tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90953192316669476592024-02-21T00:03:57.677-07:00Keara LeiA Little About Me and My Life.Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-26470424424866541692012-08-14T23:17:00.002-06:002012-08-14T23:17:47.929-06:00My new best friend.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Recently I was introduced to <span style="font-size: large;">dry shampoo</span>. I don't know how I lived with out it before. Especially during all my crazy roll-out-of-bed college mornings when I didn't have time to shower. I no longer will have to deal with it! This stuff is <span style="font-size: large;">AMAZING</span>. It has so many benefits already- not only does it make the oil in my hair not noticeable, but it also adds volume and texture to it! So my curls look <span style="font-size: large;">GREAT</span> and full of body, even after not showering for a couple days. Sounds to good to be true, right? And, another great thing is now I don't have to wash my hair as often, which we all know is better for you hair! I'm hoping mine will be able to retain more moisture now and not be as dry, which will hopefully create less split ends which will hopefully let my hair grow longer faster. See where I'm going with this?? <i>Seriously people</i>. Dry shampoo is the best thing I've found since <i>Harry Potter</i>. And THAT is saying something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I bought the brand <span style="font-size: large;">"So Gorge</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">ous" </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">Volume Renewing Dry Shampoo</span></i> from Sally's. Its in a big shiny red bottle. I think it is a generic version of Big Sexy Hair, but I'm not positive. All I know is I would marry it if I could. So do your hair a favor and go buy a bottle today. Your hair will love you forever. And you wont have to shower your hair as much. Win win in my book haha.</span></div>
Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-44134423324093193342012-08-05T14:22:00.001-06:002012-08-05T14:22:17.669-06:00Just became addicted to.......downloading new fonts on my computer! Oh my, it may be my new biggest hobby haha. Its so cool. They have a font for everything- from Tangled to Disney to Transformers to LORD OF THE RINGS to HARRY POTTER to Adam's Family to Nightmare Before Christmas to Spiderman to A Bug's Life to Bewitched! And plus tons of cute "normal" ones, except there really isn't anything normal about them. If you haven't tried downloading fun, free, new fonts to your computer, I highly recommend it haha. And don't be weirded out if you get a typed letter in the mail from me... I need an excuse to use my new fonts! Do you think my professors will let me type my papers in a Harry Potter font...? haha :) If only I could figure out how to use the fonts on here....Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-32463290501511326452012-06-21T13:11:00.002-06:002012-06-21T13:11:25.156-06:00**** Crickets Chirping ****<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wow. I've posted like two posts in the last year and a half. Awesome. Haha. Well here is what is new with me! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm currently working for their <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Summer Program</span>, which gives kids with special needs opportunities to make fun memories while out of school like other kids their age get to do. Its so fun to see them having fun. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So pretty much I am paid to play with kids all day haha. Its great. We do lots of fun things, like go to parks, go to movies, go bowling, and we go swimming twice a week. Chances are I'll be a nice golden brown by the end of this summer! And the kids are so cute! I love them already. A couple of them can be frustrating when they get super confrontational, but some of them are the most adorable kids you'll ever meet and it is so rewarding working with them! Its been a blast and I've only been working for two weeks! I can't wait for all the other fun things we get to do with these kids :)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm also pretty busy with two new callings in Church! I was really surprised when my new Bishop at the YSA here in Daybreak called me in to give me not one, but <b>TWO</b>, fairly large callings. In the past when I have come home for the summer. I haven't been very involved in the YSA ward calling-wise. I figured they thought it wasn't worth giving me a calling when I'd only be there for a few months!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But my new Bishop thought differently I guess! He called me to be a </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm pretty nervous about both of them, not gonna lie! They both put me out of my comfort zone,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I don't know why, but I <b>hate</b> talking in front of big groups of people. And this gospel doctrine class EASIlY has 75 people in it, probably more. And they are all older, too. And more experienced... haha I guess you can say that I am feeling <b>super inadequate</b> when it comes to me </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">BUT, ironically, I have been hoping for a teaching calling. Why, do you ask? Because I'm going to school to be a flipping teacher! Haha and I have realized that my <i>crippling shyness and fear of being in front of people</i> is going to be a problem when I graduate and start teaching high school in a year... so really this is probably the perfect calling to help me break out of that. I guess I was hoping more along the lines of Relief Society teacher though haha- only half the people and I don't have worry about "impressing" guys either! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Stupid boys...)</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh well, I'll live. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My first lesson that I am teaching is this Sunday.... There's a pretty good chance that I may pass out when I stand up there. Thankfully Casey is in the ward and he will be there to give me some much needed emotional support. And he better flippin' comment! haha. I just really hope it all runs smoothly... and that people don't think I'm a horrible teacher and shun me from the ward... haha. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**Dont worry. I'm trying to overcome all of my irrational fears.**</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As for my dating life.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Nonexistent</span>. I'll leave it at that.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, that's it for my life as of today... Haha hopefully this catches the one person who reads my blog up-to-date with my life!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have a <b>great</b> day! :)</span></div>
<br />Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-15867405176292006432011-12-06T15:50:00.000-07:002011-12-06T15:50:39.314-07:00Dumbledore Oil Painting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1BDvkvIrLwXq6MerjAXU2zlkuvsiIQaCoThkrcDtYgeXhsfC3TjqgY96pCCy1f4h-5P6plpOO92Cy1bt5tnMmvU2qTpt1fa1cXeupdr38LYNRIZr5IxbXWeknmOX4Upy-n1WHVHUrDbW/s1600/IMG_0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1BDvkvIrLwXq6MerjAXU2zlkuvsiIQaCoThkrcDtYgeXhsfC3TjqgY96pCCy1f4h-5P6plpOO92Cy1bt5tnMmvU2qTpt1fa1cXeupdr38LYNRIZr5IxbXWeknmOX4Upy-n1WHVHUrDbW/s320/IMG_0519.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>So this semester I am auditing a Painting 1 class. I couldn't actually sign up for the class since I haven't taken any of the Art prerequisites, but the teacher is letting me sit in. Its been a blast! The last painting we had to turn in had to be a portrait in an interior of some sort. It took me DAYS to figure out what I wanted to paint, but i finally did! And its MAGICAL (pun intended). Lets just say I took my Harry Potter obsession to a whole new level! Here it is!Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-591326746283927602011-01-07T00:55:00.000-07:002011-01-07T00:55:29.253-07:00I really wish I could Apparate..<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, as in most of the time, I want to be in two places at once. Usually those two places are my home in South Jordan and my home in Logan. I love them both so much, and there are people in both places that I want to be with all the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dang that two hour drvie....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The nerd in me wishes everyday that I could apparate like in Harry Potter. I mean, seriously, how cool would that be??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thats all.</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-59266982792115142212011-01-02T23:05:00.000-07:002011-01-02T23:05:49.472-07:00New Year's Eve 2010<div style="text-align: center;">Me and a few of my friends decided to throw together a last minute New Year's Eve party. It ended up being AWESOME. There was a pretty good turnout. It was fun to see some of my friends I haven't seen in awhile, and to see my friends I see a lot :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had Elk steak and Moose jerky - compliments of Jeremy G. and Ken. And a whole bunch of other snacks. Then we played a ton of games, but we had to split into two groups to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ken also brought a word search that his cousin made for him ten years ago. He hasn't finished it and was hoping to get some help. The word search is huge- it is 1,000 words and I think, if I remember correctly, that there are 23, 760 letters, give or take a couple hundred. And they are smart words- I bet half of them I don't even know, they're like scientists and stuff. I am starting to think his cousin is a genius. I got a little overwhelmed, so I made a goal of finding one a year. I found one word in time for 2010, and I found another word I'm counting for 2011 haha.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">At midnight we went outside- from my porch we could see fireworks going off all over the valley. It was cool. We tried to sled down a pathetic hill, but it didn't work, we just got really cold. Then we went inside and found a game all of us could play (one of my all time favorites) - SIGNS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone got super into it and we had a blast! I love that game. Chelsey, Megan and I play it all the time up at school, so we are pretty good at passing our signs back and forth really fast which makes the game really fun. Andee's husband, Tyson, giggled like a girl through the whole thing- haha it was the best.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think we ended that game around 2 o'clock in the morning when some of the people started to leave. The rest of us sat around and talked for a couple more hours. For some strange, unknown reason, Chelsey, Megan and I had a sit up competition at 3:30 in the morning. CHelsey and I tied (I guess... But really, I won... haha). We both did 55 sit ups. Then we just leaned back at forty five degree angles. I think I won that one. And I think I won the planks too... haha who knows. It was too late to do anything like that. We're crazy. My abs finally started to get sore today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Around four all the boys finally left and us girls could get ready for our sleepover. Except we didn't. We ended up talking til 5:30 in the morning. Again- we were crazy.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">But it was probably the funnest New Year's Eve party I've been to in awhile! Soooooo much fun. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I love all of my friends :)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-64262090015809320062011-01-02T21:13:00.000-07:002011-01-02T23:09:42.188-07:00Week of Weddings!<div style="text-align: center;">Four of my friends were married this week! Two different couples: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Taisa & Andrew and Amanda & Preston.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Taisa and Andrew were married on Tuesday, December 28. Taisa was my roommate this year, so by default, Andrew was too haha. We got to be really close, and I'll miss Taisa. Our other roommate, Jordan, is also moving out and I'll miss her a ton. My camera battery died so I didn't get any pictures at the wedding. But I stole one from Chelsey :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friends Amanda and Preston were married on Wednesday, December 29. Preston lived in my dorm building freshman year. Megan, Amanda's twin, was my roommate. But Amanda and Preston didn't ever meet until after Preston got home from his mission and went to a party at Chelsey's house (go Chels!!) and the rest is history! Amanda is in my major, so we've gotten to be pretty close while bonding over our math nerdiness. I was lucky enough to be one of her bridesmaids too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Again, I had to steal pictures from Chelsey... haha</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. & Mrs. Lamb!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of the bridesmaids!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best friends!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Megan caught the bouquet!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so happy for all of my friends! You are all wonderful! Congrats!!</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-71134258425377877502010-12-24T23:13:00.000-07:002010-12-24T23:13:04.425-07:00Final Grades/Christmas BreakSo I did way better in school this semester than I thought. Its pretty awesome! I got a 3.83 GPA! I got A's in Discrete Math, Calculus 3 and English and a B+ in my Stats 5200 class. (I was SOOOO close to an A... almost had a 4.0) But I am still pretty stoked!!<br />
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This break has been pretty nice so far! Really boring sometimes but really relaxing. I always kind of go through a little bit of an identity crisis at the end of each semester. I don't know what to do with myself with all my homework and studying done. But hey, I am DEFINATELY not complaining!<br />
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I've also gone on a couple of dates with a really cute boy :) All i'm going to say is <em>butterflies</em>. And that I suck at dating. I'm always super insecure about everything. Andee, I'm going to publicly appolgize for bothering you like a 16 year old girl. Ha. But, I wont say anything more until I have more to tell.<br />
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Tomorrow I get to talk to Casey!! I'm so excited! I miss him a ton. He's my buddy, and I get so bored at home with him gone. But he gets home in like 7 months! Yay :)Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-78251929193408331482010-12-18T14:14:00.000-07:002010-12-18T14:14:44.689-07:00The Mall<div style="text-align: center;">Let's go to the mall, everybody!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, yesterday I went to the mall with Andee to get a tie for my brother for his Christmas present (boring, I know, but what else do missionaries need?) and guess what?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lady from the mall customer services came up to us and gave us both free $20 gift certificates and told us thanks for shopping at the mall during the Hollidays! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Awesome!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the best part is my gift certificate is to Forever 21, which is like my favorite store. So great.</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-63744207672913923832010-12-16T12:30:00.000-07:002010-12-16T12:32:16.487-07:00Rockin' It<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Guess who totally rocked Multivariable Calculus this semester?!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ME!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got an <span style="font-size: large;">A</span> and I am super stoked!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was a pretty good semester - So far I know I also got 107% on my Discrete Math final project, so I think I'll get an A in that class too. Pretty Awesome!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">More to come, as soon as I find out my other final grades!!!</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-35788716216378429542010-11-29T16:47:00.000-07:002010-11-29T16:47:54.965-07:00Fun with Friends<div style="text-align: center;">So, I don't know if you guys know this, but I really like you. You're all pretty awesome. I really enjoy my friends. I miss them when I cant be around them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This last week I was able to see a lot of my friends because of the long break for Thanksgiving. It was nice. I got to see my "Sizzler friends" Stephanie, Lindsay and Francescia. We went to lunch and talked for like 2 hours, and then we went to the mall. We are each others best and worst shopping partners... We all LOVE to shop and spend money, so we enjoy going with each other, but we also convince each other to buy everything so we always spend too much when we're with each other. But I love those guys :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also went to lunch with my friends Andee and Kati. It was nice to catch up. And Andee is PREGNANT! So thats really exciting :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also went to dinner and a movie with Andee and her husband Tyson. I wasn't cool enough to have a date haha. Tyson was kind enough to point that out. However, Andee has now taken it as her responsibilty to get me dating..... haha its good, I guess, because I really need to start getting out of my shy bubble and dating, but I like to complain about it. But I think this will help. Haha thanks Andee, for watching out for my eternal well-being.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night was our Sunday night "Game Night." However, it just ended up being me, Chelsey, Megan, Kyle and Jake ad instead of playing games we just talked about a ton of random things, from really really weird to very deep topics. Haha it was great. I like to just talk with my friends. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, we made a new texting rule. Spread it like wildfire because we really want it to stick- we were all talking about how much we hate texting, and that when you do text, the tone that you mean to convey never comes across the right weay, expecially when you are sarcastic. Since I am the QUEEN of sarcasm, I really struggle with this problem. So, we decided that when you say something sarcastic through text, that you suround it with the ~ symbol, kind of like using quotes. Example: ~I LOVE to text.~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, this sentence could have been interpreted literally (heaven forbid) and people would have assumed that I really DO love to text, when actually its quite the opposite. Now, with the introduction of the new ~ symbol, we'll never have that problem again! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I should share this, just in case I use it in a text and you're kind of confused....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Thank you my friends, for being my friends. You're all</div><div style="text-align: center;">AWESOME!!! </div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2968093863516648322010-11-29T16:28:00.000-07:002010-11-29T16:30:18.895-07:00Halloween!<div style="text-align: center;">So this is VERY overdue. Oh well. That's the story of my blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">This year for Halloween Chelsey and I decided that we didn't want to waste time at the stinky, sweaty Howl dance up on campus, and that a party would be more fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And IT WAS!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had some pretty sweet decorations and we made a ton of food, and we had punch with dry ice for an awesome effect.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We played a lot of "Minute to Win It" games. Haha I suck at most of them. Bouncing pencils on their erasers into a jar is impossible. At least when I try.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After the games a massive dance party broke out. It started inside, but then our friend Tyler pulled his car around to our back patio so we could hook the iPod into his nice set-up. It started to get pretty legit from here on out. The music was loud, we were loud.... and we ended up getting shut down by our managers before the cops were called on us. Haha. I was pretty proud of our party. We even had word of mouth- people were showing up that we had no idea who they were. Pretty sweet party, eh?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Costumes were a MUST! Here are some of the awesome pics:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chelsey was "Storm" from X-Men</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brittany was someone from Farscape (?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was Dorothy from Wizard of Oz</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haha we had 2 people come as Katniss from the Hunger Games! Megan as the "Arena" Katniss and Ben as "The Girl on Fire" Katniss.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were a lot of other great costumes, but I'm too lazy to wait for them to load haha. But we had a BLAST!!</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-39513966481290052272010-10-04T16:26:00.000-06:002010-10-04T16:26:08.843-06:00My New Calling<div style="text-align: center;">So... My new calling in Church is a Family Home Evening "Mom."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am now a "mother" to <strong><span style="font-size: large;">28</span></strong> wonderful "children." Ha.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and my "Husband" are in charge of FHE every 1st and 3rd Monday of the month. Today is the third time we are in charge of it. I can't get ahold of my so-called husband, so I have no idea what we'll be doing in two and a half hours. I've already run out of ideas. Pathetic, eh? I have no clue how I'll keep that many people entertained twice a month for the rest of the school year...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">....So....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's where you come in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Hopefully..)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you please give me <span style="font-size: large;">ANY</span> ideas for a fun FHE?</div><div style="text-align: center;">It can be anything, as long as its cheap. We dont have a budget from the ward, so its all out of our pockets. But if you remember a certain FHE that you liked, PLEASE let me know! I'm pretty desprate here. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks guys!!!</span></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-33272032201953833082010-08-05T01:12:00.000-06:002010-08-05T01:12:51.396-06:00My Scholarship Story<div style="text-align: center;">So, I thought that I should FINALLY post about this, since it's kind of</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>HUGE!!!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been putting it off because this is a long story, but its definitely worth telling, even if it's a month late.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, after Spring semester in 2009, my 2 year academic scholarship from USU was up. I was going to start applying, but i was going to China and and had <em>forever</em> to start applying.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course, me being the procrastinator that I am, never applied for a new one. When I got back from China, I was kinda like, oh crap.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's when my mom and I started looking everywhere for new scholarships. We figured there had to be a scholarship for people with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and we spent hours upon hours looking up different scholarships online.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One Sunday I had just come back from spending Spring Break in Moab. I was really sick of driving, so I didn't want to drive all the way back to Logan that day too, so I stayed at my parents house and was going to drive back up in the morning. When I woke up it was snowing (of course) so my mom and I thought we'd look at scholarships while we were waiting for the road to clear. Out of no where, we found a scholarship for EXACTLY what we had been looking for. A pharmaceutical company called UCB was giving away 30 $10,000 scholarships to people with Rheumatoid Arthritis. When my mom and I saw this we couldn't believe it. It was perfect. Then we noticed something. Something <em>really</em> bad. We had missed the deadline. The scholarship applications were supposed to be turned in the previous Friday. We had <em>barely</em> missed it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom didn't want to give up, so she decided to call the number on the site and see if there was any way we could still send in the application. The lady on the phone had really good news- they had decided to extend the applications for one more week!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We both had to scramble to start getting everything ready. I had to write a 2 page essay on how I have tried to reach past the boundaries of my Rheumatoid Arthritis, and live my life to the fullest. I also had to have two letters of recommendation, a Doctor's note with my diagnosis, a picture of myself and the application filled out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, my week was crazy. I was able to get a letter from my Aerobics teacher, and also from my favorite Professor at school, my Differential Equations & Linear Algebra teacher Professor Bornholdt. He wrote an AMAZING letter. I really don't thing you could get a better one than the one he wrote for me. I also finished my essay, and it turned out perfect due to my technical writing major friend Brittany, who edited and arranged everything so it was at its best.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My only problem was that my mom had all of my medical records, and she was in South Jordan, and I was in Logan. So my mom drove up to Logan to bring my my Doctor's note and to finish putting everything together. Before she came up I realized that my mom had written on the back of the scholarship application. Of course I didn't want to turn that one in, so I got back online to print out a new one. I looked all over the entire site, and there was no longer a link to print the application. I called my mom, panicking, and she said she would call again and see if there was some way to print off a new one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is where the story starts to get good. My mom calls, and a lady answers. My mom explains our situation, and asks if there is anyway to get a new application. The lady says that it isn't a problem at all, that she can email it to us. So, while she is emailing it, my mom strikes up a conversation with her. For those of you who know my mom, you know that she does this with everyone. Normally, it really bugs me. But this time, I was very thankful. It turns out that the lady on the phone was quite the talker, and she and my mom had a lengthy half hour conversation about our family, and her family. This lady (who is from South Carolina) couldn't believe that my mom had 5 kids, and that one had RA and one was autistic. All she had was a 3 year old daughter, who was more than enough work. By the end of all this talking, the lady asked if she could get my name. My mom said sure, and told her and spelled out my name for her. The lady then goes on to say that her name is Amy, and that she is actually the President of the company, and that she rates the applications from best to worst so that the panel who chooses doesn't have to go through the 100's of applicants. She said she probably shouldn't answer the phones, because she tends to become biased towards those she had talked to and rate them higher. (This is sounding better by the minute) She then says that she will keep an eye out for my application!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, my mom comes up and we're both very excited about the phone call. We get all of my application stuff together and send it in the mail. And then we wait. And wait. And wait.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And wait.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And wait some more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After three months of waiting, June FINALLY get excited, because if I didn't win, I REALLY didn't want to have my hopes high. I mean, what if my letter just got lost in the mail, and June 30th comes and I hadn't received a letter or a call?? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Which, by the way, is something that would totally happen to me.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On the morning of June 30th, I couldn't even think straight I was so nervous. I knew the phone call would becoming from Georgia, and that they were 2 hours ahead of us. So I figured I should be getting the call by 3:00 that day if i was going to get one. Nine o'clock rolls by, ten o'clock, eleven, twelve, one, one thirty, two.... By this point I was an emotional wreck, I'm not going to lie. I wanted this scholarship SO BAD. If I didn't get it, I wasn't going to be able to go back to school in the fall because neither me or my parents would be able to afford the tuition. I was SO nervous. I couldn't understand why I hadn't had a phone call or a letter, and I was so afraid that my worst fears were coming true, and that my letter really was lost in the mail. On top of that, I had to be in to work at 3:30, and I wasn't looking forward to selling shoes while my whole world was balancing on a stupid phone call. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By two thirty I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to know, because if I didn't get the scholarship I some how had to get over it and cope before I went to work. So I had my mom call the number again. Of course, Amy picks up. My mom goes on to say that her daughter had applied and that she hadn't received a letter or a phone call, and that we were curious to know the outcome. Amy asks what the applicant's name was, and my mom says "its Keara Brady."</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Insert cute southern accent here)</span></div><br />
Amy: "Oh! Mrs. Brady! I was so hoping you would call!"<br />
Mom:: "Hi Amy. I was hoping we would get to talk again too! Is there any way we can find out about Keara? She's just dying here waiting to find out."<br />
Amy: "Oh shoot. Shoot, shoot."<br />
Mom: "What??"<br />
Amy: "Oh shoot. I'm not supposed to say. Oh shoot!"<br />
Mom: "You can't tell us?"<br />
Amy: "Oh shoot. Oh, well, don't tell Keara, but, SHE WON! I was so hoping she would! But don't tell Keara! I told the committee that I really liked her, and I was really pulling for her to win, and when I found out she did I was just so happy! But, don't tell Keara!"<br />
Mom: "She is sitting right in front of me!<br />
Amy: "She's there??"<br />
Mom: "Yes, she's sitting right across from me, reading everything that goes across my face."<br />
Amy: "Oh shoot! Well... okay, well... oh shoot! Just tell her, and give her a big hug for me!"<br />
Mom: (to me) "Keara, you won!!"<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right here I burst into tears, I was so happy and emotional from all the stress.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, I WON!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy went on to tell us that when I do receive the phone call, that I had to act really surprised, because the man that calls is the one who gives the actual money away, and calling and telling the people that they had won was his favorite part, and hearing how excited they were.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, at 3:20 when I FINALLY received the call, I played my part, Maybe too well, because the guy said that if I was driving, I should pull over, haha. He also told me about the awards banquet that they are having during the first weekend of November in Atlanta, Georgia, and that they will fly me and one person out, all expenses paid.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, me and of course my mom will be going. And we will get to meet Amy. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This scholarship really was SUCH a blessing. When I applied for it back in March, I didn't even realize HOW badly I would need this scholarship. I mean, yeah $10,000 sounded really nice then, but I didn't realize how much my life would change months that would cause me have no way of paying for my schooling. I am SO THANKFUL. This was a testimony builder for me that the Lord really does look out for us, and has a plan for us. He watches out for us before we even know we need to be watched out for. I know He has a plan for me, and He will help me succeed on the path that He has laid out for me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And trust me, there is<strong> NO WAY</strong> I'm wasting this amazing blessing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-34898042367328192482010-07-28T16:56:00.000-06:002010-07-28T16:58:08.749-06:00Silly Parker<div style="text-align: center;">So, Parker is my 8 year old brother. He is autistic, and can be <em>very</em> funny.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5GAtp3ZNzE6q-r75Ijj52Xh4-jamGDiJQ0NOg3dvMzV7Ow1dbWVIaOlAlC8g2iUzYknw3Xw0mTFhRBR_UdZdfNvCFdCWvHNISkGWMKmPWBRtoWLHMtmMs8yfVffcKeiaqBpeoNAePkvR/s1600/IMG_0614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5GAtp3ZNzE6q-r75Ijj52Xh4-jamGDiJQ0NOg3dvMzV7Ow1dbWVIaOlAlC8g2iUzYknw3Xw0mTFhRBR_UdZdfNvCFdCWvHNISkGWMKmPWBRtoWLHMtmMs8yfVffcKeiaqBpeoNAePkvR/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is one of the most recent conversations that had me giggling:</div><blockquote>Parker: "Keara, what school do you go to?"</blockquote><blockquote>Me: "Utah State University."<br />
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Parker: "Do you go to Eagle Gate College?"<br />
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Me: "Nope, I go to Utah State."<br />
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Parker: "Do you go to Stevens Henager College?"<br />
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Me: "Nope."<br />
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Parker: "Well, why?!? Thats the best school!"<br />
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Me: "How come?"<br />
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Parker: "<em>Because</em>, when you start you get a laptop, and when you graduate its <em>yours</em>!"*<span style="font-size: x-small;">(*Insert "Keara, you're an idiot" tone)</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">He totally repeated the commercial word for word. It was just so random and unexpected. I love it when he does such funny stuff. He's a pretty cool kid.</div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-48696615053206430232010-07-19T01:37:00.000-06:002010-07-19T01:37:06.306-06:00Gleek!So, my dear friend Stephanie told me I had to watch Glee. I've heard a lot about it, but I've never gotten around to watching it. Well, it turns out they have started replaying the old series every Thursday night, and I happened to watch the very first one, and.....<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I am a "<strong><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gleek</span></strong>."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ4OpvoMA1MXifs24eGAcGNh45UKpgsz-f1P03hG2xUVgaDVLy0ViyYNQfXRUDurLFucZN8qSlkKlxfhxgwID2r5H8-x8oMGKIyHfLmyXS_hjTIfEp1PCyCfnFtmO-lN0qD2tdcb9hkUd/s1600/glee-thumb-299x398-120696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ4OpvoMA1MXifs24eGAcGNh45UKpgsz-f1P03hG2xUVgaDVLy0ViyYNQfXRUDurLFucZN8qSlkKlxfhxgwID2r5H8-x8oMGKIyHfLmyXS_hjTIfEp1PCyCfnFtmO-lN0qD2tdcb9hkUd/s320/glee-thumb-299x398-120696.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I LOVE it. Last Thursday's episode was so funny. Sue Sylvester <span style="font-size: x-small;">(If you dont watch the series, Sue is the woman in the picture)</span> makes my laugh SO HARD. The whole show does. The script is just fantastic, and the characters are hillarious. And every week I get chills from the music. I love getting that feeling! I just cannot get enough, and I wish I didn't have to wait for it every Thursday.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you want to start watching it, do! Go to </span><a href="http://www.hulu.com/"></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">and they have the first 5 episodes already up, and they post an episode every week after it airs on TV!</span></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-16210148851673315452010-07-18T23:56:00.000-06:002010-07-19T00:20:36.486-06:00PaylessSo. All I wanted this summer was to find a job that I could just go to, do all of my work, do that work well, put my hours in, and leave.
While trying to find a job, my dad told me that when he was younger, he realized this: that it doesnt matter what you do for work, you just have to think about it this way- that you are trading one package for another. So that was my theory for this summer. It didn't matter where I worked. I just want to work so I can trade it for the better package- moving back to school this fall.
All seemed great when I was hired at payless. I mean, it SHOES for crying out loud. My most favorite things in the world. So I thought, "Hmmmm. This is a nice a package." Well, I didnt realize that I would be working with ALL GIRLS.
Most of the time I would like to believe that I like most people, and I'm not too critical and I am pretty excepting of people. So, at work, I'm nice to everyone. I dont really care if what they are talking about isn't my most favorite topic of conversation. After all, I'm just here so I can return to Logan. And when I first started there, it was nice.
But. Then I realized all of the girls are huge gossipers. And they all say that I can't go and tell 'so-and-so' anything, because she will tell everyone what I said, and that she causes "so much drama." And, lo and behold, that same girl is the one telling everyone everything. Its really annoying. And on top of all that, there are all these previous grudges everyone already has with everyone else. So, most of the time at work, I have to listen to the other girl tell me all of the horrible things she hates about all the other girls that work there, and the next night I listen to it all over again from a different girl. This is hard, because I dont want their gossip to change my opinion of the other girls, I want the girls to all have the chance to show me who they are, and not just go by what other people have told me. I'm trying really hard not to remember anything ANYONE tells me, and remained unbiased. And the whole time I have to keep telling myself "USU. USU. USU." And, I dont want to get caught up in ANY of it, because all I want to do is put in my hours and earn my money. So, while I'm listening to all these other girls complain about everyone and everything, I try and be cordial and nice. I thought that this would be fine, but now they all think I am their friend, and JUST their friend. And its SO ANNOYING. UGH. I seriously feel like its middle school all over agian. I guess some of the girls are still in high school, but still... why can't they just come and do their work? That's all anybody is asking of them.
And part of Eclipse keeps popping into my head, where Bella tells Edward that she is Switzerland. One day I may just explode and tell all the girls that I am Switzerland, too. That I'm not choosing any sides, and that I am everyones friend, no matter if they dont like each other. One day...
So, the majority of my duties at work seem to be peer counseling. I'm trying to slowly retrain all of these girls' thinking habbits into nicer ones. Hopefully it works. And meanwhile, if I have a glazed over look, its because I'm having to remind myself how awesome it will feel when I get to move back to Utah State. Five more weeks, five more weeks......Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-84894931827501600432010-06-17T16:00:00.000-06:002010-06-17T16:06:30.351-06:00Finally!I FINALLY found a JOB!
I got hired at Payless today. Very exciting. Since I love shoes SO MUCH, I'll LOVE going to work everyday! Haha I'm excited to sell shoes. Even if it is only a minimum wage job. Good news though, there is a Payless in Logan, so hopefully I can transfer when I move back to school.
Some of you may be thinking, "Keara working in a shoe store = BAD IDEA" and I dont really blame you. They told me that once a month I get 50% of a pair of shoes, and the rest of the time I get 30% off. So, it is going to be VERY tempting. BUT. I have to pay for my housing and schooling next year, so I have A LOT to save up for. I'll just have to keep that in mind. But, you might have to remind me... :DKearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-25560580882880717002010-05-31T20:48:00.000-06:002010-06-01T15:49:43.036-06:00Memorial Day Campout<div align="center">This weekend I went <span style="font-size:130%;">CAMPING</span>! </div>
<div align="center">I love to camp, as does my entire family. Its the best ever. My mom's side of the family are camping enthusiasts, and they have camping down to a perfection. We go around 5 times a summer with them, and it never gets old.</div>
<div align="center">I have a few cousins around my age, and we play cards ALL DAY. Seriously, if you want to play a good game of scum, come hang out with me and my cousins.</div>
<div align="center">We also have amazing dutch oven cooking the whole time. My dad is an amazing dutch oven cooker. Its the best! I probably gain 5 pounds every time we camp, the food is so good.</div>
<div align="center">My uncles also know how to make quite the campfire. If its not too hot to stand around, we laugh for hours at each other, all in good fun of course.</div>
<div align="center">We also go fishing, four wheeling, horseback riding, cliff jumping and my anut Kerri supplies fun crafts. I just love summer (and hate winter) because I get to go camping. Its wonderful!!</div>
<div align="center">And, I think, a family that camps together, stays together!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477634990817043954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dRWoOZ4SLG9GukwocnsFz5Jz14Tr6T1e1fbdNndZs2jIYQ8_XMNnOwlMb1XAp9aA0tqn8uA2RnKQZX1biwsFwN1jG9wY80ssPnOgCn-Y-MwUIvs5bCX1gPNKE7SICVAvJ17IxLbaIdy7/s320/Jewkes+Reunion-10.jpg" /></div><div align="center">(Above, my cousins Alex and Tanner cliff jumping, and below, me trying and not succeeding in jumping off. It took my a few times before i got the guts to jump off..)
</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477634597492901538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tK7QLudj8aEi6SMQp32RVqKe9zWDGWwwIsFgszUMgtJ5OySnL3Cyh77-JXnM-xF572enKmbMLDS2qHfPHY_TsfoTEpokxWRtgZ3bNEdTHx5FvHZT-wr6csd2QDTf6VDuVvlua94sMMgH/s320/Jewkes+Reunion+2009-15.jpg" /></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-76908074998810024102010-05-26T21:02:00.001-06:002010-06-01T15:49:28.759-06:00What Happened??<p align="center">W O W
</p><p align="center">I haven't blogged in a long time.... what happened? I mean, I've never been that good at updating my blog, but I was doing pretty well, in China at least.
I'm thinking it's probably because my life was very busy, but at the same time insanely boring. (and still kind of is… haha)
So... </p><p align="center">
To update you on my life: </p><p align="center">
· Spring semester is finally over! I got okay grades. I was proud of them for the most part. An A in Nutrition, and B's in my Linear Regerssion & Time Series and Linear Algebra & Differential Equations classes. </p><p align="center">
· I am now moved home to South Jordan for the summer. So far so good, but a little dull. Call me! I'd love to do something. </p><p align="center">
· I am currently job hunting. (If you know of anywhere hiring, let me know!) </p><p align="center">
· I have started painting, and I really like it. I hope to make it a hobby that sticks. I'll post pictures when I finish my Great Wall painting!
</p><p align="center">· I hope to finish guitar lessons with my mom.
</p><p align="center">· I'll be going camping a ton, and I get to go this weekend! </p><p align="center">
· I have a lot of weddings! Yay, Marriage! Five of my cousins have been or are getting married in the near future, so that's very exciting! I also have several friends planning their weddings, and two of them are my amazing friends, Lindsay (from my China group) and my old time friend Andee (who just got engaged last week!). Summers are great for weddings! </p><p align="center">
· I know a lot of you won't believe this is coming out of my mouth (well, keyboard), but I am starting to run. My friend Lindsay (from above) and her twin ran a half marathon in March, and my roomies and I went and supported them in their crazy run. I don't know why, but ever since then I have wanted to enter some kind of race. I don't think I'll ever make it to a half marathon level, but I'm going to give running a try. I figure a lot of people love it, so it can't be too bad….. I'm starting off really easy though, and I am just going to do a 5K. We'll see if I even make it that far! </p><p align="center">
· I'm also reading a lot. I've already read 4 books since I've moved home, and I would love some new ones to read. If you have any good recommendations, please tell me about them!
Well, that's about it for now. Hopefully I'll be more on top of my blogging this summer!</p>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-30020093412920711832010-03-11T13:45:00.000-07:002010-03-11T16:07:01.184-07:00My cast for "The Host"I've been hearing a lot about how <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>"The Host"</strong></span> is becoming a movie soon, and IMDB just wont let me see anything more than the movie being "In development." So frustrating. <div><div><div><div><div align="center">I just read the book this week (LOVE IT!) and i thought I would post who my choice of actors/actresses are for the different roles. So, here they are!
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jared:</span></strong> </div><div align="center">Jensen Ackles (mmmm)
</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447502696338163746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9Lmf8SqFGT7AJbwcBfmBojXa3McUE1EEsJMzBe_ejKhcngGRGfUPEgdrg9-FvrHxO_xvHJ9FquK3HHNk-EStPxnJercD_INX658JB4qym3VxwDmRhreR863xkO-8mvWOqVwXHyWUwHEr/s320/jensen_ackles.jpg" />
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Melanie Stryder:
</span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(I picked two.. I can't choose between them, they'd both fit the part)</span>
</div><div align="center">Ashley Greene <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447513982937379186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EaSvkHMckn1uZim2Z4hycXSAx0XI2ghUrccM49d-hO7wC-wxx81khQsbSjJULVzKOr8kVbMc5ySFfKMh9FpMt3GD7YasXHKuLO3CWpv2gK5D_OmvGCOTeqXBQQZTiPH4BNoKPBomkpNU/s320/melanie.jpg" />& Missy Peregrym</div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514554000982242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLLlQJW8FCBEELMg7q8x04cgTyE4bk6rW4jtmkZkhEdDMos0Vq1l0LgopLh4cOFF731eTDYIZQJY0pgh1U0MfAavMMhwWKCf6yIITqTKETUK_yrBimOHuRTfFiNl4HsGqoZAIWTo_5rnK/s320/melanie+2.jpg" />
<div align="center"><strong>Ian O'Shea:</strong></div><div align="center">Jesse Metcalfe (also mmmmm)
</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447505577581844258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLoe5bFnOmb-sED7QOESE-QCJbDZ7qPbmC0cYFfES7UPHcxEdX_bn7FZSHa1Dh_oUm6H7NjqGissAp5xSpEfIebJ9xRO_Y4LfHKr9dfM4e9JI9UK2bI2c3o50u0nCAcrQ4mbQql83WDPz/s320/Ian.jpg" />
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uncle Jeb:</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Brian Doyle-Murray </div><div align="center">(The Janitor in "17 Again")</div><div align="center"></div>
<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447506781003149938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtpBf47D4GLBYfQxM2l9ySAUr3n8TY29KYT7etTzyHpZJZBJTRbjW41_rujB1K5PJ32cDzdIvAQpz3s_Y5rceFbK91sVWCVb5JQvagFDE00PvuHEf4UzgqJyXzN4zlUZaftyD_aQh8khZ/s320/Jeb.jpg" />
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Doc:</span></strong></div><div align="center">William Mapother</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447507594073359810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJo4msXIafSvL1uaM9LU3X8KMHKJfLANeofy78YFc_3BF4HHZRSxib5M-nLEKBxaONAei4UeCcG1aVs1NZiqR9fFGttzlmo3pnoIbtxbxiveOslgp72tXqdwbyLhSxDAlAFeYJpGMRDZ3/s320/Doc2.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVv_UXdzwB1pNNtXH_ttJawlyiiZAJBaI7-dGPvx139ezZMjbwJfa7tuhpo_YNIJYz9n-aL28kg59YzbUiN1mC30prtRqoG6fR6_0q9qQnZEVQ25XurqCVmh1dDsv4sJGvaeFzijV_uvv/s1600-h/wanda+2.jpg"></a><strong> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kyle O'Shea:</span></strong></div><div align="center">Henry Cavill (yum)
</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447507587661278706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__sRsCAanh8OPMg4siDavN7YOMjxNpoIC65mXUtVXiJdW5J8wtqSZ2ymsxCmUGhUkz3cAzbWXSIGnr7G5R0MJyQPp3X3UThRtuh_TSwP80ebnyTCpIvKUXrJWVi2Xgd16lk6Y60IOE65q/s320/Kyle.jpg" />
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wanda:
</span></strong>(I also picked two for her.)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jayne Wisener <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447513994329387122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtE9njL0xa_HgG3Pze3B1QeaDb9U4QPWbzOQFyQnwo_jhrDbT74wDsemZOjPwdz24clBTwXroAnaIj9CGUlIeHkc4e51_PQuKdrO_2H2aVgItzHj2AgTALpHnxjLIeXXMzvsagJyzHcph/s320/wanda.jpg" />& Amanda Seyfried
<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514001172272578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeeJI3jqgnvX0Rja8sfOTJdRn3szUPkSSkItY12yO28KWuOnJWGSmerISdHKCL-rOUmah331Tp61de7SF-TU6maYFpXNvU87p614fPsdW2lNJHA8l9N__B5K2_T4jQdI6wC4aItsoD87G/s320/wanda+2.jpg" />
I couldn't find someone I like for Jamie... there aren't that many cute, tan, black-haired, pre teen actors out there haha... but I'm sure the real casting people will find a good Jamie.</div><div align="center">Anyways, I love this book and I am really excited for the movie. I hope it turns out better than Stephenie Meyer's <em>other </em>movies. If you haven't read the book yet, DO!</div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-58619793852032122162009-12-15T09:37:00.000-07:002010-06-01T15:49:05.847-06:00Goodbye China :(<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBidpgU4VbMJdGXHOjH_0U_0wWbDtaikv8M-Iqe0K1JkGZXWN77_cPiICEc_isMDR6Pfn6l3guT0jHq8hNPAALS-2eUgIy5_FEp6I4OCNR08OQVbxOJLFJKlVL4oo_BXta6WRltjGhtyoC/s1600-h/IMG_3230-782982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505724498625330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBidpgU4VbMJdGXHOjH_0U_0wWbDtaikv8M-Iqe0K1JkGZXWN77_cPiICEc_isMDR6Pfn6l3guT0jHq8hNPAALS-2eUgIy5_FEp6I4OCNR08OQVbxOJLFJKlVL4oo_BXta6WRltjGhtyoC/s320/IMG_3230-782982.JPG" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQfqYgEuFQXAGAXdgZGlkZFtcxBX1EysURN5xHimj9nKzvFROHLX3ZpTMIg6aTKBr9IXQrO-g0wNWtr8hY2J_8DBwt_a4HwvKUccZMM7G6WBJaKZaq8vCZ4f6R__xjYERjadzjPB30s_2/s1600-h/DSC07884-784650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505731757609218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQfqYgEuFQXAGAXdgZGlkZFtcxBX1EysURN5xHimj9nKzvFROHLX3ZpTMIg6aTKBr9IXQrO-g0wNWtr8hY2J_8DBwt_a4HwvKUccZMM7G6WBJaKZaq8vCZ4f6R__xjYERjadzjPB30s_2/s320/DSC07884-784650.JPG" /></a></p><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><div><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">This will be my last post in China. I am <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">SOOOO sad </span>to leave! Its seriously heart wrenching. We had to say goodbye to our kids today, and it was the hardest thing I have ever done. I am so sad I'll never see these kids again. They just squeezed their way into my heart and pushed everything else out. All 38 of them have a special place, and I am so sad. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">When we said our goodbyes, we all just broke down sobbing. At first some of the kids didn't understand, and they would just run around laughing and saying <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">"Teacher sad!" </span>but after the Chinese teachers explained that we were leaving for good, they were all upset. We were attacked by hugs and kisses and little kid tears. At one point I was sprawled out on the ground with at least eight kids on top of me giving hugs. It was super cute, but it made it so hard to leave. I never wanted to get up. It was especially hard seeing the other children crying. One of the Chinese teachers, Katie, told us that Bella's mom called her to ask when we were leaving, because Bella was at home sobbing about her English teachers going back to America. It broke our hearts even more to hear that. We seriously <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">love these kids </span>so much. They already feel like a dream, and I hope I can remember everything about them; their cute little quirks, and their giggles, and the funny things they do and say. I wish everyone of you could know these kids like I know them. It is probably annoying hearing me go on and on about little kids you don't know, but just trust me that these little ones are amazing. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Well, we head out tomorrow night on a <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">super long journey</span> home, full of huge luggage and lots of tears. But I know that I have tons of great family and friends waiting for me on the other end, as well as a steaming Little Caesar's pepperoni <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">pizza </span>with crazy crust and a two liter jug of <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Dr. Pepper</span>. Pizza makes everything feel better haha.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 1: Me and my precious Luna!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 2: Cute Bella. (named after Bellatrix Lestrange, of course, but she is nothing like her at all. Such an inappropriate name.)</span></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-342682942829165882009-12-15T01:42:00.000-07:002010-06-01T15:48:56.104-06:00Spectacle!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsT3TwK2eK7ZviCcNQiTujVijmMOW_Lqs4hj-vE-PY_xfVajNsnlANR1_jHx5RPIumgrSVJP-h7cEUOgxlHjKRybU2e9-0KEU9t56K4MauBmDIdHnnANkkIJ8Fr8F7fLG0dxj_im3oVeD/s1600-h/IMG_3806-744342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384011274464722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsT3TwK2eK7ZviCcNQiTujVijmMOW_Lqs4hj-vE-PY_xfVajNsnlANR1_jHx5RPIumgrSVJP-h7cEUOgxlHjKRybU2e9-0KEU9t56K4MauBmDIdHnnANkkIJ8Fr8F7fLG0dxj_im3oVeD/s320/IMG_3806-744342.JPG" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92AtjYqBZyNKNUFHVcbW3wS92zLSkUoguGuJJm9dOrpBl58ns82_YDq8mww28mSSVQUI0sgQSnqThKxJMTsysMPxix9RhPstw_MHZ30E4JjmrqpYrl2t-xEaYzRrlXNvCpqD8Qw98CEn0/s1600-h/IMG_3776-745736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384016136886978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92AtjYqBZyNKNUFHVcbW3wS92zLSkUoguGuJJm9dOrpBl58ns82_YDq8mww28mSSVQUI0sgQSnqThKxJMTsysMPxix9RhPstw_MHZ30E4JjmrqpYrl2t-xEaYzRrlXNvCpqD8Qw98CEn0/s320/IMG_3776-745736.JPG" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRK70l6MEjx46KzDJiCZL4J15WF4ZNjOavnxMgBvxLY-EjV2vtLZlFWzJQyLN3i1qjzEickNkN7WnrRBX-hKL3POfpZVssA9SU5azKrszePHTuOhBU8VMOGdpTqu_FNhKKLKMr_Rg4NIz/s1600-h/IMG_3792-747014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384022541823186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRK70l6MEjx46KzDJiCZL4J15WF4ZNjOavnxMgBvxLY-EjV2vtLZlFWzJQyLN3i1qjzEickNkN7WnrRBX-hKL3POfpZVssA9SU5azKrszePHTuOhBU8VMOGdpTqu_FNhKKLKMr_Rg4NIz/s320/IMG_3792-747014.JPG" /></a></p><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Spectacle, our kids Christmas Program, was on Friday. They did so good after all that practicing they had to do! It was fun seeing them get all dressed up and to have their parents all come!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Before the show started, we went down early to help get the kids ready. We didn't know what this entailed when we signed up, and we had quite the <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">shock</span> when we got down to our classrooms. There were at least 30 Chinese girls there, doing all the kids hair and make up. And I mean <span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;">ALL</span> the kids. The <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">poor boys</span>, who already are doomed to look girly for the rest of their lives, were forced to put on TONS of makeup. Eye shadow, white foundation, blush, lipstick, glitter... the <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Whole </span>sha-bang. Poor boys... But, I must admit that I was happy I had my camera there to capture this moment. Haha a lot of those boys weren't happy about wearing <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">pink, shimmery lipstick</span>, not happy one little bit. And now we have this one in a lifetime experience saved forever! But they all looked very pretty, haha.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Each class performed a skit in English, and then sang their Christmas song. All of the English teachers did a dance to "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree," as well as a piano piece from Lindsay, a guitar/singing piece by Becca, Chelsey and me, and a song by Teresa. But the Chinese teachers saved the best for last when they had all the children perform. The older class did an <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">adorable dance </span>that melts your heart, and the younger class did a fashion show to some great <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Backstreet Boys </span>music that makes you laugh until you cry. Some of the little kids' <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">'model walks' </span>were the funniest thing you will ever see. No joke. Ask me to show you the video when I come home, cuz you'll get the biggest kick out of it. Gucci, Mandy , Emily and Yumi are so good at the walk that its unbelievable that they are only four. Haha its <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">So Funny!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">At the end of the show, the Chinese teachers <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">surprised us </span>and had all of the English teachers come up to the front. The Principal then gave us each a hug and a fan as a present. Then all the kids came in and put <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">flower lei's</span> around our necks. I was bawling by the end. Dang, I am going to <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">miss these kids so much</span>. It was a really tender moment, and I will always remember it. I <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">love</span> these little kids so much!!</span></div>
<span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 1: Poor Anson in all his make up glory.</span>
<span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 2: Adorable, dainty Gucci all made up! Her name is really perfect for her in sooo many ways.</span>
<span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 3: Mass make up chaos. Those boys were not very happy about this make over.</span>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-38430212414109639062009-12-15T01:14:00.000-07:002010-06-01T15:48:26.954-06:00Let It Snow!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dW2qvpmiaPdxh_C_PFXYEwmgRv6G7Kh3J2p2dKjcsaZvzbmaz6T8xaaYDtyHBMbh3ae-ZkY3ItFsfRCKa1KAgiCVJk85N0DPqfPZW-NlpPSMI2MFzFC1s4H8BiQkZ7TII3HcDtkuOv1o/s1600-h/IMG_2942-730338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415375788480599330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dW2qvpmiaPdxh_C_PFXYEwmgRv6G7Kh3J2p2dKjcsaZvzbmaz6T8xaaYDtyHBMbh3ae-ZkY3ItFsfRCKa1KAgiCVJk85N0DPqfPZW-NlpPSMI2MFzFC1s4H8BiQkZ7TII3HcDtkuOv1o/s320/IMG_2942-730338.JPG" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWsOBWYNN4xJcBkA0HpJAZszGvK96UzDkt8S1sMNECfJu1TvdD4rTALfcIQyxp0VqJe4XXXn7SJVMm4WdqqJDBx1ah65qTIZQl7qNN-W_Q5c4DWp0E2pJIpFlZPqnmNPCTofATz6wXuOI/s1600-h/IMG_2930-731611.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415375796621892418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWsOBWYNN4xJcBkA0HpJAZszGvK96UzDkt8S1sMNECfJu1TvdD4rTALfcIQyxp0VqJe4XXXn7SJVMm4WdqqJDBx1ah65qTIZQl7qNN-W_Q5c4DWp0E2pJIpFlZPqnmNPCTofATz6wXuOI/s320/IMG_2930-731611.JPG" /></a></p><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">You know how half way through December a lot of people are so sick of Christmas songs that they want to shoot every radio in sight? Well I have a story for you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">About a month and a half ago, the Chinese teachers told us that we needed to start teaching our classes a Christmas song for the big end-of-semester program we have. I decided to teach my kids one of my favorite songs, <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Let It Snow</span>. I thought it was funny that we had to start in <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">October</span>, but we did as they said. So, instead of teaching our first and fifth class rotations, we had our home room class to sing the song with. My class is all 4-5 year olds, and it was <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">CRAZY</span> trying to get them to sing the same boring song for 40 minutes a day. <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">40 minutes!</span> I even get bored with that! By December, my kids were <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">SO BORED </span>with the song. I felt so bad.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">That's when the Chinese teachers came up to us and told us that our songs were <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">not good enough</span>. They said the kids don't know the words well enough. I thought they were crazy for saying that, because I thought my kids were doing <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">great </span>for learning a whole song in English when they barely know any words. But the Chinese teachers thought otherwise, and we had to come before and stay after class with the kids who were "struggling" with the words. Some of these kids were now singing the same song for over and hour a day. They were getting so restless. But, we got through the extra practices and I gave them all hugs and told them they were doing great.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">That's when the Chinese teachers came up to us and told us that our songs were <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">STILL</span> not good enough. So, the last week of teaching our beloved students, they <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">canceled classes</span>! We were now practicing the songs for three hours a day! The kids' poor attention spans were seriously shot. At one point one of my girls, <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Yumi</span>, actually started banging her head on the table in boredom. Haha it was actually really funny. But dang, they were cute singing all the songs. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">I found it funny that the Chinese teachers were okay with cutting so many classes, when earlier in the year they were upset at us when we missed <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">one day </span>of teaching because we were stranded in Beijing, and they were making us make up that teaching day. And now here they are cutting <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">two weeks worth </span>of classes in the end. Weird, huh? At one point I asked our coordinator, Annie, that </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">"Isn't it more important to be teaching them English, then to be teaching them Christmas songs?" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">And she got a shocked look on her face and replied with a sharp </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">"No! Our production is more important!" </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">I really don't see their logic at all... but there wasn't anything I could do, except try to entertain my kids as much as I could through the three hours of <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">grueling Christmas song singing </span>everyday. Sometimes I wondered to myself if these poor children would ever forgive me for inflicting this torture on them. So much Christmas music in such small children haha. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;">They ended up doing <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">very well </span>at their Christmas Program, and I think most of the kids have forgiven me, but more on that later. Here are some great pictures of the kids being bored out of their minds. Enjoy!!</span></div>
<span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 1: Emily fell actually fell asleep singing the song. Poor girl. She is super cute when she sleeps, though, so I didn't wake her.</span>
<span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;">Picture 2: Ron was showing me some of his pent up frustration. Haha.</span>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-60077459464691681832009-12-02T06:30:00.000-07:002010-06-01T15:47:52.594-06:00Thanksgiving in China<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x6VaDOA5tBsk3LqsK0E4E3B4Q3NA4jQJjXnre1oeQalEYfLAEaCA_GbMNGrrNCE3N428OtZI6WVJw2SeuGoXUNvsWDpE0JrV3_pSNyH-jzmRWv3N1BAQl3Mu-PCk5lKkn5yZVEhsSQVd/s1600-h/IMG_3581-742620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410659971077633890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x6VaDOA5tBsk3LqsK0E4E3B4Q3NA4jQJjXnre1oeQalEYfLAEaCA_GbMNGrrNCE3N428OtZI6WVJw2SeuGoXUNvsWDpE0JrV3_pSNyH-jzmRWv3N1BAQl3Mu-PCk5lKkn5yZVEhsSQVd/s320/IMG_3581-742620.JPG" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMw1qn03U99aTWHFQiogjirHd7CyDosxzgiv-Lemc4MazKBD7JJ0c8k35IsGZM2UtnWJ_AB6YCG4vt3y14p_w_VM-7u77yq23OJiceHZ3eY8WSTrc38fv-KHMUGbbdhlEejzgry2ire10/s1600-h/IMG_3584-744214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410659975672442754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMw1qn03U99aTWHFQiogjirHd7CyDosxzgiv-Lemc4MazKBD7JJ0c8k35IsGZM2UtnWJ_AB6YCG4vt3y14p_w_VM-7u77yq23OJiceHZ3eY8WSTrc38fv-KHMUGbbdhlEejzgry2ire10/s320/IMG_3584-744214.JPG" /></a></p><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><!--[gte IE 5]><?xml:namespace prefix="v" /><?xml:namespace prefix="o" /><![endif]--><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">Happy Thanksgiving from China!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">We had a Thanksgiving dinner with some of the teachers, cooks and guards from our school on Thursday and we had a wonderful night! It was so much fun showing them some of our culture for a change. (They probably think Americans are obsessed with food haha) We were able to cook mashed potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin cookies and pumpkin pie, and all of our Chinese guests seemed to really enjoy out American food. We sat and talked, ate good food, listened to a teacher's husband play the guitar while their adorable two year old sang along, and had a turkey piñata. It was a blast! I am <span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;">so thankful </span>for these wonderful people and all of the new things I am learning from them! You'll never meet a nicer, more giving people. It was such a neat experience sharing <span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;">Thanksgiving with them!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"><strong>Pictures:</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">First: Me and my Thanksgiving feast! Delish!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Second: Me, Kati (one of the teachers here) and her son, Ryan, who is one of my students. He is super cute and smart!</span></div>Kearahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382noreply@blogger.com0