<?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-7871976276780790614</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:43:09.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrianne</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a distracted college student</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7235507033119139352</id><published>2011-03-10T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:26:02.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!</title><content type='html'>After much begging and graveling from my family members, I have decided to attempt to blog again. So since all you readers are basically my family, this is for you!&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start out with a funny story, here I am writing a paper that's due tomorrow with my roommate. (Btw-I'm really good at procrastinating for papers.)  I say, "I need to update my blog for all my readers." Her response, "Oh, for your mom?" classic. So for you other two readers that aren't my mom...this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately this post may be the worst post ever, basically I just want to get everyone excited about my birthday next week and about the post that will come after it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously-there will be an amazing post to come....after I finish this paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7235507033119139352?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7235507033119139352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprise.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7235507033119139352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7235507033119139352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-9132091506182329343</id><published>2010-01-16T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:54:52.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I broke a mirror, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;mirror.
Not totally big, but big enough to give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; years of bad luck instead of 7.
Here's the end result of the story:
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Here's the story:
I got back from Christmas break and had to de-Christmas my apartment.
I don't know how but for some reason I have a lot of Christmas decorations.
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprise!
&lt;/span&gt;While taking down the Christmas decorations I went around collecting all the ribbon,
we had some ribbon on the mirror which I took off and assumed that the push pins were holding the ribbon up.
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FALSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; was being held up by the push pins, what?!
Who does that????
Seriously, a full size mirror being hung up by pushpins??
And just so you know, there were nails there.

So basically I got to clean up little glass pieces while cutting my hand and then got to vacuum and make the downstairs neighbors mad.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Kx_9IfZtI/AAAAAAAAATM/R2xz_kqCJXs/s1600-h/IMG_3489.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Kx_9IfZtI/AAAAAAAAATM/R2xz_kqCJXs/s320/IMG_3489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427596213234919122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So hopefully the bad luck won't be too bad!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-9132091506182329343?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/9132091506182329343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-luck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/9132091506182329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/9132091506182329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-luck.html' title='Bad luck.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Kx_fc_zAI/AAAAAAAAATE/0yQQceE2_3o/s72-c/IMG_3488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-5835470122108023643</id><published>2010-01-16T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:00:41.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a sucker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chick flicks&lt;/span&gt;.
I used to go through every sad movie without even feeling bad.
not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;My dear Auntie Cathy let me borrow this book:
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1KlM0XsvMI/AAAAAAAAASs/c5XSr9kkrq8/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1KlM0XsvMI/AAAAAAAAASs/c5XSr9kkrq8/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427582140569926850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Song
By: Nicholas Sparks
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probably on of the best books EVER.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never knew I could cry so much over a book.
Last Sunday I could not let go of this book, I read it all in one day.
Jackie gave me some "alone time" because I guess I was sniffling or something.
Well, once she left I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bawling.

&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;believe that I cried so much.
But I didn't feel so bad after roommate after roommate read it and shed a few tears.
Ok, maybe just one tear, if that.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Kmc_EfRNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/viMX1ZDFPzA/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Kmc_EfRNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/viMX1ZDFPzA/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427583517831677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT, &lt;/span&gt;if anyone wants a good movie, go see this one ^.
I love it, it was pretty funny and very cute!!

Next up on my reading list:
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Km8pN_hNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uFVOKu8bgDM/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1Km8pN_hNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uFVOKu8bgDM/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427584061721773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear John
By: Nicholas Sparks

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was sitting on my desk when I got home.
My roommates and I are going through some reading phase.
It's crazy, everyone is constantly reading and switching books.

(Don't worry, I'm still going to the library to read the boring books too!)

So long for now, time to go start my new book!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-5835470122108023643?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/5835470122108023643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sucker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5835470122108023643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5835470122108023643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sucker.html' title='I am a sucker...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S1KlM0XsvMI/AAAAAAAAASs/c5XSr9kkrq8/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-6761817435843907752</id><published>2010-01-14T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:03:15.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0-UcP84uLI/AAAAAAAAASk/HbKEll1nKQQ/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0-UcP84uLI/AAAAAAAAASk/HbKEll1nKQQ/s320/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426719289043892402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say that I don't think I have ever been this unorganized in my life. Today I have managed to space a quiz, forget to make my lunch and forgot to do 3 extra credit points for homework. What the heck? Since when did I do that?
Soon I'll come back with my 2010 goals, that is if i ever get organized again. But don't worry, the library and I have a set date tonight.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-6761817435843907752?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/6761817435843907752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/mess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6761817435843907752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6761817435843907752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/mess.html' title='A Mess.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0-UcP84uLI/AAAAAAAAASk/HbKEll1nKQQ/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-38480789996534268</id><published>2010-01-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:29:54.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago before finals Jackie and I decided to go snowboarding. I learned that no matter how hard I, or my car, tries we were just not meant to drive in the snow. I will never try again. As soon as we made it to a turning point, we turned around and went home, didn't even get out of the car. I tried to smile...I couldn't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i7FuLhqJI/AAAAAAAAASc/8f4b5LK8RRw/s1600-h/1212091701-01.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i7FuLhqJI/AAAAAAAAASc/8f4b5LK8RRw/s320/1212091701-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424791458137876626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
But on the brighter side of things, this was what was waiting in my room when I got home for Christmas break(which was not long enough). I loved the Texas tree! And I even got ornaments to decorate one of my trees like this one for next year!!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, the bad news about Christmas break was the snow followed me. I'll admit it was pretty fun to be able to play with all my fambam in the snow, but it was still cold! &amp;amp; I didn't have any of my snow clothes. On Christmas morning my dad and I decided to go outside and see the damage from all the snow on Christmas Eve. There was A LOT of snow! We ended up just driving down to the lake and doing donuts, it was fun! My dad got a little too much confidence and ended up getting stuck in a ditch. But, no worries a nice man came and got us out and said his truck was stuck too. Yah, you think?! That truck would not budge until some big ol' yellow tractor/truck/snow plow thing came and just picked it up. It was crazy!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i6JHoJQAI/AAAAAAAAASU/qAezi_J4mWg/s1600-h/1225091220-00.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i6JHoJQAI/AAAAAAAAASU/qAezi_J4mWg/s320/1225091220-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424790416996777986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And finally, this is one of the projects I did when I was home. I couldn't think of anything to give Jackie for her birthday until I had t-3 days until I got back to Provo. I have this wonderful flannel blanket that I got from when I graduated HS. I love it and use it all the time. But whenever I'm gone and it's cold, Jackie always steals it and puts it on her bed, so I decided to make her one. Thanks to my mom we were able to put it together extremely fast. I set it up in the living room and had all the Christie boys help me tie it, we pretty much finished it in one day! She said she likes it-and it's been on the top of her bed everyday. Success!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i6ILrq2YI/AAAAAAAAASE/_Ij89_NLUYM/s1600-h/0106101931-00.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i6ILrq2YI/AAAAAAAAASE/_Ij89_NLUYM/s320/0106101931-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424790400905435522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon (hopefully) I will be blogging my 2010 resolutions so maybe I'll have more motivation to keep them!!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-38480789996534268?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/38480789996534268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/38480789996534268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/38480789996534268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0i7FuLhqJI/AAAAAAAAASc/8f4b5LK8RRw/s72-c/1212091701-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-1717462836893399599</id><published>2010-01-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:10:36.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone know why my blog doesn't come out with line breaks between paragraphs??
In the preview it looks normal but then when I publish it it doesn't, it's starting to get frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-1717462836893399599?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/1717462836893399599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/formatting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1717462836893399599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1717462836893399599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/formatting.html' title='Formatting'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-305669587409161794</id><published>2010-01-07T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:06:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The holidays are over.


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0auJTEainI/AAAAAAAAARs/mja5B1edxe0/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0auJTEainI/AAAAAAAAARs/mja5B1edxe0/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424214275975187058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really like this picture!!



&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I really hate this, like right now.
Being home was amazing.
I loved playing, sewing, watching tv, etc.
And now I'm in school.
It's been an extremely overwhelming week.



UNTIL I went to my religion class-History of the Living prophets.


&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mormonmessages?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4#p/a/f/0/UbsU3b2srQA"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what my professor decided to show today.


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coincidence?
I think not.


So here I am to go back into the whirlwind of school trying to learn to love my major again even though I currently am not loving my classes.
So here's to hoping for a good year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-305669587409161794?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/305669587409161794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/305669587409161794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/305669587409161794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-life.html' title='Oh Life'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/S0auJTEainI/AAAAAAAAARs/mja5B1edxe0/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-5809681473392082453</id><published>2009-12-09T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:30:00.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get ready.
This is by far the best story EVER
(that I will ever have to tell!)

So for those of you that don't know, I love earrings.
I'm obsessed with them and I am constantly looking for new ones.
But for the time being I have this one favorite pair of earrings.


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SxszNXNbwOI/AAAAAAAAARg/MWfYsImA3pQ/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SxszNXNbwOI/AAAAAAAAARg/MWfYsImA3pQ/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975681877459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Cute right??

So one day after class I was walking home with my BFF Bre. When I got home I realized my earring was gone, I was so so sad. But I had no idea where I lost it so I just figured I would need to find another pair of earrings that I love.

So forgot about losing my earring, had Thanksgiving Break, partied, etc.
I park in the same place everyday because of work(a blog will come soon about that).
So about a week and a half later I'm walking back to my car after class with Jackie, who happened to be there when I was crying about losing my earring.
So I'm at my car which happened to be parked by a light post.
I looked down and on the light pool post someone had put my earring there!!!
Can you believe it?!
I was thrilled, I almost cried.
I love BYU and the fact that people there are so generous to pick up an earring and put it up so some poor soul can be reconnected.

So stranger who placed my earring on that light pole post-
Thank you!!

Great story, right?!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-5809681473392082453?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/5809681473392082453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5809681473392082453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5809681473392082453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing.html' title='AMAZING!!!'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SxszNXNbwOI/AAAAAAAAARg/MWfYsImA3pQ/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-2709736613190640374</id><published>2009-12-07T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:30:00.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jackie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just tell you my roommate, Jackie, is hilarious.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day we have new adventures.

Sometimes they're room dancing adventures but the best are when I turn around to see this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4yfUlBXgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dCYeCMnKeHk/s1600-h/IMG_2769.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4yfUlBXgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dCYeCMnKeHk/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403812116572495362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Meg's mom brought over costumes for us to try and brought us the big booty costume.
lucky for me I don't need a costume for that!
But, what's even greater than this picture is the video I took when Jackie did All the Single Ladies dance by Beyonce.
It was hilarious.
I would post the video, but I think the picture is enough.

Another reason why Jackie is one of my favorites:


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4zIh5lshI/AAAAAAAAARA/iQdRlGtUg6g/s1600-h/IMG_2775.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4zIh5lshI/AAAAAAAAARA/iQdRlGtUg6g/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403812824523059730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, look at that hair.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4zJDsvPfI/AAAAAAAAARI/pTCGoX-yMgM/s1600-h/IMG_2784.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4zJDsvPfI/AAAAAAAAARI/pTCGoX-yMgM/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403812833595964914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a lot. I know. I find hair everywhere.
But she had to do a fashion show for her cousin and they made her hair
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;.

That was her hair in a bun, she had to use a headband to contain the wild beast.
it was the highlight of my week.

But beyond Jackie's weird costumes, crazy hair and other things she is by fair the best roommate ever. We do everything together and just can't figure out why we don't get frustrated with each other!!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-2709736613190640374?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/2709736613190640374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/jackie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2709736613190640374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2709736613190640374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/jackie.html' title='jackie.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4yfUlBXgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dCYeCMnKeHk/s72-c/IMG_2769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-3496778049775192783</id><published>2009-12-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:36:00.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little note-I actually did this like a moth ago..i'm just slow at posting!!

I finally cooked!
I haven't really cooked here yet because I just don't really like it.
I like cooking at home in my mom's kitchen!
And by cook I mean bake delectable treats.

I made a pumpkin pie a couple weeks ago for my friend's birthday.
Apparently he's had a pumpkin pie forever and this was the first year he didn't have one.
So I made him a pumpkin pie for a belated birthday present!
But I only wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; pie.
Which is kinda hard to do when you buy that huge can of pumpkiness.
So I made one pie and left the rest of the mixture in the fridge for a couple days while I tried to figure out a recipe that uses half a pumpkin pie mix.
I didn't want pumpkin pie.

So I found a recipe that looked exactly like my mom's dump cake, with pumpkin.
It was amazing.
So I just started dumping and it was delicious!
I have no idea how much butter or stuff I used, but it was good.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv40xiEKHXI/AAAAAAAAARY/YxoNj7IgTQs/s1600-h/IMG_2772.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv40xiEKHXI/AAAAAAAAARY/YxoNj7IgTQs/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403814628453653874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe me, this picture just doesn't do it justice at all.
You should try it.
Just get a cake mix, pumpkin pie and butter.
YUM.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-3496778049775192783?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/3496778049775192783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/3496778049775192783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/3496778049775192783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum.html' title='yum.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv40xiEKHXI/AAAAAAAAARY/YxoNj7IgTQs/s72-c/IMG_2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-211310567900200192</id><published>2009-12-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:30:00.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you about my awesome find the other day.

Get excited.

I decided I needed to get some more flannel sheets because mine were just old so I threw them away last year. It was a sad day.
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I went to target and was overwhelmed with happiness.
I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;sets of twin sheets for $20.

I made my bed right when I got home.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4wJYQjMfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1VMJvrpyGXM/s1600-h/IMG_2789.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4wJYQjMfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1VMJvrpyGXM/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403809540579996146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

So you may not be as excited about this find as I was, but let me tell you, it was awesome.
And I convinced my roommate to buy flannel sheets too,
her life will never be the same.
She loves me forever now.
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you know the one I didn't use.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4u3_vn7tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JpyEP2_A1W8/s1600-h/IMG_2768.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4u3_vn7tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JpyEP2_A1W8/s320/IMG_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403808142430039762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Any ideas for what to make with 2 yards of zebra fabric??
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-384634279074323671?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/384634279074323671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabric.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/384634279074323671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/384634279074323671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabric.html' title='fabric.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4u3_vn7tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JpyEP2_A1W8/s72-c/IMG_2768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-2740343413882902556</id><published>2009-11-19T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:22:52.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>so i've been trying to respond to comments. but it won't let me, i've tried every day and it's just stupid. so know that i'm responding in my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-2740343413882902556?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/2740343413882902556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2740343413882902556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2740343413882902556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-2047546111837061792</id><published>2009-11-13T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:43:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caramel apples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love fall.

Why is it that I feel like I have never experienced fall until now?
Maybe I was just oblivious, I wouldn't put it past me.

But I just love the fall activities!
jumping into piles of leaves.
cute fall jackets.
wearing my cowboy boots.
caramel apples.

Yep, we made caramel apples.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking the wrappers off the caramel.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4wzFTWKgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hmr2mDBKQEA/s1600-h/IMG_2754.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4wzFTWKgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hmr2mDBKQEA/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403810257045957122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Leilani, she still had the flu.
she was good about not getting close!&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't they look delicious?!

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4xkfxMpjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9lZiQHT7sbs/s1600-h/IMG_2765.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4xkfxMpjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9lZiQHT7sbs/s320/IMG_2765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403811105964074546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
they were.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4xk8lstsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wmdagDmjwD8/s1600-h/IMG_2767.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4xk8lstsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wmdagDmjwD8/s320/IMG_2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403811113700472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It was fun having a girls only night with the roommates.
I feel like there are always extra people in our apartment!

And for your information, no one else has gotten sick here!

yay!!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-2047546111837061792?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/2047546111837061792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/caramel-apples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2047546111837061792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2047546111837061792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/caramel-apples.html' title='caramel apples.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4wzFTWKgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hmr2mDBKQEA/s72-c/IMG_2754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7863314185127845541</id><published>2009-11-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:25:46.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what?!


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I dressed up for Halloween this year!

The last time I dressed up was probably when I was Glinda and Alli was Dorothy. A long time ago! Halloween just has never been my favorite, but this year I decided to dress up. I had this awesome idea of being a cave woman, I even bought the fabric! But the day of I decided that a piece of fabric draped over leggings and a long sleeve shirt would not be warm enough outside in Utah at night. After a lot of brainstorming about 3.5 hours before the party 2 of my roommates and I decided to be hunters, gorilla hunters to be exact.

Let me tell you the story.
We have gorillas in The Colony, they come out about every two weeks or so. Sometimes they like to come to my apartment and barge in and start jumping on the couches. They're faces are scary. So I had the great idea to hunt them. Now our costumes weren't really great for gorilla costumes, but they were pretty good for deer hunters. :)

And don't worry, I had a camo shirt in my closet so it didn't take me long to find my costume. Meg's mom was also able to hook us up with some sweet weapons...like a real bow and arrow! I was careful with it. But I can now say I can shoot a bow and arrow. Be glad you weren't there for the training process, I was scared myself!
(side note: don't aim the arrow at concrete...it sparks &amp;amp; everyone freaks out.)

And you have my permission to laugh at the pictures. I was in a hurry and forgot to paint the other side of my binoculars. So it may look a little weird. But all in all it was a fun night!!


ready to find the gorillas!
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we found one!! (there are 3)
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roommates-heather.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4twvHYkZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jPC8e3MCdXo/s1600-h/14255_1188679490386_1630290005_1154636_792236_n.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4twvHYkZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jPC8e3MCdXo/s320/14255_1188679490386_1630290005_1154636_792236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403806918195581330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

my roommate wonder-woman. awesome costume.
and yes, i did sneak into this picture. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4tO87Pz2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/xR1_TUhtib4/s1600-h/14255_1188679570388_1630290005_1154638_1959569_n.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4tO87Pz2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/xR1_TUhtib4/s320/14255_1188679570388_1630290005_1154638_1959569_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403806337787219810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

And in case you're wondering, I haven't seen the gorillas since that event!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7863314185127845541?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7863314185127845541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7863314185127845541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7863314185127845541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sv4tOECNCtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z6RGo3Q7FWA/s72-c/14255_1188679250380_1630290005_1154630_7678307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-6727475579249212711</id><published>2009-11-12T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:28:21.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog overload.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've become obsessed with finding cute blogs.
And reading them.
 A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of them.
I've also become obsessed with all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;giveaways.
 Maybe someday I'll win something, like this:


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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Svz8BKnHYyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m6SlrlDYJqs/s1600-h/charms%2Binitial%2Bletter%2Bnecklace%2Bmonogram%2Bpendant.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Svz8BKnHYyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m6SlrlDYJqs/s320/charms%2Binitial%2Bletter%2Bnecklace%2Bmonogram%2Bpendant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403470749896237858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-6727475579249212711?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/6727475579249212711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-overload.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6727475579249212711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6727475579249212711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-overload.html' title='blog overload.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Svz8BKnHYyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m6SlrlDYJqs/s72-c/charms%2Binitial%2Bletter%2Bnecklace%2Bmonogram%2Bpendant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4393742331706645452</id><published>2009-10-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:33:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look what i found...
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Suj-s4blbQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K85N_oxq7DI/s1600-h/tallest_treehouse_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Suj-s4blbQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K85N_oxq7DI/s320/tallest_treehouse_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397844200419323138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk about a tree house.
feel free to make me one anytime.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-4393742331706645452?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/4393742331706645452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4393742331706645452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4393742331706645452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-one.html' title='i want one.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Suj-s4blbQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K85N_oxq7DI/s72-c/tallest_treehouse_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-2334712703113975040</id><published>2009-10-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:14:11.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't come visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apt. 396.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sui99hqqe9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2c_KNNC0_Uo/s1600-h/9520_1156340001919_1630290005_1071962_7717352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sui99hqqe9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2c_KNNC0_Uo/s320/9520_1156340001919_1630290005_1071962_7717352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397773018110524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Seriously, it's not a pretty sight over here.
Let me tell you the story:

So a few weeks ago, actually the Sunday after Lauren's wedding, I got this huge zit on my chin. It was big, red and it hurt. I said stuff to my roommates but they just said it was a zit and it's normal (I don't usually get big zits, just little ones here and there). SIDENOTE: sorry for all the details, i hope you don't mind. At least I'm not posting a picture! So by Wednesday I got so sick of this thing on my chin and tried to pop it...just got into a bigger mess so I just ignored it and it left for a few days. Yesterday I got a surprise. It came back X2. Bigger, redder, more sore and there were 2. Awesome.

So after calling doctors all morning to get in today I finally got an appointment with my auntie Cal's doc. He was great. Walked in, told me it was staph and gave me a prescription. The good thing about this?? I finally got meds and proved my roommates wrong. woop! The bad thing? The fact that I can't touch my face at all. It's hard, especially when you can't do it.
So I now get to walk around with a big red chain for the next 4 or 5 days. awesome.

On top of that awesomeness is the fact that one of my roommates has the swine flu. She hasn't actuall gone to the doc yet, but she has been in bed since Sunday and has flu-like symptoms. So I diagnosed her with swine flu(I've done a lot of researching lately). My other roommate is also starting to feel sick. Let's hope I don't get it or maybe I want to get it sooner than later.

I tried to get a flu vaccination today, but everyone I called didn't have it, surprise surprise. I also called my doc to see if I could get Tamiflu but he said no because there's such a shortage. Another awesome fact.

So let's hope that this month full of sickness (I was sick the first week of Oct for 3 days) will be over soon. As much as I love you all....don't come visit, unless you want to get sick or your name is mom and you're coming to make me feel better in an instant.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-2334712703113975040?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/2334712703113975040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-come-visit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2334712703113975040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/2334712703113975040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-come-visit.html' title='Don&apos;t come visit...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sui99hqqe9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2c_KNNC0_Uo/s72-c/9520_1156340001919_1630290005_1071962_7717352_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4205951900255748590</id><published>2009-10-21T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:52:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my life right now:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/St9k8vL3kjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LFYtl7m3oaE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/St9k8vL3kjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LFYtl7m3oaE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395141873234317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yep-that's the BYU testing center. Don't you miss it?
Seriously, why is it that all of your teachers plan everything in the same week, seriously every class has a quiz, test or paper this week. Awesome.

But in my typical procrastination and day dreaming this is what has constantly been going through my mind:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/St9lm8qDEgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fYD57kRvT1w/s1600-h/DSCN1501.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/St9lm8qDEgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fYD57kRvT1w/s320/DSCN1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142598405067266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Is anything better than Christmas? I think not. Last night my roommate, Jackie, and I got in bed at 11pm but ended up staying up until 1:30am just talking about Christmas. It's so funny to me how everyone's traditions are so different. But this conversation got me really excited for December 16, 2009 when I land in Oklahoma, drive home and then drive into my driveway and see Christmas lights all over. But my favorite part is when I first walk into the house and the dogs attack me and the Christmas tree is decorated and Christmas is finally here!

I should probably focus on midterms, but it's hard to do when I'm getting so excited about Christmas. Maybe I can think about how half of my family won't be coming home for Christmas. Sad day.

But back to midterms! I hope all of you start getting excited for Christmas, I am!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-4205951900255748590?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/4205951900255748590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/midterms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4205951900255748590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4205951900255748590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/midterms.html' title='Midterms??'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/St9k8vL3kjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LFYtl7m3oaE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-5733918232209438844</id><published>2009-10-15T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:39:57.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my new roommates this year! There's six of us, I thought it was going to be hard, but it's actually not that bad. We're all home at different times between school, work and everything else that comes with the college life. But I love my roommates! So here's a picture with everyone, starting from the top of the stairs: Leilani, Heather, me, Monica, Megan and Jackie.
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Leilani is our "random" roommate this year and we're really glad it's her and not some crazy person! She's from California and is a sophomore this year and works at the creamery ALL the time, at least it seems like it! Heather was Megan and Monica's roommate freshman year in heritage halls. She's so sweet and quiet, so it kinda balances us all out! She's from Boise, Idaho and is majoring in english. Then me, I don't really feel like talking about me right now...shocker! Monica is from Canada and she is great. She's become my temple buddy, so that's pretty fun! She's a journalism major, or something to that extent, all I know is  I make sure to read her articles every week in the Daily Universe! Then there's Megan, she lived on my hall first semester of freshman year, but then moved to Heritage with Heather and Monica second semester. Megan is my "clumsy" friend, she had surgery on her stomach last year and then broke her foot the following semester. It was sad. Then there's my room roommate Jackie! We met freshman year and decided to change our majors last year to ComD, so we have all of our classes together which is awesome. We are also gym buddies...well at least try to be!

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jackie
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my roommates at a ward activity..we were supposed to be flappers, great idea for a ward activity, huh?
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what the car ride to church every Sunday generally looks like...we don't like taking two cars!
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So I hope you like this little introduction AND blog update!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-5733918232209438844?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/5733918232209438844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-introduce-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5733918232209438844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5733918232209438844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-introduce-you.html' title='Let me introduce you...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsbT87uZgxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3-jP0dtJEcE/s72-c/IMG_2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4353744170052935008</id><published>2009-10-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:32:35.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have I been up to lately? Well besides school and more school not too much! But a few weeks ago( I know, huge blog neglect) I went to India Fest! Below are some friends from freshman year + a roommate of a friend. Thalassa, me, courtney, ....(i'm really bad with names, especially because i've heard a million names in the past month, sorry), and stacey! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBU8pXJvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B6BE8ghTNEY/s1600-h/IMG_2385.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBU8pXJvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B6BE8ghTNEY/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388488044793243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was held at the Indian temple in Springville where they also have the Festival of Colors. For some reason I have yet to grace the festival of colors with my presence. I think it's because I was scared when I was little at an actual real festival of colors in India. All I remember from that tragic day is my sister, Lauren, and I in the corner crying because we got paint in our eyes. Sad day.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBWiJSelI/AAAAAAAAANM/n-M_gW5j9VU/s1600-h/IMG_2399.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBWiJSelI/AAAAAAAAANM/n-M_gW5j9VU/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388488072039135826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the temple with my friends Stacey and Thalassa from freshman year! Isn't the background so pretty?!We never see each other anymore since we live 8 blocks away from each other...that's a lot in Provo! haha. Below is an elephant...Too bad it's not real, oh well. When I go to India I'll take a picture with a real elephant, whenever that is.

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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But-back to India Fest. I'll just be frank, it was weird but fun! I went into the temple and watched as a million BYU students joined in the middle of the floor dancing around in a circle, I may or may not have joined in. But, of course before joining in, I was sure to take a picture of my friends in the circle!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBXFdnLTI/AAAAAAAAANU/1p05ITMnCq0/s1600-h/IMG_2408.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBXFdnLTI/AAAAAAAAANU/1p05ITMnCq0/s320/IMG_2408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388488081519619378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Then after the crazy dancing in the temple we went outside and listened to the story about India people. Unfortunately I don't remember anything else about the story to share with you...sorry, i know you feel like you're missing out. But they burned this big effigy of this guy and it was pretty fune. The fire was huge and it was crazy loud, below are the pictures.

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And after that...there was more dancing outside! It was pretty fun. Especially the singing, they sang the same song every time just to different tunes, pretty funny! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfCh48qWzI/AAAAAAAAANs/MJ3cSVRYkC4/s1600-h/IMG_2447.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfCh48qWzI/AAAAAAAAANs/MJ3cSVRYkC4/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489366650379058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And then we got to see llamas! There were so many llamas, so funny!

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So there's one activity out of many for me, yay! Hopefully more blogging to come, for now enjoy!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-4353744170052935008?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/4353744170052935008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/india-fest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4353744170052935008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4353744170052935008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/10/india-fest.html' title='India Fest'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SsfBU8pXJvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B6BE8ghTNEY/s72-c/IMG_2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4031056547386347552</id><published>2009-08-27T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:42:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...as some of you may know, I have a lot of stuff. BUT I'm almost unpacked!!! It's funny because I forget how much stuff I have until I pack and unpack it. So today I got a wonderful gift from my good friend Megan, which made me realize that I maybe I should consider downsizing. But the most awesome present I got was on a business card: "For the person who has everything, a belly button lint cleaner." How great is that?!

But I am back in Provo and I am excited to get everything back in order and start school again, yay! And I am also glad to be reunited with my dear friend Breanna, she's great. And if you don't know Breanna, you should, and you should read her &lt;a href="http://breannabyu.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's great and you will love it.

But more blogging to come later...sorry for the boring post with no pictures, but at least it's something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-4031056547386347552?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/4031056547386347552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4031056547386347552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4031056547386347552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-there.html' title='almost there.'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-3853213517500815550</id><published>2009-07-20T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:59:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging, please forgive me!!
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My Summer...

Driving home to Oklahoma with my friend Amy

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Going to Pennsylvania for my brother's graduation from Law School

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Going to Pittsburgh and then to DC for two weeks!

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Going to Dallas with Lauren to babysit my cousin Steph's sweet kids.

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Swimming

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Lake

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Giant veggies from the garden!

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Back to Dallas to help Steph move!

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Christies and Mere come aka swimming, boating, etc.

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Lauren getting engaged

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Sewing &amp;amp; Scrapbooking

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And finally getting a new phone!

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So that's my life in pictures, hope you enjoyed the short update!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-3853213517500815550?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/3853213517500815550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-summer-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/3853213517500815550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/3853213517500815550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-summer-in-pictures.html' title='My Summer in Pictures'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SmU2tuKFsAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E6XrbC_Famc/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7733666418198236322</id><published>2009-04-27T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:25:58.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for those of you who don't know my last week was awesome. I finished school, work and got moved out of my apartment. All in all...it was so great! So to celebrate my friend Megan and I decided to have a day of fun. (BTW-Megan is going to be my roommate next year &amp;amp; the one who broke her foot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I thought of this AMAZING idea. We decided we didn't want to spend a lot of money so  went from there. We decided to spend all day in the dollar theatre! It was so great. We watched one movie the night before since we couldn't stay there all night Friday because of her mom's birthday.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched  movies, then went to lunch at Cafe Rio where I had a free meal! It was a very cheap and fun day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfZo6ry_OpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MaplHKp9l6g/s1600-h/may+2009+054.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfZo6ry_OpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MaplHKp9l6g/s320/may+2009+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329562566437845650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfZo63I3GhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fw-HMPYiDOI/s1600-h/may+2009+051.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfZo63I3GhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fw-HMPYiDOI/s320/may+2009+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329562569482377746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7733666418198236322?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7733666418198236322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7733666418198236322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7733666418198236322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfZo6ry_OpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MaplHKp9l6g/s72-c/may+2009+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-6680849648581293838</id><published>2009-04-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:04:28.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a lot of stuff.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mere got a storage unit and it is packed to the door, it's insane.
And yes, I know I have a lot of stuff, but in my defense, look who my mother is!!
Here's the proof:
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_NU_1gBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TTgUdCuAfyM/s1600-h/may+2009+036.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_NU_1gBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TTgUdCuAfyM/s320/may+2009+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672282316734482" 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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_Mw7uMTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2tqHEGTVul0/s1600-h/may+2009+040.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_Mw7uMTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2tqHEGTVul0/s320/may+2009+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672272635801906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_NFQIQxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ARDt_DqY2Iw/s1600-h/may+2009+048.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_NFQIQxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ARDt_DqY2Iw/s320/may+2009+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672278090105618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_MgN9FyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7H3tVT0cE4o/s1600-h/may+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Align Right" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Right" class="gl_align_right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-6680849648581293838?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/6680849648581293838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6680849648581293838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/6680849648581293838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SfM_NU_1gBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TTgUdCuAfyM/s72-c/may+2009+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7702051999085599895</id><published>2009-04-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:19:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.100makeup.com/100makeup/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.100makeup.com/100makeup/mascara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yep-it's mascara.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been one to admit that I have addictions or an obsession with something, but I will today. For some reason the past couple of months I've been obsessed with trying new mascara. Everytime I go to the store I buy a new tube of mascara, I just want to find the absolute best mascara. But last night when I was packing I found out I had four tubes in my make-up bag. But don't worry, I use them all regularly, I pretty much switch out every day. So far my favorite is L'oreal. But I really want to try Covergirl's Lashblast mascara:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.covergirl.ca/en_ca/prodimages/lashblast_mascara_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.covergirl.ca/en_ca/prodimages/lashblast_mascara_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's pretty sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7702051999085599895?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7702051999085599895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-obsession.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7702051999085599895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7702051999085599895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-1144681445870047550</id><published>2009-04-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:21:04.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've been thinking about summer and how I always say I'm going to do something but never do. Every summer my mom told me to pick a project and stick to it or I would regret it....well mom, you win, i regret it. This summer goes out to all the hobbies i decided NOT to do because I was too lazy. So here's the list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
1-read all the books that I've been hearing about over the semester but can't because of school(I'm even having my friend who broke her foot make me a list!)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAFYF-aJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JQFbGw9GsHk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAFYF-aJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JQFbGw9GsHk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323888170616383634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
2-try to make a dent with all the pictures I want to scrapbook(i made a little one last summer!)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAV6BM8QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BOSXQRmNsSU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAV6BM8QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BOSXQRmNsSU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323888454601076994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
3-learn the piano AGAIN, my goal is to be able to sit down and just start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plucking. &lt;/span&gt;But, if any of you are wondering out of the 5 Nuttall children only one of us can really play, congrats lauren-you win. But Alli's in close second, then maybe me?!

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAogKuhDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H46w6u6oApU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAogKuhDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H46w6u6oApU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323888774079218738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
4-learn to sew AGAIN, yes, this is a recurring summer goal, but I now have a goal of what to sew, a quilt. After seeing &lt;a href="http://jeffandkelliclarkfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/calamity-jane.html"&gt;Kelli &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://marcusandtess.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-bib-obsessed.html"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;'s blogs about all the cute stuff they make I just get really inspired to go make something like that, but then i remember i have no idea how to...
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeKFSK0n_UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QzTX1TyFA_8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeKFSK0n_UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QzTX1TyFA_8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323964256694566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
5-learn ASL(american sign language). I'm taking that class in the fall and I want to be super prepared in that class and not be totally lost on the first day! (yes, I still get extremely nervous on the first day of school)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJBpEpmDgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vvfeI6Gvz3s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJBpEpmDgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vvfeI6Gvz3s/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889883383991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

6-stop my addiction with diet coke and any soda for that matter.


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJBxbGmVVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NoDx7VyIz8g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJBxbGmVVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NoDx7VyIz8g/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323890026850178386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
7-lately i've been running a lot...it's a stress reliever. so i was sitting in class the other day and decided i wanted to run to the lake and all around the lake and not die. i'm excited for this one, maybe i can even convince lauren to come with me. at least i'll have sam!

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJCEqiDbmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kcli3yFWGFE/s1600-h/111004-FB%7EWoman-and-Dog-Running-on-Beach-Nags-Head-North-Carolina-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJCEqiDbmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kcli3yFWGFE/s320/111004-FB%7EWoman-and-Dog-Running-on-Beach-Nags-Head-North-Carolina-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323890357409377890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

So those are my summer goals.

Feel free to call/text/comment/facebook/etc. me over the summer to see if i've even started any of them. I'm excited for this, and maybe if i know more people know about my goals than i'll actually do them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-1144681445870047550?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/1144681445870047550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-goals.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1144681445870047550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1144681445870047550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-goals.html' title='Summer Goals'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SeJAFYF-aJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JQFbGw9GsHk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-1867946869246324804</id><published>2009-04-08T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:00:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a graduate...</title><content type='html'>of Traffic School! Yes, that's right, I had to take traffic school. I learned my lesson, $217 later. I will no longer be a speeder on I-15 and will try to leave my house earlier each day to be on time. But let me tell you, if anyone has the option of doing traffic school...do it. It's worth it. It was only 2 hours which was a perfect time period between my classes to do it in just one day. But, I wouldn't recommend trying to get a ticket in order to go to traffic school...it's not that much fun. But I am proud of myself for being a graduate of something this year. haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sd1yfuwSUyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/stNUqI3jYtQ/s1600-h/WebCam_20090407_2006.bmp"&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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sd1yfuwSUyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/stNUqI3jYtQ/s320/WebCam_20090407_2006.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322536224073863970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A proud graduate with a Traffic School Completion Certificate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-1867946869246324804?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/1867946869246324804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-graduate.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1867946869246324804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1867946869246324804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-graduate.html' title='I&apos;m a graduate...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sd1yfuwSUyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/stNUqI3jYtQ/s72-c/WebCam_20090407_2006.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-8522618585240206111</id><published>2009-04-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:23:37.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
noun&lt;/span&gt;-the period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the summer of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

So today something that I thought was pretty interesting happened. I was talking to one of my friends and told them what I was doing for the summer. This is basically what I said: "I'm going home ALL summer and I'm so excited. My plan is to not get a job and just hang out!" (Don't worry parents-I'll get some sort of a job)
BUT-this was the response. How can you stay at home for four months without going insane. And these are the pictures that flashed through my head while I was thinking of a response:




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOpqKlbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eX5HkvxgOOE/s1600-h/100_3952.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOpqKlbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eX5HkvxgOOE/s320/100_3952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427622927439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Road Trips!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOjs1JyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/X9Y-HR_kxdA/s1600-h/100_4004.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOjs1JyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/X9Y-HR_kxdA/s320/100_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427621328004898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frontier City!


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOeUpG_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fnxUiCNmaDw/s1600-h/DSCN0513.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOeUpG_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fnxUiCNmaDw/s320/DSCN0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427619884375026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finding things to do that get me in trouble...
even though I'm 20!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOAW3szI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GetDYfvkGxY/s1600-h/100_0291.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOAW3szI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GetDYfvkGxY/s320/100_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427611840656178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This dog &amp;amp; boy &amp;amp; boat!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBZZaUezI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CKUrVKz2Lu4/s1600-h/100_0078.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBZZaUezI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CKUrVKz2Lu4/s320/100_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426708032944946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th of July &amp;amp; bre &amp;amp; sunburns&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBZK-NiTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/T5zXvQG_xXU/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBZK-NiTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/T5zXvQG_xXU/s320/100_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426704156952882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
tubing!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBY4XkNBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RMI8C_MXeZ0/s1600-h/DSCN1548.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBY4XkNBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RMI8C_MXeZ0/s320/DSCN1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426699163022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drawing with chalk!!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBYrTR55I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ISwSwEvGitk/s1600-h/DSCN1442.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBYrTR55I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ISwSwEvGitk/s320/DSCN1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426695655384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the slide &amp;amp; the pool

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBYbu1CeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/POApOZ_58lo/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmBYbu1CeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/POApOZ_58lo/s320/DSCN1618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426691475966434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the boat &amp;amp; Jimmy John's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; SAMPSON!!

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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOxXssPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2-Zrlma6Jgg/s1600-h/DSCN0844.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOxXssPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2-Zrlma6Jgg/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427624997466354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course-daddy getting 1 year older!!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So to answer that question: I can never be bored at home. There is always something to do there! So if you're ever bored and want to do something fun, come to Oklahoma and we'll show you a good time!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-8522618585240206111?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/8522618585240206111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/8522618585240206111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/8522618585240206111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdmCOpqKlbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eX5HkvxgOOE/s72-c/100_3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-5678381087892793919</id><published>2009-04-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:44:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor phones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like your phone...don't trust it with me. Let's just say the Nuttall family doesn't have good history with phones, well-at least some of us! I'll admit that Taylor and Meredith are pretty good with their phones. Here's the life of Nuttall phone's that I can remember:
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Dad&lt;/span&gt;:
1 phone went into the "bunny hole" (courtesy of Alli)
another phone went on a little swim with him.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;:
1 phone fell into a cup of diet coke, at least it got that
&amp;amp; another got smashed in the car door.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lauren:
&lt;/span&gt;1 phone thrown into her computer, etc.
Trust me-Lauren probably goes through the most phones now,
but I don't really know what she does to them!!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:
&lt;/span&gt;1 phone tragically fell into the toilet,
1 got lost,
1 was left on the boat hitch &amp;amp; fell off, and got smashed,
1 went swimming,
1 got crushed by about 9 cars, etc.

I know this is sad...but I honestly don't know how many phones I've gone through. But no worries- I always have a trusty back up phone:

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sded4ImX81I/AAAAAAAAAGU/QF7LKfIhXp8/s1600-h/winter+2009+270.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sded4ImX81I/AAAAAAAAAGU/QF7LKfIhXp8/s320/winter+2009+270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320895072468202322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yah...be jealous!!

But here's the most recent story:

I was out last Saturday with my lovely grandpa. As I was putting his cadillac in my car I left my phone on top of my car(Horrible idea). About a mile later I realized I didn't have my phone. It was NOWHERE. So we were driving and then I see it in the middle of a crosswalk..where cars kept driving over it. It was sad. But I parked in a parking lot and grabbed it so I could at least get the sim card.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sdee1n2lWuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CfcevRRphXs/s1600-h/winter+2009+269.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sdee1n2lWuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CfcevRRphXs/s320/winter+2009+269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320896128829709026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So now I have two wonderful phones, one water damaged and one smashed, surely I can get at least one good phone out of that right!?
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-5678381087892793919?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/5678381087892793919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-phones.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5678381087892793919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/5678381087892793919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-phones.html' title='poor phones...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/Sded4ImX81I/AAAAAAAAAGU/QF7LKfIhXp8/s72-c/winter+2009+270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-768916578118005776</id><published>2009-04-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:35:05.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So usually I'm an extremely clean person, it's almost annoying sometimes. But a couple weeks ago I wasn't home at all! I would come in grab something, drop something off etc. So this is what it looked like(this is HORRIBLE for me!):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeZDfFXecI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9YEYxnCEOL8/s1600-h/winter+2009+263.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeZDfFXecI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9YEYxnCEOL8/s320/winter+2009+263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889769924196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeZ1Sfa9TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FfNQMX9AhgU/s1600-h/winter+2009+264.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeZ1Sfa9TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FfNQMX9AhgU/s320/winter+2009+264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320890625537275186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

But after this picture, it continually got worse. So one Saturday night I came home extremely late and knew I needed to clean, but I was just too exhausted. So I got in my bed and went right to sleep! Little did I know I left one too many drawers open on my dresser. At about 7:30 Sunday morning I stretched just a little, and all of a sudden I hear way too many noises coming from the end of my bed. And here is the end result:


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeaHqhwF7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wxlxTXrbTxk/s1600-h/winter+2009+271.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeaHqhwF7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wxlxTXrbTxk/s320/winter+2009+271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320890941227145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah...it was pretty bad. But don't worry, my room is now spotless as usual!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-768916578118005776?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/768916578118005776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/messes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/768916578118005776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/768916578118005776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/04/messes.html' title='Messes'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SdeZDfFXecI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9YEYxnCEOL8/s72-c/winter+2009+263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7241775125434390542</id><published>2009-02-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:12:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know all my posts have been venting lately, but school does that to me sometimes! This week I've been trying to get ahead for when my mom comes in next week. :) I was able to get my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons off at work which is a huge relief. I love feeling like a normal college student and staying on campus all day. Today was a really unusual day, here's the story.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up at 6:40 get to class on time at 8am. Going good so far! Then I start heading to my next class which doesn't start until 9:30 but I had a pounding headache. I then proceeded to walk home to get some tylenol. Next thing I know I wake up at 12:30 with my contacts out and basically just a huge mess. So I was able to make it to my last class-go me. Went to lunch with Mere at got back home at like 4:30. Then I start studying anatomy(story of my life) sitting on my couch. Then my roommate walks in at 6:30 and I woke up. Needless to say it was a weird day.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I go to open lab for a couple hours and start feeling really confident with the muscles! I have 2 more days before my midterm. So I decided around 9:30 I should take a break from anatomy lab so I moved onto anatomy lecture. I took my online quiz and got a 3 out of 5, what's really frustrating is I thought I only had 15 minutes, but it turns out I had 20. Great...THEN I go to do my lab midterm evaluation for 2 extra credit points. But of course, it was due last night at midnight, it's okay I guess I didn't need the extra credit points. False. Of all classes to miss extra credit points in anatomy is not the one to do it!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I guess that's life, I just need to pay attention more! But for now I'm trying to get through this week. Then my lab midterm will be over and my mom will be here!! That's always how it goes, really bad week and then a really good week. Now I just need to catch up on all my homework that I haven't done because of anatomy. Oh the insanity.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7241775125434390542?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7241775125434390542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7241775125434390542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7241775125434390542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4448987685188488266</id><published>2009-02-16T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:46:25.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattress Surfing</title><content type='html'>So I don't know if many people know this, but my family along with the Christie family has a bad obsession with mattress surfing(and the lake, &amp;amp; diet coke)!!
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SZowrvP5amI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dOvmmQeNHxs/s1600-h/s17803195_36870580_8934.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SZowrvP5amI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dOvmmQeNHxs/s320/s17803195_36870580_8934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303605039157832290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started when my mom was out of town, which is basically when all the fun happens. Just kidding!! I love my mom. When I was in high school my dad would always let me have people over and just have some fun parties. But only when my mom was gone could we play hide and seek in the dark....in the house. Let me tell you, that was an adventure. But the only casualty I can think of from playing that is a broken cup. I think that's worth the price for all the fun we had!!

But-one Saturday when my mom was gone my dad, Alli and I were cleaning Alli's room. She always has her bed out so both mattresses were on but we decided to move one upstairs. So after we carried it up the stairs it might've slipped and we might have just gone down the stairs on it. What a great accident!!

Now every Nuttall/Christie gathering we go mattress surfing. However, there was one problem this year. We took the mattresses up to Utah with Mere because she took the trundle bed. So the last day of Christmas vacation Kenny was gone all day searching around Oklahoma City for a cheap, twin mattress for mattress surfing. Mission accomplished. And boy was it cheap!! But it was fun while it lasted!!

So the reason why I thought of this story was because of my conversation with Alli tonight. She was telling me how all her friends came over for a project(She's only in the 3rd grade)!!! She mentioned that the hot tub wasn't working and she couldn't mattress surf, so it wasn't that fun. But then she told me why she couldn't go mattress surfing...
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SZoytB4fIwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SdNMs3udBhw/s1600-h/2009+005.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/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SZoytB4fIwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SdNMs3udBhw/s320/2009+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303607260363039490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
When she went sometime last week the spring popped out of that wonderful, cheap mattress and made a beautiful scratch all the way down the stairs. Oh well-we have to leave a mark in that house somehow!! We have the scratch on the stairs in this house and the broken door in the last house...and many more. Hopefully we'll find another new mattress before the next Nuttall/Christie Chrew gathering!!!

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So I love my dogs....I may have a bad obsession about them. I tried to upload a few of my million pictures of my puppies, but it wouldn't work. So here goes. I love my dogs, but I can't stand other peoples dogs...they just drive me crazy. They smell, they slobber and they just aren't for me. Even if it's a black lab like my black lab Gairnee, I just can't sit there and pet them all day. Weird, I know. 



Here are a couple examples: 

#1 Last week at work this lady brought in a bunch of her puppies, they were those really little expensive dogs. Just not my type, I was holding one and it just smelled and I couldn't stand it. But I had to sit there and hold the smelly thing because it would've been rude. But then another puppy peed on the other girl I worked with so I was able to give the dog back without looking to rude.


#2 My auntie Cal has the best dogs, Maggie and Zoe. I love those dogs, but I just can't sit there and pet them like I can with Sam and Gairnee(Sorry Cal!).


Maybe it's because I knew my dogs when they were cute little puppies. I remember when we got Gairnee in Scotland and she was just the cutest black lab. I know to eveyone else she's extremely annoying because of her barking...it gets pretty loud. But I always liked it because when it was just me and her alone, it gave me a warning when my parents came home so I could act like I was asleep. Haha-just kidding.


Then there's Sampson, the huge yellow lab my brother and I convinced my mom to get this summer. He is hilarious!!! That dog is huge but to me he'll always be a lap dog, I have a perfect picture to prove that...but they aren't loading. So sorry!!! And even better, today's Sam's birthday, well according to Alli! Today Sampson Valentine Nuttall is one, perfect name don't you think?!


There's my post about how obsessive I am with my dogs. Sorry if I don't like your dogs...it's just this weird thing for me...add it to the list!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7733218889622663986?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7733218889622663986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7733218889622663986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7733218889622663986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dogs.html' title='My dogs!!!'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SZovIppfvRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NJODYTM1y1U/s72-c/DSCN1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-1608558774352877126</id><published>2009-02-05T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:53:23.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent time...</title><content type='html'>Warning: This is basically a vent post-sorry.

This week=stress week.'

 I have been so overwhelmed this week because it's the first round of midterms...and I haven't even taken one test!! I took Tuesday off at work so I could study all day, it was so nice. I felt so prepared and on top of it. Wednesday night I decided to go take a break and see a movie(I saw Taken-really good movie!). That was fine except for when I got home I was overwhelmed, studied really late and ended up missing my first class. I hate missing class. I feel like if I miss class than I don't deserve a good grade at all. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want good grades!!

Today was very overwhelming. I had a great schedule to take a test today but then I realized how unprepared I am for this test. I could be prepared but on top of preparing for my 3 tests I have to study all the muscles for my anatomy lab tomorrow afternoon. So much to do!! So I figured I'll still be fine, study anatomy, go to lab, and then go take my comD test.

But I have a problem-I tell people I'll do something with them and then I end up telling multiple people i'll hang out/study/go to the gym/etc with them. Then I have to cancel and feel like such a flake. Apparently I told a few people I would go to a party with them this weekend...who was I kidding?! So once again I get to be a flake and cancel my social life for school-welcome to college.

Then there's roommates. I never knew it would be so hard!! One minute everything's fine and then everything's tense, which is probably just me this week since I'm so stressed. I love my roommates to death, they are the funniest girls. But sometimes I just have to go somewhere else with some other friends.

And one more-between all this craziness I completely forgot about my church calling. I was supposed to schedule a bunch of interviews for this week w/ my rs president...and I've done zero, yes zero. She called me tonight and then I realized...so horrible. Then I have to visit several apartments this week to get to know the girls...this weeks almost over!

So hopefully after tomorrow I'll get my life a little more in order...but for now I'm going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-1608558774352877126?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/1608558774352877126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1608558774352877126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1608558774352877126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Vent time...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-7560270923895654452</id><published>2009-01-31T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:14:15.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last night I went with my friends to the tumble gym in Springville for their ward activity. The tumble gym there is so fun, I went there all the time last year but had yet to go there this year. It's just a place with foam pits, trampolines, sumo wrestling suits aka a recipe for disaster. Now usually I'm the one that gets hurt, but I went with my friend who is even more accident prone than me. I jumped on the trampoline one time and then I saw everyone crowding around her while she was in the foam pit and couldn't get out. It turned out that she was jumping on the trampoline, jumped to high and went to far out so she hit her foot on the side of the foam pit. When she fell in the first counselor's daughter was right there and jumped out of the way right before megan went down, it was quit a show. But we get her out of the pit and then gave her some ice because I figured it couldn't be that bad...wrong. Here's the result of her hitting her foot:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SYSiO-XBgaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZHp5EdowgBY/s1600-h/megan%27s+poor+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SYSiO-XBgaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZHp5EdowgBY/s320/megan%27s+poor+foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297537439835980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you just look you think that's just her ankle, but the first bump is the swollen part and the second is her ankle...it was crazy! We didn't feel like we could do anything about it that late on a Friday night so we just went home watched Mulan and ate Chinese food....my best idea yet!
But she's at the doctor today and they said it's either a torn ligament or a fracture, i haven't heard the final word yet. Hopefully it's nothing to bad because she was hoping to run a marathon in april!
But that's probably a first where I didn't get hurt somehow, I was pretty proud of myself. And yes, it could've been because we were only at the place for 5 minutes...but it still counts!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-7560270923895654452?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/7560270923895654452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-dull-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7560270923895654452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/7560270923895654452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a dull moment!'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SYSiO-XBgaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZHp5EdowgBY/s72-c/megan%27s+poor+foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-310894653650641647</id><published>2009-01-28T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:23:55.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cooking days might just be over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an eventful weekend I had! First I almost die while snowboarding and then I almost burned down my apartment...
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On Sunday it was my turn to cook dinner, which was simple. But I decided to be nice and make a dessert since I had been in such a bad mood the whole week before. So I decided to make the delicious but easy to make orange rolls that my mom always used to make on Christmas morning(or I think she did!). So I made them and put them in the oven and took them out but they just weren't the same. They had NO flavor!! So later I looked in the oven and found all the flavor...it all dripped to the bottom of the oven. So I found out that the bundt pan I have doesn't hold liquids because it opens at the bottom, it's just really weird. Maybe I'll splurge and buy a new pan...but probably not.

So then I decided to be even nicer and clean up my mess. Earlier I had talked to Meredith on the phone and she was telling me how Lauren always used to do the self-clean on the oven. What a great idea-I won't even have to do anything!! WRONG. Here's a tip....before you turn the self-clean on for your oven try to clean it as much as possible...or you will have the experience that I had.
We were about to watch a movie when I looked in the kitchen and saw TONS of smoke. So I immediately grabbed a towel and opened the door while my roommate took the batteries out of the smoke detector. Who knew there would be so much smoke!

We inhaled a lot of smoke...but my roommates always find a way to make everything fun:
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So after 30 minutes of being firefighters we got the smoke to a reasonable amount but had to leave the windows open all night so it wouldn't take over the apartment!! So this last picture is me, "the culprit" cleaning up the mess in the oven after trying to self clean...I will now always clean the oven by myself, I should've known to never trust something that says it will self-clean!!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-310894653650641647?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/310894653650641647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cooking-days-might-just-be-over.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/310894653650641647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/310894653650641647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cooking-days-might-just-be-over.html' title='My cooking days might just be over...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SYE8nMFR2sI/AAAAAAAAADc/hDCx9dk1tO0/s72-c/n516823769_1291645_6342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-4678399590350111386</id><published>2009-01-24T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:28:56.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me before Snowboarding:
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXuRgRyCEbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QtqvmzdHniU/s1600-h/DSCN2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXuRgRyCEbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QtqvmzdHniU/s200/DSCN2472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294985770619244978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today Mere and I woke up early to go snowboarding up in Brighton. I haven't been snowboarding for a year, but I didn't think it would be that bad. So of course starting out I was excited and extremely motivated....then came my first run down the mountain. It took us forever!!! I had finally got it but Mere's board was bad because she had just bought it and was testing it out. So there's the first run. By the second run I decided that once again I would try to learn how to carve, and I was starting to get it. Then we went higher and I felt extremely confident. So i'm going down slowly learning to carve, going over some little jumps and had some crazy wipeouts. I'm pretty sure I did a triple flip at one point...all I know is my eye started twitching after a few of those falls on my head. So after a couple more face plants and flips I decided I was done. We didn't stay as long as I was planning on, but that's ok...I don't think my head could've taken anymore wipeouts!! But in a few weeks I'm hopefully going snowboarding with my friend so hopefully I'll heal from my injuries that I got today.  So today was good overall, but by the end of the day I was wiped out...as you can see by my picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXuTODFMc4I/AAAAAAAAACY/yuvGA5dWXoQ/s1600-h/DSCN2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXuTODFMc4I/AAAAAAAAACY/yuvGA5dWXoQ/s200/DSCN2478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294987656458695554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-4678399590350111386?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/4678399590350111386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/insanity.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4678399590350111386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/4678399590350111386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/insanity.html' title='Oh the Insanity'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXuRgRyCEbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QtqvmzdHniU/s72-c/DSCN2472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871976276780790614.post-1272720611940568950</id><published>2009-01-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:29:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I succumbed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I gave in. After months of people bugging me to start blogging, I decided I might as well do it. I tried to do something creative with the name and stuff, but I'm just not that creative! My friend Amy has been bugging me to get a blog so we sat together to figure out what I could blog about. We'll see how good it goes. Enjoy reading my blog that will hopefully be updated again! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871976276780790614-1272720611940568950?l=adnuttall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/feeds/1272720611940568950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-succumbed.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1272720611940568950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871976276780790614/posts/default/1272720611940568950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adnuttall.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-succumbed.html' title='I succumbed...'/><author><name>Adrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235486372503716969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHMnxeGa3jk/SXq8ORIe_JI/AAAAAAAAABU/VP028rR39Vc/S220/n1056510234_30141340_7910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
