeans you haven't washed in over a month, your undershirt is way too long for the regular shirt you have over it, and the scarf you chose to wear definitely didn't match the choice of shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of waking up in the morning. You gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-4194557711825267867?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4194557711825267867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4194557711825267867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/4194557711825267867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-5408857239469335270</id><published>2009-09-06T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:56:41.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Night</title><content type='html'>My heart is still pumping a thousand miles a minute just thinking about that game last night. BYU beat OU last night and I am in shock. I actually didn't watch the game live unfortunately, but before you freak out I have a very good explanation for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a hot date last night that took me to the Jon Schmidt concert at Thanksgiving Point. My date and I were able to watch the first quarter of the game before we left. We had his uncle record the game for us so that we could watch it right after the concert. We purposely didn't bring our phones to the concert because we didn't want to know who won the game until we got to watch it ourselves. Well we should've guessed that it would be brought up at the concert...hello....3000 people in Utah the night of the big game...we were destined to hear about it. well thanks to good ol' Jon in the middle of the concert he said "Oh hey...by the way who won the BYU game?" and of course everyone started screaming and yelling. My date and I were pretty disappointed that we found out but in all honesty...it made the concert that much better knowing that we weren't going to go home to a lousy, disappointing game. I unfortuntaley missed all the celebrating in Provo after the game but I guess University was absolutely insane. Hats off to the defense who pretty much carried us to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say the concert was absolutely amazing. Jon is the most incredible performer. Lets just say all the excitement of the concert and the game is not good for the body and I am absolutely exhausted today. Definitely worth the insane night we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-5408857239469335270?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5408857239469335270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/insane-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5408857239469335270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/5408857239469335270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/insane-night.html' title='Insane Night'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-8084393603042588153</id><published>2009-09-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:35:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sissy</title><content type='html'>Dear Sissy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time for me to address a very serious matter. I love you to death. You are such a great role model of the type of woman I want to be. You are always so loving and very generous. You genuinely care about me and what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me lay a disclaimer before I state my concern...I love your Husband like I love my brothers. He is exactly the type of man you need...tall, very handsome, and definitely puts you in your place when needed. Now, saying that, I feel like after you got married your blogs are not as random and spontaneous. They are lacking in the what I like to call "Julie Laughing out Loud" department. Yes, they still are good but have definitely gone down hill a little bit. Maybe it's my lack of maturity or your growth of maturity over the years that make your blogs more sophisticated and more censored. But honestly, come on sissy...we all know you're the same person even after you got married. Maybe you don't have the desire to check out men in the grocery store or in the gym at 5 in the morning, but we all know that you still have those quirky random thoughts in that head of yours. Please, will you please share those for the public to read so that I can get myself a good laugh on a daily basis like I used to. Much Appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-8084393603042588153?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/8084393603042588153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-sissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8084393603042588153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/8084393603042588153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-sissy.html' title='Dear Sissy'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2752963130919325571</id><published>2009-08-31T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:57:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Californ-I-A</title><content type='html'>Quick little recaps of this California trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Why did they ever think it was okay to bring crying babies onto a plane. Yes I know it's because I'm not a mother so I don't understand but come on people. Why would about 100 people want to listen to your crying baby for 2 hours straight. I sure didn't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: That purchase for those hot tan boots from target was a blessed purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Walking into McDonalds to get a delicious egg and Sausage Mcmuffin with Summer and Jamie dressed in church clothes looking absolutely horrid. You would think that church clothes dress you up a bit....oh no...we were definitely proven wrong on Saturday. Singing to Brittany Spears and Pussy Cat dolls as loud on my way to San Diego with my two besties and not even caring who noticed...doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday cont.: Literally watching the Asian lady talk smack about me to the other Asain lady while getting my nails done. Hey if i'm going to be paying 35 bucks to get my nails done, they better look stunning. I don't care if I have to tell you 5 times to redo one nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great trip....I got spiritually uplifted at the San Diego temple and got myself some sexy boots and flawless nails. What else can a girl ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2752963130919325571?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2752963130919325571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/californ-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2752963130919325571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2752963130919325571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/californ-i.html' title='Californ-I-A'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-2328701064945914999</id><published>2009-08-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:16:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomies</title><content type='html'>I finally have roommates! Oh how marvelous it is to finally have people to talk to! Of course I love all of them for the time being....that's also because it's just the beginning of the semester...you finally see their true colors a few months in. But hey...I loved all my roommates last semester and it's honestly what you make of it. So i'm sure i'll love my new roommates this semester. I have lots of love to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have my girls we need to scope out the good-looking men. I have this fear that we will be lacking in that department. I'm hoping my fears will prove me wrong though. Hey you never know...I could meet my eternal companion here...KIDDING MOM! :) The Riv is starting to look upward. I really think i just needed some roommates to keep my sane.&lt;br /&gt;Well folks...that's the newest update in good ol' P-town. Stay tuned for the next update when i go to church for the first time in our new ward...that's when I'm sure the blog about Mr. Eye Candy will happen...(i'm hoping) As for now, I'm heading off to beautiful, beachy, perfect weather California!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-2328701064945914999?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2328701064945914999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/roomies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2328701064945914999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/2328701064945914999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/roomies.html' title='Roomies'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-672275888029091140</id><published>2009-08-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:21:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time again to pack up and move into a new apartment. The new apartment meaning the Old, run-down, smelly Riviera. I guess I get what I deserve. It was my bad to sign the contract with out even looking at the apartment first. But some friends wanted to live with me and The Riv was the only place that had a complete open apartment. It's got it's ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with the downs:&lt;br /&gt;-My apartment smells like a million ethnicities mixed together...not my favorite cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;-None of my roommates have moved in yet so I'm all by my lonesome self.&lt;br /&gt;-The kitchen is literally the size of my wingspan.&lt;br /&gt;-We have absolutely no storage space.&lt;br /&gt;-I have no idea where I'm going to put all my clothes considering my closet is now half the size of my old one. I had barely enough closet space back at Liberty Square and I had an entire box packed up of all my winter clothes. This is going to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't get rid of the fruit flies in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;-And my favorite....the kitchen smells like a dead mouse and the smell is coming from the dishwasher. It's absolutely atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the Ups:&lt;br /&gt;-To be honest, I haven't seen much of the ups yet but I'm trying to think positive so this is stretching it...but...&lt;br /&gt;-The bathroom space is quite large for 6 girls. My old apartment was a little crowded...we made it work but it was snug.&lt;br /&gt;-The living room is pretty big too.&lt;br /&gt;-There are plenty of mirrors...full body mirrors as a matter of fact... The more I think about it, the more I dislike them. Unlike Liberty Square we only had one mirror which you could only see half of your body. You would think something actually looked cute and then when you walk up on campus and see your reflection in a building door, you were in for an unpleasant surprise. Here at the Riv you can see if your outfit actually matches. Or everywhere you walk you can see how much of a hag you look like. It's also a constant reminder of how much you need to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, those are the ups and downs....and to think I'm stuck here for 8 months. The downs definitly out way the ups but it's my own attitude I need to adjust. I just wanted to write this all down for posterities sake...Never live at the Riv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-672275888029091140?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/672275888029091140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-apartment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/672275888029091140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/672275888029091140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372382326876237660.post-6799770712869643808</id><published>2009-06-04T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:02:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Pressure</title><content type='html'>So I've always thought Blogs were for married couples who had no lives and all they did was blog about how amazing their husbands are. Last time I checked I'm not married. So what am I doing with a blog? I have no clue. Maybe this can count for my journal keeping. Special Shout out to my sissy Bre for urging me to start a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372382326876237660-6799770712869643808?l=juliannebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6799770712869643808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/06/peer-pressure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6799770712869643808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372382326876237660/posts/default/6799770712869643808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannebell.blogspot.com/2009/06/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer Pressure'/><author><name>Julie Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241234663767121172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
