<?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-7739399927350450126</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:51:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' up with the Navajo!</title><subtitle type='html'>You better check yourself before you wreck yourself...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6966881542095539219</id><published>2012-02-06T09:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:49:42.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;The GOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; February is here! &amp;nbsp;My favorite holiday (Valentine's Day is on the 14th) has come around again. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't be any happier this year. &amp;nbsp;I came home for the weekend because my Dad had a Super Bowl party. &amp;nbsp;I flew back in Friday night. &amp;nbsp;I was so excited to be home. &amp;nbsp;It seems like the time has gone by so quickly and I already have to go back to Utah tomorrow :( I'm extremely sad. &amp;nbsp;I have been able to hang around my family so it's been really nice and fun. &amp;nbsp;I miss my family so much when I'm not here in New Mexico. &amp;nbsp;They are my joy and life. &amp;nbsp;Today, everyone is either at work or in school so I get to spend some time by myself. &amp;nbsp;It's more of a time to help me remember who I am and where I'm coming from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The BAD:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Actually to be honest, the last few days has helped me to come back to the simple things in life. &amp;nbsp;I feel like right now it's the time to make some goals come to life. &amp;nbsp;I need to do something about it. &amp;nbsp;I am feeling this urgency right now and I need to do something better with my life to prepare myself for the future. &amp;nbsp;My parents didn't raise me to stand idle after a goal is being made. &amp;nbsp;They have supported me through many trials in my life and continue to be there, but I know I need to be responsible and do what i have been set out to do....start praying like I have never prayed before. &amp;nbsp;I feel so ashamed even admitting this, but I feel as if I rely heavily on my parents that I forget I have a loving Heavenly Father who is waiting for me to ask Him for help. &amp;nbsp;I know things will go a lot smoother in my life if I would just get down on my knees and pray. &amp;nbsp;I saw a quote that said, "Why worry when you can pray." &amp;nbsp;Sooooo TRUE! I feel better already knowing that I need to be more gospel oriented. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the weekend to share how happy I am...Here is all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;t&lt;u&gt;he BEAUTIFUL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_483813360" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ft-2m4gplI/Ty_8mypyQiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GU0LghUVseY/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ft-2m4gplI/Ty_8mypyQiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GU0LghUVseY/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrQGE4anR24/Ty_8cFVm9rI/AAAAAAAAAdM/31mTDjPT95E/s1600/IMG_2550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrQGE4anR24/Ty_8cFVm9rI/AAAAAAAAAdM/31mTDjPT95E/s320/IMG_2550.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O-uJTBl7VI/Ty_88GDXTpI/AAAAAAAAAd0/O-2dwQswn2Q/s1600/IMG_2604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O-uJTBl7VI/Ty_88GDXTpI/AAAAAAAAAd0/O-2dwQswn2Q/s320/IMG_2604.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0L601iKPk4k/Ty_8rvg6gDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9xaymS2s1dk/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0L601iKPk4k/Ty_8rvg6gDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9xaymS2s1dk/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46GpGEmvtvM/Ty_8sTpo6dI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NESiOV9KUTA/s1600/IMG_2595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46GpGEmvtvM/Ty_8sTpo6dI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NESiOV9KUTA/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuxXCuDz9gI/Ty_8yvYjYlI/AAAAAAAAAds/hLdzBAMbAto/s1600/IMG_2603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuxXCuDz9gI/Ty_8yvYjYlI/AAAAAAAAAds/hLdzBAMbAto/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYi3qrdUWrg/Ty_-hoTuZsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Q_2zEZ7VYwk/s1600/IMG_2620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYi3qrdUWrg/Ty_-hoTuZsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Q_2zEZ7VYwk/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gR1nP74qUc/Ty_-inFQrGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1vDJBbaeSPI/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gR1nP74qUc/Ty_-inFQrGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1vDJBbaeSPI/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My favorite picture is the one with my Dad and I. &amp;nbsp;Totally in LOVE with this picture. &amp;nbsp;The pictures of my niece too. &amp;nbsp;So cute!!! &amp;nbsp;Love them so very much. &amp;nbsp;My niece, Sirae, was not so happy. ha ha. &amp;nbsp;I woke her up from a nap and she was a little upset and quiet. &amp;nbsp;Her pictures show that she was not willing to give me a smile. &amp;nbsp;Poor thing. &amp;nbsp;ha ha! &amp;nbsp;I love my family and my babies so much! &amp;nbsp;Everything I do is for them. &amp;nbsp;They are my joy and my strength in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-6966881542095539219?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6966881542095539219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6966881542095539219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-bad-and-beautiful.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful.....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ft-2m4gplI/Ty_8mypyQiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GU0LghUVseY/s72-c/IMG_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3367766732647096333</id><published>2011-12-30T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:45:36.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas baby :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my cuteness!!! &amp;nbsp;My baby is already growing up too fast for me. &amp;nbsp;My baby Sirae will be 4 months old on the 31st of December which is fast approaching us. &amp;nbsp;I have a few updated pictures of this sweet, precious baby. &amp;nbsp;Sirae is alert and she smiles at people she knows. &amp;nbsp;She is starting to notice people and sometimes she will start crying if she doesn't know you. &amp;nbsp;One thing that has become apart of her life....her binki or pacifier...Whatever you want to call it. &amp;nbsp;My sister and brother in law went to a work Christmas party and my sister was in charge of watching her. &amp;nbsp;Sirae is breastfed and has never had the bottle. &amp;nbsp;Tracie provided a bottle and pacifier for us. &amp;nbsp;Well Sirae decided to take the pacified which became her best friend. &amp;nbsp;Here are a couple of pictures of her with her pacifier in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;She adores her pacifier and starts crying when it's not in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;This is the very first picture of her with her pacifier in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;So stinking cute! This picture was taken on December 16, 2011. &amp;nbsp;Isn't she so previous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OdNi8D_xjKM/Tv1oAtQCsMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YS7QX9Lvcg8/s640/blogger-image-2088922682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OdNi8D_xjKM/Tv1oAtQCsMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YS7QX9Lvcg8/s640/blogger-image-2088922682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The next few pictures are of Sirae at our family Christmas party. &amp;nbsp;She wore the cutest outfit ever. &amp;nbsp;So stinking cute! &amp;nbsp;I got her outfit from Target. &amp;nbsp;I love Target clothes. &amp;nbsp;They always look so cute on her. &amp;nbsp;Because Sirae is growing super fast, she now fits into 9 month old clothing. &amp;nbsp;I NOW have to plan for the future and start buying her 12 month old clothing. &amp;nbsp;She is more chubby but mainly long. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures of Sirae and I at the party. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6FtmBGslzXs/Tv1n__BbsJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7x-TjBKg1zI/s640/blogger-image--2062255457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6FtmBGslzXs/Tv1n__BbsJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7x-TjBKg1zI/s640/blogger-image--2062255457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E6EKxlFvKGk/Tv1n_1QQDaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/fraPT-hNx9I/s640/blogger-image--306453546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E6EKxlFvKGk/Tv1n_1QQDaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/fraPT-hNx9I/s640/blogger-image--306453546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--TVudlIc_Xg/Tv1oA8krvFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CVn6k3pZ2VM/s640/blogger-image--317938335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--TVudlIc_Xg/Tv1oA8krvFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CVn6k3pZ2VM/s320/blogger-image--317938335.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The next set of pictures are of Sirae taken on Christmas day which is of course December 25, 2011. &amp;nbsp;I decided to buy her a Christmas pajamas since no matter what she wears, she always looks so cute. &amp;nbsp;Loving her outfit and bow. &amp;nbsp;I love wearing bows and I decided to make my own bow for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;My mother thinks i'm crazy, but whatever. &amp;nbsp;Sirae is once again stuck with her pacifier in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vzmYgHrJpnI/Tv1oAUXY52I/AAAAAAAAAco/MmsW0ep9fh0/s640/blogger-image--864583200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vzmYgHrJpnI/Tv1oAUXY52I/AAAAAAAAAco/MmsW0ep9fh0/s320/blogger-image--864583200.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mn4kt1vF-2g/Tv1oAJaRWbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KYbaJBWz7cs/s640/blogger-image--295022236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mn4kt1vF-2g/Tv1oAJaRWbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KYbaJBWz7cs/s320/blogger-image--295022236.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This last picture of my baby is the day after Christmas. &amp;nbsp;My mom and I visited my sister and her family. &amp;nbsp;We found Sirae in her outfit sleeping. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was so cute. &amp;nbsp;She was so comfy. &amp;nbsp;of course we found her pacifier in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;Before her pacifier existed, she used to suck on her fingers or hands. &amp;nbsp;It was quite entertaining. &amp;nbsp;I thought this picture was funny because it shows how upset she was at me for waking her up. She is still precious and cute. &amp;nbsp;I love her very much and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;continue to love her more every time I see her when I come back to NM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UyDNFKkAYZo/Tv1n_jclpzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Swtl38KYB_k/s640/blogger-image-1703078102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UyDNFKkAYZo/Tv1n_jclpzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Swtl38KYB_k/s320/blogger-image-1703078102.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well this concludes the update with my baby Sirae. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to start comparing pictures of her when she turns 5 years old or older. &amp;nbsp;She is so loving and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lauren&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/7739399927350450126-3367766732647096333?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3367766732647096333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3367766732647096333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-baby.html' title='Christmas baby :)'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OdNi8D_xjKM/Tv1oAtQCsMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YS7QX9Lvcg8/s72-c/blogger-image-2088922682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3749916721952163570</id><published>2011-12-11T20:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:41:16.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walgreens fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fWV7YUXQ9CM/TuV7CmhXGPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lyIB-ergDlQ/s640/blogger-image--870832420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fWV7YUXQ9CM/TuV7CmhXGPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lyIB-ergDlQ/s640/blogger-image--870832420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So this past Wednesday, Ali and I, went to dinner and then decided to go to Walgreens. It was so much fun! We didn't expect to have so much fun there like we did. We were busy looking around and found some candy cane pens where the ink smelled like peppermint. The pens were 3/1.00 which surprised me. I bought 6 pens and have never regretted that choice. Ali and I began looking at the crazy, cheesy headbands. Ali and I ended up getting the antler headbands. So funny. We look back and think that we should have gotten the elf ear headbands. We found our headbands when we saw these interesting Santa hats. I need to upload the videos we took. It was so funny. The bells on the hats would bounce right to left and music would be playing. Ali, at first, was a little uncomfortable and you could tell on the video, but on the next video, she got pretty festive. It was sooo funny. I laughed so hard especially after a dinner like the one we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--oOZX8TQags/TuV7AkXLzaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zeG1j-pjmj4/s640/blogger-image--231576690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--oOZX8TQags/TuV7AkXLzaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zeG1j-pjmj4/s200/blogger-image--231576690.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YVMZHzxMeDs/TuV7Hq_NgII/AAAAAAAAAbM/BHj55lsTRh8/s640/blogger-image--576961672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YVMZHzxMeDs/TuV7Hq_NgII/AAAAAAAAAbM/BHj55lsTRh8/s200/blogger-image--576961672.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so glad to have been able to spend the night with my best friend forever. She is so awesome and is always making me laugh. We are both currently dating wonderful guys and we always tell each other we date during the week and then date our boyfriends on the weekend. So funny! I love you Ali and am thankful for your continued kindness and friendship. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-25kEAQSiOrQ/TuV7FXPWWfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8P8RdL62sc8/s640/blogger-image--1003282265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-25kEAQSiOrQ/TuV7FXPWWfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8P8RdL62sc8/s200/blogger-image--1003282265.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ytzViqmatxk/TuV7H9LLWdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qzJe9gaTb4M/s640/blogger-image--1516643051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ytzViqmatxk/TuV7H9LLWdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qzJe9gaTb4M/s200/blogger-image--1516643051.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So next time you are trying to figure out what to do, go to Walgreens and look at what fun things they have to do. You might be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lauren&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/7739399927350450126-3749916721952163570?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3749916721952163570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3749916721952163570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/walgreens-fun.html' title='Walgreens fun'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fWV7YUXQ9CM/TuV7CmhXGPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lyIB-ergDlQ/s72-c/blogger-image--870832420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-4207675371369793578</id><published>2011-12-06T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:42:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always wanting to go out and do some service especially this time of year. My mom has always encouraged my siblings and I to go out and do service. She was always a good example to my siblings and I. Every holiday she always encourages us to go out and find somebody in need.. Very interesting situation happened this week with me. Through work, we are Able to take 4 hours of work off to do some service. It's a way to give back to the community. Kenzie, a girl in my department, was in charge of service projects this year. I came in Monday morning not wanting to work or do anything exciting.&amp;nbsp; Well when I got here, I was told that I had signed up to do service that morning.&amp;nbsp; It was seriously an answer to my prayers.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful the Lord put me in the position to serve because I was definitely in need of some service.&amp;nbsp; There were different types of service projects we could complete for underprivileged children.&amp;nbsp; Here are some pictures of the layout of our service morning.We did service projects for Mountain Land Head Start located here in the Utah Valley.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_MSAwKM11Ac/Tt-IRtIuqfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R2W4Y068l0Y/s640/blogger-image--1941007753.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_MSAwKM11Ac/Tt-IRtIuqfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R2W4Y068l0Y/s200/blogger-image--1941007753.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XOYK0BJrKpI/Tt-IQjCWziI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e_GPJDBfZqM/s640/blogger-image--1997554787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XOYK0BJrKpI/Tt-IQjCWziI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e_GPJDBfZqM/s200/blogger-image--1997554787.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9DHujmsxPS8/Tt-IRL8HjCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZjNLmCGOuoQ/s640/blogger-image--1798236758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9DHujmsxPS8/Tt-IRL8HjCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZjNLmCGOuoQ/s200/blogger-image--1798236758.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿I decided to complete and put the final touches of the car play mats.&amp;nbsp; These mats were for children that could drive their cars in a street.&amp;nbsp; We included 12 cars so they wouldn't get too bored.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to be able to listen to Christmas music, talk and get to know each other more, and to be able to complete these services projects together.&amp;nbsp; I love my co-workers and they mean so much to me.&amp;nbsp; I ended up completing a dozen of this car playing mats.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; At the end, my hands were hurting a little bit, but I'm glad I was able to accomplish this project.&amp;nbsp; You can see the map on the left with a couple of cars and the finished product on the right that is ready for kids to grab and go.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnZ6Qsx3QUs/Tt-IOL0WEbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/i1nNcEm6hDA/s640/blogger-image--1229393135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnZ6Qsx3QUs/Tt-IOL0WEbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/i1nNcEm6hDA/s200/blogger-image--1229393135.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bMmlxt-9iao/Tt-IRUYKogI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zT9QVHRk5Do/s640/blogger-image--911204239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bMmlxt-9iao/Tt-IRUYKogI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zT9QVHRk5Do/s200/blogger-image--911204239.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa, Sarah, and Courtney helped build castles, John Deer tractors, and tool holders.&amp;nbsp; I am not good with nails, wood, or hammers...So this would not be the project for me, but thankfully&amp;nbsp;I didn't have to do anything.&amp;nbsp; I feel like this project was so complicated and I am horrible at following instructions.&amp;nbsp; Here are the finishing pieces we completed.&amp;nbsp; We also had a girl making wands.&amp;nbsp; They were so beautiful and precious. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BTQ5We5Vmtc/Tt-ISr8dsJI/AAAAAAAAAak/eeEAh0aXkSY/s640/blogger-image-1520264460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BTQ5We5Vmtc/Tt-ISr8dsJI/AAAAAAAAAak/eeEAh0aXkSY/s200/blogger-image-1520264460.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ELsvdze3MhY/Tt-IMpAKkaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_JgPGvs9xkI/s640/blogger-image--1198165178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ELsvdze3MhY/Tt-IMpAKkaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_JgPGvs9xkI/s200/blogger-image--1198165178.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jZKFKsT5IwM/Tt-IObR19_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/M7MJxctiF2A/s640/blogger-image-783580777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jZKFKsT5IwM/Tt-IObR19_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/M7MJxctiF2A/s200/blogger-image-783580777.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-reIoB2eWaM0/Tt-ISccUzvI/AAAAAAAAAac/CXzLGg0CrqM/s640/blogger-image-1650027409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-reIoB2eWaM0/Tt-ISccUzvI/AAAAAAAAAac/CXzLGg0CrqM/s200/blogger-image-1650027409.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I love the giving season :) I hope that we can all find ways to help serve others that are not able to have wonderful holidays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-4207675371369793578?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4207675371369793578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4207675371369793578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-to-serve.html' title='Time to Serve'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_MSAwKM11Ac/Tt-IRtIuqfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R2W4Y068l0Y/s72-c/blogger-image--1941007753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1733881323696824800</id><published>2011-12-02T23:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:45:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His first time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3nhvl7_h_zs/Ttm8NoA2CNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/in7BPI9ez1o/s640/blogger-image-795975566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3nhvl7_h_zs/Ttm8NoA2CNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/in7BPI9ez1o/s200/blogger-image-795975566.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew not knowing what to expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well tonight was an interesting night. Andrew came over and I decided that we would go get manicures. Andrew had never had a manicure. I'm glad he has never had one. It makes me feel a little better. Haha. I'm not saying it would be bad if Andrew has had a manicure, but not all men do this on a weekly or monthly basis. Anyways, I hope Andrew sees this post.  He's going to hate me for this post. Well we went over to the mall and then to the nail salon. It seriously was awesome. I think Andrew enjoyed his manicure. I definitely and always enjoy mine. I think Andrew was a littler nervous at first because he didn't know what to expect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i_6GIqkTrUk/Ttm8PmDwbBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TZERUrhnuHY/s640/blogger-image-1196216649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i_6GIqkTrUk/Ttm8PmDwbBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TZERUrhnuHY/s200/blogger-image-1196216649.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p8smhns3WwQ/Ttm8OpTY5OI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xaLgxSrq9xg/s640/blogger-image--283960002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p8smhns3WwQ/Ttm8OpTY5OI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xaLgxSrq9xg/s200/blogger-image--283960002.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After we started getting our manicures, a couple of the workers said, "How did you get him to come and get a manicure?" I said, "you just threaten guys by saying you are not going to do something and then they obey you...it works every time." I had Andrew pick out my color and I think he did a good job. Out of all the colors, he chose purple. It's my favorite shade of purple which is awesome. I'm glad he knew how to pick a color. At first he said, "blue..." and I was hoping not. Then he said, "purple", so I pulled out 5 different shades of purple. He picked the shade of purple I LOVE. He did a good job :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wYI4XInMZSQ/TtpMiP9eDQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ESfL9Oa5Mbs/s640/blogger-image-346920882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wYI4XInMZSQ/TtpMiP9eDQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ESfL9Oa5Mbs/s200/blogger-image-346920882.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HYlhc0SdEXI/Ttm8PYFe_nI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SneN9zzl0nk/s640/blogger-image-1162653888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HYlhc0SdEXI/Ttm8PYFe_nI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SneN9zzl0nk/s200/blogger-image-1162653888.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So next time you want a guy in your life to come get a manicure with you, just threaten something that involves them and they normally obey. Andrew and I have a unique relationship, but it's fun and I love him!!!! Thank heavens he puts up with me. Andrew is a pain at times, but I still enjoy him no matter what. I'm glad his first time was enjoyable. And I'm glad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HIS FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1733881323696824800?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1733881323696824800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1733881323696824800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/his-first-time.html' title='His first time!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3nhvl7_h_zs/Ttm8NoA2CNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/in7BPI9ez1o/s72-c/blogger-image-795975566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-4025057389191984955</id><published>2011-12-02T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:10:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best blessings this year :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VS2CY-Ms_zo/Ttkga9I7c1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/-Fu9dYKybm8/s640/blogger-image-1467376656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VS2CY-Ms_zo/Ttkga9I7c1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/-Fu9dYKybm8/s320/blogger-image-1467376656.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nqBW342kbsc/Ttkgb6eZyPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SlWwBOcP3wg/s640/blogger-image-1447587973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nqBW342kbsc/Ttkgb6eZyPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SlWwBOcP3wg/s320/blogger-image-1447587973.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ir1INJdwGlo/TtkgbeQMCQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NTplhQo_h5A/s640/blogger-image-492338181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ir1INJdwGlo/TtkgbeQMCQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NTplhQo_h5A/s320/blogger-image-492338181.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece has been an awesome blessing in my life. My family and I adore her and baby her. She is so sweet and loving. She has the chubbiest cheeks and I just want to pinch them all the time. Every time I think of her, I can't help but count my many blessings for such a wonderful baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe one day I will have a child of my own to love and cherish, but for now, I enjoy my niece's and nephews :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-4025057389191984955?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4025057389191984955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4025057389191984955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-best-blessings-this-year.html' title='One of the best blessings this year :)'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VS2CY-Ms_zo/Ttkga9I7c1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/-Fu9dYKybm8/s72-c/blogger-image-1467376656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-5884153373684095057</id><published>2011-12-01T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:45:59.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STORY OF MY LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So no matter what season, day, time, or location I'm at, it seems that I am ALWAYS shopping...online, in stores, or on my phone... &amp;nbsp;I don't know why, but it always seems to make me feel better. &amp;nbsp;No I don't hoard anything I buy unlike my best friend, Ali. &amp;nbsp;I definitely wear what I buy although I do go through seasons of things I wear a lot and things I don't wear a lot of. &amp;nbsp;I love this picture. &amp;nbsp;I think it really reminds me of myself and what I love to do. &amp;nbsp;I love being a girl and love spending money....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urtime.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/shopping20logo20tss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://urtime.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/shopping20logo20tss.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I buy something every week that is exciting to me! &amp;nbsp;I did buy some boots and scarf last night at the Nordstrom's private event. &amp;nbsp;It was sooooo awesome! &amp;nbsp;I LOVED IT!!! LETS JUST SAY THAT I'M OBSESSED WITH NORDSTROM!!!?!? &amp;nbsp;I'm devastated that Nordstrom is closing here in Orem, but I am rather excited to be driving up to Salt Lake to go shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0c/Nordstrom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0c/Nordstrom.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well Nordstrom and shopping are both the STORY OF MY LIFE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-5884153373684095057?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5884153373684095057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5884153373684095057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-my-life.html' title='STORY OF MY LIFE!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-543432506349104852</id><published>2011-11-21T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:49:44.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I miss it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.travelgolf.com/tg_blog_media/BrandonTucke/.evocache/lochenheath.jpg/fit-400x320.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.travelgolf.com/tg_blog_media/BrandonTucke/.evocache/lochenheath.jpg/fit-400x320.jpg?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is one of those days that I'm feeling down and I want to be in a happy place. Where do you think I would want to be? Yeah, that's right....I want to be at a golf course. Oh how I miss it so much! It seems as if my life isn't as complete as it is during the summer. I miss the summer months and how beautiful it is. I love the winter, but it means my golf game becomes a little rusty. It's the time I want to run away on the weekends to the desert and golf my weekend away. Oh how I miss it!!! I miss it so much, I could cry. It's as if the golf course is my escape from current problems. I feel like I'm able to deal with them better or have a more positive outlook. I miss it! I can't say that enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.golfcoursepublic.com/wp-content/themes/directorypress/thumbs/golfcourse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.golfcoursepublic.com/wp-content/themes/directorypress/thumbs/golfcourse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully my days get brighter and I am able to be happy and fully content. I just need to find a better addiction to help me get through life's troubles. I'm so grateful I have a loving Heavenly Father that has blessed me with the knowledge of golf. Oh how I miss it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lauren :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-543432506349104852?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/543432506349104852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/543432506349104852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-how-i-miss-it.html' title='Oh how I miss it!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-8440019698278667862</id><published>2011-10-29T11:25:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:53:33.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fall...Falling for you!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFvACq_6n4w/TrTbM1PfKGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wZaseR7SZYU/s1600/380241_10150512103335410_518080409_11280793_1458267690_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFvACq_6n4w/TrTbM1PfKGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wZaseR7SZYU/s200/380241_10150512103335410_518080409_11280793_1458267690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671398844263245922" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's already November and I haven't updated my blog!  I'm horrible, but time and life has gone by so quickly.  Well there are so many things to be grateful for today.  Good things have been happening since I last wrote. The leaves have or are still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FALLING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off the tree... I'm loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well in my personal life, I got a new MAC!!! Yeah yeah yeah!  I got my new Mac while vacationing in Las Vegas with my family for the weekend.  I love my new Mac.  It is super beautiful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0sxjSeRpLA/TrTTSXqdRWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/d3qW4zWmc38/s200/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671390143309497698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In my social life, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jodie got ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  YAY!  She met Mike in Montana while she was spending the summer there.  I am SOOOO incredibly happy for her.  They have set May 19, 2012 for their date of marriage in the Portland, Oregon temple.  Jodie definitely deserves an amazing guy and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;personally think she found quite an amazing guy.  I love you (Jodie) and Mike both so very much! I can't wait to make the trip to Oregon to see your beautiful wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFLGOmKj7ks/TrTTSIR9rRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nrW7lXpbF9M/s200/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671390139180231954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I don't think I mentioned my sister had a baby girl on August 31, 2011. Her and Milo welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sirae Sky Silversmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in the afternoon.  I met baby Sirae when she was a week old.  She is too sweet and I was in love with her the moment she was born and met her.  Here are a couple of pictures of this baby that has blessed my life.  She is NOW 2 months old and is already big.  I want her to be a baby forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PGBb6Z47mA/TrTUi4ZNFNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/iwY6bf1UeZs/s200/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671391526485038290" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qPKnPIZOqmM/TrTUi92BpRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HF2OGcpZizc/s200/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671391527948100882" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In October we spent the weekend at a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;springs resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  We literally had SOOOO much fun!  We ate and ate and ate!  So awesome!  We went there due to my Dad still being alive today.  5 years ago he had a heart attack and we are so grateful he is here with us.  I'm so thankful for family.  We are definitely crazy, but I am so glad we can be real with each other.  Here are a couple of pictures to enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsCrUFFPvIc/TrTbMuGBi5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/RQRXhhOSfQI/s200/303899_10150491317840410_518080409_11155128_1194975457_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671398842344508306" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UU6f_DR5O8Q/TrTbA4g6TEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lNQ4BH1Wo2U/s200/314610_10150491323960410_518080409_11155227_174678843_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671398638983203906" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss my family desperately.  I looked at flights today to see if I could go home, but I had prior engagements and that left me with staying here in Provo.  But i'm happy I am able to be here in Provo.  I just miss the holidays (such as Halloween) when I'm not able to enjoy their company. Oh well.  I can't wait to see them in 3 weeks during Thanksgiving.  YAY!!! I think I'm more excited to see my cute 2 month old niece.  Sirae is a blessing to my family's lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oImsOBowjTQ/TrTSPvjB1-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UR0_ytA5hXY/s200/298336_10150319673082693_569307692_8461479_357609508_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671388998669555682" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Before I forget, I got a brand &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; car!!!  I got a 2012 Chevrolet Cruze Eco.  I'm so in love with my car!  It only had 2 miles when I test drove my car and then 7 miles when I took it home!!!  I LOVE IT!!!   I'm so grateful for my car and for the smoothness it provides for me.  YIPEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PsIEm2diM8I/TrTRdTZW9LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SdT0G78xEEA/s200/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671388132119344306" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well to a certain someone (I think you know who YOU are)...Thank you so much for e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;verything you have done for me.  You are patient with me....well most of the time.  I always out talk you when you are trying to talk.  I always am laughing when I'm around you. We always talk about how tired we are.  You seem to hate my sarcasm or sometimes you don't understand some things and then you FREAK out.  You have one of the best smiles I have ever seen.  You are incredibly smart (even though you don't think you are).  I always am needing some "love" and you tell me no after a while.  I have never been so real with a person and yet you never judge me.  You hug me when I ask for a hug.  You always make me learn more about myself and tell me to choose.  You always see all the wonderful things in me.  You tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself.  You are SOOOOOO AWESOME and I hope you know you have made an impact in my life for the better and I hope you know you have blessed my life.  You rock my socks off!!!  Thanks you so much love!  I hope we have so many future memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQwKB7Ht00g/TrTSPvXDskI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NFyB_Nbo8Eg/s200/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671388998619345474" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lozza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-8440019698278667862?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8440019698278667862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8440019698278667862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-fallfalling-for-you.html' title='Oh fall...Falling for you!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFvACq_6n4w/TrTbM1PfKGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wZaseR7SZYU/s72-c/380241_10150512103335410_518080409_11280793_1458267690_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1484221045784445872</id><published>2011-08-05T19:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:18:10.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*******************Stress**********************</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsXPtOk16M8/Tjyj3m86V1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/KnqN0foCIqo/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637561009305179986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsXPtOk16M8/Tjyj3m86V1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/KnqN0foCIqo/s200/stress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this weeks post is all about stress. I know what you're thinking...WHY!? I have always struggled with stress and I am always open to finding new ways to relieve stress. It brings me down, makes me tired, irritable, impatient, and so many other negative symptoms. So I have decided to try different things to release stress. I started seeing a counselor about things that stress me out. She gave me a homework assignment for the weekend in which I write down every negative thought or the reason I'm feeling stressed, overwhelmed, frustrated, mad, upset, etc. I began this journey on writing down everything. The picture below will help you realize how I'm really feeling every single day :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637561011496563874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOH4zcY4LrI/Tjyj3vHYNKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0fFwT79GDBc/s200/reduce_stress-290x219.jpg" /&gt; So I reported back to my counselor with all the things that get me stressed out or all the negative feelings in my life. I realized that everything I wrote down was very tideous! It's crazy! I'm even mad at myself for a lot of things I wrote down. One of them was: 'I'm frustrated that I didn't get through all my emails'. No matter what though, I wouldn't change anything. I realized this and this was the only way I could see what I'm doing and make changes in my life. If you think it's stupid to write things down, try it! I promise it will work in your life and you will see that maybe most of the things on your list are NOT in your control and it's unhealthy to be stressing about it. There are some things that are on my list every day that I can control but&lt;br /&gt;that's where my goals come into play. Lots of changes going on in my life....grr!&lt;br /&gt;This cartoon below is rather funny! I sometimes feel a lot of pressure even though people don't say anything, but I put that pressure there when it doesn't need to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637561015929224162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cydfB9X4j-Y/Tjyj3_oNO-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/m7ZItybpNlM/s200/stress%2Bcomic.jpg" /&gt;My homework assignment this week was to write five new things that are positive about myself for the first three days and then it can be repetitive after that. This is easy to write for other people because I always try to see the good in others. As for myself, I'd rather die than write down positive things about me. lol. It's been a challenge and I'm not allowed to ask anybody for help. I have had to think about things I do in my life that are a positive influence in others lives as well as mine and that I really like to do and write it down. Success! My list is still going and I'm learning about myself. It's been a learning and growth experience. I will let you know how I'm doing later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to be on a lower level of stress where I can be happy where I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy in my life, but minor changes in my life can make for a happier life so I can bless the lives of others in need :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1484221045784445872?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1484221045784445872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1484221045784445872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/08/stress.html' title='*******************Stress**********************'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsXPtOk16M8/Tjyj3m86V1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/KnqN0foCIqo/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6471995940302530833</id><published>2011-07-18T19:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:55:58.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes but what to wear with them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3G7VZB4Rl0/TiTm61J1yqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HfCg-L3AYe0/s1600/Toms.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630879332495116962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3G7VZB4Rl0/TiTm61J1yqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HfCg-L3AYe0/s200/Toms.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I went to the Nordstrom Anniversay sale with one word in mind: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TOMS!&lt;/span&gt; I have seen quite a few people wear them. No I'm not a groupie in which I go by the hottest item or shoe out there. I actually hated Toms because they're ugly and they look like they're going to fall apart. BUT when I started to actually look more and more into the shoes, I found out they give a free pair of shoes to a child in need. Isn't that rad? Here is their one for one video. It's awesome!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aKhV9kpGM-k?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I decided to get a red pair of Toms. BUT I then saw these silver glitter Toms. I couldn't make up my mind so I decided to send a mass text out to my family and some friends. Well out of the 10 that I texted, most said red. I was very content with RED. Then all of a sudden my dad sends a text saying SILVER! So after all of that, I got both pairs of shoes. Helping a child in need is important to me and I will strive to help out as much as I can. I hope the individuals that gets a new pair of shoes will be just as excited as me :) Here are my silver glitter Toms. So sparkly &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630880116864074178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bL7IgEAOQ5k/TiTnofJ-QcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0c6wKqZmUNg/s200/Toms%2BGlitter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So my next problem is...What kind of clothes do I wear with Toms? I'm fashionable (I think), but I have never gotten anything so relaxed and chill looking as Toms. I'm out to seek fashion. Thank heavens Toms has a portion of their website titled "How we wear them" BIG HELP!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is a link to this part of their website. &lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/how-we-wear-them/"&gt;http://www.toms.com/how-we-wear-them/&lt;/a&gt; Thank heavens Toms is one step ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So it looks like Lauren will be sporting around red and silver glitter Toms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630884842462766402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdXcHZgvG0s/TiTr7jYf5UI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i91XkV4_i88/s200/Lots-Of-TOMS-shoes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-6471995940302530833?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6471995940302530833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6471995940302530833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-shoes-but-what-to-wear-with-them.html' title='New shoes but what to wear with them?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3G7VZB4Rl0/TiTm61J1yqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HfCg-L3AYe0/s72-c/Toms.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3632538840517910654</id><published>2011-07-15T23:46:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:07:22.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be airheaded and naive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmho5fSvK04/TiErZnfxu1I/AAAAAAAAATg/YmiIj4UWUQk/s1600/Las-Vegas-Mortgage-Loan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629828728288820050" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmho5fSvK04/TiErZnfxu1I/AAAAAAAAATg/YmiIj4UWUQk/s200/Las-Vegas-Mortgage-Loan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well last month (June 3rd) was my birthday. I normally spend my birthdays with my family, but this year I decided to do something fun. My two cousins, Kae and Amber, and my best friend, Elizabeth, decided to go to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for some birthday fun. I left work early and left on a Thursday since my birthday was on Friday. We got to Vegas, checked in, ate at Terribles Casino which is pictured below.  It was very decent food and the price was very good as well.  I enjoyed myself plus I got a free t-shirt for signing up for something at their hotel. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629828731504810930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpL7rvxZC0/TiErZzeh27I/AAAAAAAAATo/bNDE_Rvv5rk/s200/terribles.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We went back to the hotel and started getting ready for the night. While getting ready, we began to realize how thin the walls were. ha ha ha. I was sitting in the chair putting make-up on when I heard a female yelling...Now it was a "I need help scream", but more of a satisfaction yell (this is getting awkward). We all looked at each other and I said, "They're having sex..." We all started laughing and listened for a few seconds (which seemed to last forever). It was so funny to hear. We continued to put on our make up and kept hearing the "noise" and laughed every time.  I will not put my picture up. I wish I had taken a video so we could all see each others faces and laugh all over.  I later found out from Amber and Kae that these noises were two doors down.  What the... And of course I went two doors down to hear what was going down.  It was very hilarious and I think it was a good start to our Vegas experience. Too bad we didn't have an ipod player or anything. Here is a picture of Kae putting a glass to the wall to hear better. lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629828744752645186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KMjHXotMBM/TiErak1DxEI/AAAAAAAAATw/B4Ys-Otjuks/s200/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went clubbing that night. We went to a club called Rockhouse where we got to listen to some good music.  We listened to everything BUT "Shots" by LMFAO.  Kae had never heard the song and we kept telling her about it, but she didn't hear it until our last night.  We are all in love with the song and you will randomly hear us say, "shots, shots, shots, shots" It was sooo much fun. Met a few guys and enjoyed our night. Had a couple of guys say they will buy me a shot for my birthday.  Of course I said no, but if I hadn't, I would NOT have known what to pick.  LOL.  I am very naive as you can tell.  It's so funny to watch some people at the clubs (especially the nasty, skanky ones).  They are to'd up!!! Well we went out of the club to get water (since everywhere you went only had beer or shots) and we saw these guys we had been dancing with. I don't really remember what was being said or anything, but that we were to meet these boys at a club so they can go back and change to make themselves look good (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;They were black....they already LOOKED GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Anyways, we had a limo come pick us up and the driver was a little bitter towards us as the first words are, "There are only girl dancers...." We didn't really know what to think BUT we were getting into a club for FREE!!!! The limo was a little ghetto and it wasn't worth the money some people invest in.  But we took pictures and had somewhat of a good time.  We didn't know where we were going. I think the first thing I said to everyone was. "Is he taking us to a lesbian club?" This just shows how naive we really were. We were excited to be in a limo as you can see in the picture below. All of a sudden, we were driving off the strip. I seriously thought the limo drive was taking us to a brothel. We arrived to a building that was lined with limos and then we saw that it was a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GENTLEMENS CLUB!!! WTF!!!!&lt;/span&gt; These fools told the limo driver to take us there so we could all hang out. Heck no (I was thinking other words)! Our limo driver was a complete d-bag and I wish I could take time back and call him something.  We immediately got out of the limo, walked across the red carpet (yeah a red carpet) and got into the taxi line.  We later heard from the guys saying they were waiting for us.  Whatever! We then told our taxi driver everything (like he even cared) and he had so much sympathy for us and explained the mess we could have gotten ourselves in to. LOL! A learning experience for me that I will never forget. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629831593459402258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQMy5UYHJLA/TiEuAZFrRhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Jpe1cgBZQKs/s200/255805_10150197170662693_569307692_7483440_6877205_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a night of dancing and doing crazy things (we got asked to have a sleepover with some guys...lol) we finally went to bed. We were soooo tired.  On my birthday we went to Caesars Palace to the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I don't remember what it was called) and we enjoyed ourselves so much. It was way relaxing, calm, nice, warm, and very comfy. It was worth all the money I had invested in it. You wear these nice robes that keep you warm, you can go to different rooms for treatments and not to mention how spacious the spa is.  After the spa, we went to&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Serendipitys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to eat. We were seriously hungry by this time.  Below is a picture of me with the menu. I think I had a hamburger and we all shared a frozen hot chocolate. It was insanely good. We finished all of our food and I think we were all ready for a long nap.  Nope! We went back to the room and laid out by the pool to get our tan on. We got back too late to catch a lot of sun.  It actually got cold since the sun was going down.  We got ready for the night and then went to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lollicup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite place to get smoothies) and got drinks! Oh my heavenly days...it was amazing. If you have never been there, they're famous for their drinks that contain boba beads that are filled with nutritious values.  They are very delicious and are little round pasta balls.  I got myself a watermelon smoothie because I love watermelon.  It was my favorite and I can't wait to go back to get Watermelon.  Afterwards, we ate dinner, walked the strip, did some shopping to find myself a birthday hat, but ended up bunny ears. ha ha ha. We seriously looked for a tiara crown that says, "Birthday girl" everywhere, but nothing.  Here is a picture for your enjoyment. We then went clubbing and later went gambling. I won a whopping $4.75 at my stay in Vegas and I'm very happy with that.  It seriously was the best birthday ever! We all had hangovers (from the lack of sleep) but it was a fun birthday and trip!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629827474330562162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QZ70O02Tno/TiEqQoI1LnI/AAAAAAAAATI/bGXuwdCKBYY/s200/242100_10150194556722693_569307692_7452868_7550808_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629827783333811074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSYjL1sWL9g/TiEqinQ8k4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/jK6DlaCH2kg/s200/241599_10150195055547693_569307692_7457396_1996097_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think this trip taught me some important things: Do something fun on your birthday, enjoy your day with whomever you're with; things are too good to be true in Vegas; don't fall for anyone in Vegas; and lastly...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS STAYS IN VEGAS :)&lt;/span&gt; Here is a picture of the four of us that had an amazing time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629828457430561298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGEP_0E0Z4c/TiErJ2eIshI/AAAAAAAAATY/CX1dJHw9dD8/s200/248930_10150194040827693_569307692_7448413_8001996_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lozza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-3632538840517910654?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3632538840517910654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3632538840517910654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Don&apos;t be airheaded and naive...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmho5fSvK04/TiErZnfxu1I/AAAAAAAAATg/YmiIj4UWUQk/s72-c/Las-Vegas-Mortgage-Loan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1386078868140791699</id><published>2011-07-15T20:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:56:23.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe it's July and I can't believe I'm over 9 months due for an update on my life :) Well it's summer time you would think that I'm always at the golf course playing golf and getting my tan on. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;/span&gt; :( I work at Utah Valley University and I'm there 8-5pm Monday through Friday. By the time 5pm rolls around, I'm dead! The two things I'm thinking about is: "What do I cook for dinner? and Should I go to the gym today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to think if there is any traumatic event that has come up since November of last year. I promise I will be better at updating what's going on in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me think....Nothing in January or February...My uncle and grandma passed away in March. It was a really sad/happy time since we got together as family and rejoiced for the lives and individuals that my uncle and grandma brought to all of us. Thank you :) I was able to go to the Mountain West Conference Championship held in lovely Las Vegas. I went with my cousins, Amber and Jana, along with Lillian and Tonya. It was so much fun. I got to meet an amazing person that will forever be an example and blessing in my life. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629773080554338370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aweFTMdU5pY/TiD4yfh_eEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GG88fmMHzV4/s200/189999_10150104228437693_569307692_6873160_5729095_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously laugh every time I see this picture because of the background (which I will NOT tell) and how this picture was obtained. Funny funny! Thank you Jeffy (Jav) for being a great part of Vegas. :) I guess I should tell you about the tournament. We won first round (don't remember who we played) and then we BEAT University of New Mexico (aaaaah!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629774079116170466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96ajKaLTlOs/TiD5sndr1OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1mLCCQ9oSHY/s200/190614_10150106329422693_569307692_6890302_2808729_n.jpg" /&gt; Here is a picture of the four of us that went to the tournament. It was definitely good times. We screamed so hard throughout that game. Not to mention Jimmer scoring 52 points. Not too shabby. New Mexico had beaten us twice throughout the season and we wanted revenge. Well we got revenge and made it to the champtionship game where we got beat by San Diego State. It was okay though because we beat New Mexico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing exciting in April except for the Masters tournament that we won't talk about...Lets just say that Rory McIllroy choked on the last round and I actually felt bad. ha ha! Nothing in May except work being super crazy and me not liking it. lol. I wish we only had to work from 8-3pm or something. I am so exhausted after 5pm. I am still not used to working the hours, but I love my job and my co workers. In the month of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was my birthday :) Did I failed to mention my Dad, three nieces, and brother had a birthday in March, April, and May that I forgot to say. whoops! Well they're a year older and cuter especially my Dad. :) I will talk about my birthday in my next post because that's a story I can't wait to talk about. Nothing exciting so far in July except July 4th weekend. You know how that goes. Fireworks, bbq's, parades, and good times :) My favorite song for the fourth is God Bless the USA in which I had attached a music video here so you can watch this powerful video about 9/11 that happened almost 10 years ago. wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNqUORIFV4I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNqUORIFV4I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well until my next post, I'm so grateful for everything in my life. I couldn't be happier with life and with myself. I have accomplished so much in my life and I look forward to continuing being here on Mother Earth and learning more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lozza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1386078868140791699?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1386078868140791699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1386078868140791699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aweFTMdU5pY/TiD4yfh_eEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GG88fmMHzV4/s72-c/189999_10150104228437693_569307692_6873160_5729095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-8689556073936502239</id><published>2010-10-14T14:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:16:03.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things going on....</title><content type='html'>Is it already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Oh em gee! Life has been super crazy. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you're confused about the date of this post.  I originally tried to write a post on October 14, but here I am November 2 trying to complete my post.  hahaha.  So don't be alarmed if you think the days are off and wrong.  It's just be slacking BIG TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;A few things come to mind as I think about my last post. Lets see. At the end of September, Roxanne, Wendy, and Saria came to visit because Roxanne was playing in the Native American World Series. I was pretty excited to see my sisters and niece. They came in on a Thursday. We decided to eat at different fast food places. Roxanne wanted Del Taco (of course), Wendy wanted Carls Jr., and I went to L&amp;amp;L. We took our food to the park so Saria could play on the playground. She loved it. We then hung out with my cousins and just chilled. We watched Eclipse that night at the dollar theater. I loved it. On Friday I decided to call in to work the next day.  But the biggest surprise came ever the next day when my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DAD SURPRISED ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39558_10150096479745410_518080409_7351110_7186980_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39558_10150096479745410_518080409_7351110_7186980_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came into Utah and I was super happy.  I just love my Dad.  It's always such a blessing to see him all the time.  Here is a picture of him above after he surprised me!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well I took the LSAT in October...it was rough and that's all i'm going to say about that. I had the opportunity to go back home for the annual Shiprock Fair.  It was pretty good and I enjoyed it.  I got to see all my family including my nieces and nephews.  I also go to hang out with my Dad for a few days.  My dad had been sick all week and the day I was supposed to head back to Utah, he ended up in the hospital.  They told him he was most likely to have the West Nile Virus which would have been terrible.  On my last day there, the doctor came in and said he has pneumonia which isn't good news, BUT it was better than the West Nile Virus.  He is now back and completely healthy....at least I think so....hahaha!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TLdsOJWO92I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jX3Y1zb-kqI/s1600/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528006057903716194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TLdsOJWO92I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jX3Y1zb-kqI/s200/daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of him in his hospital bed. It was hard to see him in so much pain, but there was nothing I could do, but be there for him.  I cried all day long and was in so much shock.  We didn't know exactly what was wrong with him which made things harder.  I'm so grateful for prayer and for everyone that prayed for him.&lt;br /&gt;Well Halloween came and left.  I didn't dress up :( I had much more fun hanging out with my baby nieces and nephews.  I have 10 nieces and nephews which age ranges are 29 months to 13 years old.  Isn't that crazy!? I love them all.  They're soooooo cute and you just can't seem to be mean to them at all.  I'm a happy aunt and I hope to have some children to add to the litter.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been hanging out with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite slores EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Love you Liz and Alana.  This is a picture of us after Alana's concert.  So proud of Alana for sharing her talent to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TNBwYFTGoSI/AAAAAAAAARY/jci27dufJK0/s1600/October+2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TNBwYFTGoSI/AAAAAAAAARY/jci27dufJK0/s200/October+2010+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535047501079814434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39558_10150096479745410_518080409_7351110_7186980_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-8689556073936502239?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8689556073936502239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8689556073936502239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-many-things-going-on.html' title='Too many things going on....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TLdsOJWO92I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jX3Y1zb-kqI/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-975104982349291052</id><published>2010-09-07T18:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:50:12.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz and Laur Show!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b78710cd5cf35b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b78710cd5cf35b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331640892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FCE8D1871887B26D6BF9335834786AFDB882630.2BAA05628A166FC3B952F4BB98E3C1D334D19C3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b78710cd5cf35b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx6qQZWqZ0W4aSGHLMuW2wmtyM3U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b78710cd5cf35b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331640892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FCE8D1871887B26D6BF9335834786AFDB882630.2BAA05628A166FC3B952F4BB98E3C1D334D19C3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b78710cd5cf35b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx6qQZWqZ0W4aSGHLMuW2wmtyM3U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone!!! So let me be the first to anounce that Liz and I will be hosting our very own show. We're super thrilled about this. The only problem is:  OUR SHOW DOESN'T HAVE A NAME!!!!!  However we have come up with different ideas and we're excited to see them all come together. It should be tons of fun :) I hope you enjoy the video. It should be excited to start seeing our shows come together. If you have any ideas for a show that you would like to see, let us know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lozza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-975104982349291052?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/975104982349291052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/975104982349291052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/09/liz-and-laur-show.html' title='Liz and Laur Show!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1958931639301463923</id><published>2010-08-19T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:27:19.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Serving our Country DEVIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25315_111326112234168_100000703396270_116996_3203530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25315_111326112234168_100000703396270_116996_3203530_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been reflecting on the soldiers that have and continue to serve our country. They take time out of their lives to be able to give us the freedom we have each and every day. My nephew, Devin, is currently serving overseas right now and will hopefully be back early 2011. He's with the Marines right now and he makes us proud of him everyday. I think today I was more taken back by the men who serve our country when I watched a movie that made me bawl my eyes out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin has been an amazing example to our family. We love and pray for him everyday. We hope and continue he is being watched over by our past loved ones especially Devin's grandma Gloria and grandpa James and especially our Heavenly Father. Obviously this whole post is dedicated to Devin, but also to those who know someone is in the military and who have lost someone they love. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bingaman.senate.gov/features/codetalkers/images/int/men/400/127-MN-58807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may or may not know this, but my grandpa served during World War 2 as a Navajo Code Talker. He was only 19/20 when he began his tour as a Code Talker. This picture above is him doing his laundry. He passed away over 10 years ago. I miss him to this day! His legacy will always be with us. His courage teaches us a lesson...always serve no matter that capacity we're under. I look forward to the day I get to see him again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well here is another things you may or may not know, but I had another grandpa who also served in the military. My dad's real dad, Hoskie Benally, Sr., was in the military. I don't know much about him, but there is a picture of him on the wall at my parents house. I look forward meeting him again. There is an LDS Church hymn that is called "God be with you til we meet again". The chorus says, "Til we meet, til we meet, til we meet at Jesus feet. Til we meet, til we meet, God be with you til we meet again". I look forward to the day that we are able to meet those ancestors that lived to defend our freedom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, thank you Devin for serving our country. For making history in our family and for continuing the legacy of a dine warrior. Ahehee'. I know your family, especially your grandparents are so very proud of you. They look down and smile because of the person you are and the love that you have.  We look forward to the time we all get to see you again!  We look forward to the embrace we can all have with you especially your parents.   :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lozza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2AtmCUY96Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2AtmCUY96Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1958931639301463923?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1958931639301463923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1958931639301463923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you-for-serving-our-country-devin.html' title='Thank You for Serving our Country DEVIN!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-7639835275782242208</id><published>2010-08-08T13:25:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:13:34.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer at it's best!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8ZL-4jf_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/J5ycoNY2l6Y/s1600/Goodtimes+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8ZL-4jf_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/J5ycoNY2l6Y/s200/Goodtimes+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503144963319496690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've been reflecting on this past summer.  I'm kinda disappointed to be honest. I haven't take any real adventurous trips like I normally do every summer.  I think work has consumed my life so much that I'm not fun anymore.  hahahaha.  NOT!  I'm still fun, but just more on the DL!  I have been thinking about all the fun things that have happened to me since I graduated in April:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)  Buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"G"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G" hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I can be a true "G" person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8KAoxbImI/AAAAAAAAAOA/45zPpBkciKM/s1600/NIKE+SHOES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8KAoxbImI/AAAAAAAAAOA/45zPpBkciKM/s200/NIKE+SHOES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503128275731030626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs067.snc3/13459_404675667692_569307692_4894020_8285239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 198px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs067.snc3/13459_404675667692_569307692_4894020_8285239_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)  Making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with Alana...We looked HOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PsDbA8vI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lZXEGAmQZso/s1600/June+2010+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PsDbA8vI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lZXEGAmQZso/s200/June+2010+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503134519177310962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PtRYWg7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/wfkC7Zzd9b0/s1600/June+2010+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PtRYWg7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/wfkC7Zzd9b0/s200/June+2010+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503134540104106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Scoot scooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Brad...It was his first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PrOiE8tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9dX3PGVDa5E/s1600/Scoot+scoot+lovin%27+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PrOiE8tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9dX3PGVDa5E/s200/Scoot+scoot+lovin%27+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503134504979854034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PrgTs2nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vIBhbIE7Phg/s1600/Scoot+scoot+lovin%27+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8PrgTs2nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vIBhbIE7Phg/s200/Scoot+scoot+lovin%27+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503134509751392882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4)  Getting my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;glitter gel toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; done every month...and pedicures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TcpI1CxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aUkQkUmvJYk/s1600/Goodtimes+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TcpI1CxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aUkQkUmvJYk/s200/Goodtimes+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138652470184722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TdNG--aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4X8NV3EnzFc/s1600/Goodtimes+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TdNG--aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4X8NV3EnzFc/s200/Goodtimes+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138662126123426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5)  Getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by a black boy. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs548.ash1/31999_402160482692_569307692_4824287_6419570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs548.ash1/31999_402160482692_569307692_4824287_6419570_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs652.snc3/32229_394831522692_569307692_4623198_1575202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs652.snc3/32229_394831522692_569307692_4623198_1575202_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6)  Having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;girls night out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Qru2MWnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YH6zqIC3XqE/s1600/Goodtimes+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Qru2MWnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YH6zqIC3XqE/s200/Goodtimes+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135613165787762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QsRx6jbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PLgSvbnzBGs/s1600/Goodtimes+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QsRx6jbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PLgSvbnzBGs/s200/Goodtimes+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135622543084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the midnight showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Pt9HT6cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c3w3fUw5xVQ/s1600/July+4th+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Pt9HT6cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c3w3fUw5xVQ/s200/July+4th+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503134551843793346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Qqv2fliI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0QdcQcRPpDg/s1600/July+4th+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8Qqv2fliI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0QdcQcRPpDg/s200/July+4th+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135596255614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Being at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rhyans photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and seeing him strut his stuff. (HOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QsyvJUQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8rR-h0BrIpU/s1600/Goodtimes+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QsyvJUQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8rR-h0BrIpU/s200/Goodtimes+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135631389839618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TTFd5EYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VI9c6y1Fcio/s1600/Goodtimes+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TTFd5EYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VI9c6y1Fcio/s200/Goodtimes+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138488276029826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TTnx0shI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Kl7CpAos_9U/s1600/Goodtimes+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8TTnx0shI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Kl7CpAos_9U/s200/Goodtimes+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138497486434834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; everyday with Alana...and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chillaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with Daviiiid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs506.ash1/29929_399334877692_569307692_4740226_3945536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 181px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs506.ash1/29929_399334877692_569307692_4740226_3945536_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs546.snc3/29929_399332702692_569307692_4740114_790936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 177px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs546.snc3/29929_399332702692_569307692_4740114_790936_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs222.snc4/38448_413861022692_569307692_5147132_3210568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs222.snc4/38448_413861022692_569307692_5147132_3210568_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10)  Enjoying my visits with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QrHLtLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/TumL1P7IuHM/s1600/July+4th+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8QrHLtLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/TumL1P7IuHM/s200/July+4th+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135602518600834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8VZn5ksMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t6sdmTvdaqs/s1600/GREAT+TIMES+June+2010+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8VZn5ksMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t6sdmTvdaqs/s200/GREAT+TIMES+June+2010+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503140799621411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8VaIIJDYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8JqRx77YpxM/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8VaIIJDYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8JqRx77YpxM/s200/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503140808272448898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy to see how fast summer has come and now it's almost gone.  Now to catch up on my life.  I am working at UVU as a Financial Aid Counselor.  I love it!  It's amazing and the people I work with are so amazing.  They make my life more blissful than ever!  hahaha!  I have the most amazing family ever! I enjoy so many things in my life.  Ah, life is good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-7639835275782242208?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7639835275782242208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7639835275782242208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-at-its-best.html' title='Summer at it&apos;s best!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TF8ZL-4jf_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/J5ycoNY2l6Y/s72-c/Goodtimes+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-5305944666791479119</id><published>2010-07-10T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:33:43.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs530.snc3/30129_400638852692_569307692_4779940_7327921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs530.snc3/30129_400638852692_569307692_4779940_7327921_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's already July.  How time flies so fast.  I made a goal of trying to post something every month, but it looks like I've already failed.  haha. Well since I last blogged, I had my birthday on the 3rd of June.  It literally was the best birthday ever.  I got to do what I wanted to do and it was the best!! I also had a graduation reception along with a birthday party when I went back to New Mexico on the 4th!  It was the best!  I enjoyed it a lot.  Pretty much my family rocks and I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;Well I got a job.  I now work at UVU as a financial aid counselor.  I love it so much and the people I work with are pretty awesome!  lol.  The only thing that is hard is getting up early in the morning.  I hate waking up at 7am Monday-Friday...I have never really been a morning person, but I gotta do what I gotta do.  I am planning on working at UVU for a year and then I'll head back to school to start my Juris doctorate degree.  I'm not sure where just yet!?  I have been thinking Arizona State University.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs510.ash1/30129_400638987692_569307692_4779958_304722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs510.ash1/30129_400638987692_569307692_4779958_304722_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then again this could change here in a day, week, etc.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am taking an LSAT prep course which has been hard since there are so many smart people all around me and i feel like the retard that doesn't belong there.  Oh well.  HAHAHA!  I hope that I continue to learn more and more in the prep course and I become more and more discipline in my studying efforts. &lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been anything new in my life, but i'm alright with it because it just means that I'm lovin' life no matter what.  Yeah there are some things I want to change, but in reality life is really good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-5305944666791479119?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5305944666791479119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5305944666791479119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-believe-its-already-july.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-7911334443650668270</id><published>2010-05-21T15:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:11:47.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a little over a month now since I've written on my blog. Well I graduated from BYU. HOORAY!!! I was so happy to graduate. I don't have to think about school for a year, but will have to return back to school for my Law Degree. It's been nice not having to worry about homework to be honest. I'm currently looking for a job right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now. It's been a little difficult but I'm trying to manage as much as I possibly can. Here are some pictures from graduation. I'm sorry there are a lot of pictures, but it was a happy day for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs466.snc3/25567_387658137692_569307692_4460073_6100550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 186px;" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs466.snc3/25567_387658137692_569307692_4460073_6100550_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs466.ash1/25567_387658187692_569307692_4460083_6192145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 124px; height: 193px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs466.ash1/25567_387658187692_569307692_4460083_6192145_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs466.ash1/25567_387658122692_569307692_4460070_6679574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs466.ash1/25567_387658122692_569307692_4460070_6679574_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs466.snc3/25567_387658077692_569307692_4460063_2141624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 138px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs466.snc3/25567_387658077692_569307692_4460063_2141624_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After graduation, my family went and ate Navajo Tacos at my aunt and uncles house. They were delicious and I loved it! I got to spend the whole weekend with my family which was super fun and I enjoyed every moment of it. My Dad took these pictures above. He's always been a fascinating photographer. I remember when I was younger he would always make me pose for the camera. I would always be upset and give the grumpiest and worse faces ever, but I am now grateful he was able to be there for my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After graduation weekend, I spent the whole week relaxing and enjoying my life as a graduate. Since that time, I've been trying to look for a job. I haven't been quite successful at finding one, but I know I'll find one soon enough ;) I've been relaxing and enjoying hanging out with friends. It's been super fun and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs652.snc3/32229_394831852692_569307692_4623199_3987241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs652.snc3/32229_394831852692_569307692_4623199_3987241_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been hanging around with lovely Rhyan. He is such a blessing in my life and I'm grateful for him. He has taught me many lessons in my life. I am such a happy person when he's around. I love you Rhyan!!! Here is a picture of him. So cute!!! Rhyan, if you're reading this, you have blessed my life completely. You have given me inspiration to become a better person. You make me feel so much better about myself and how important I am as an individual. You have brought me out of my shell and are continuing to help me to relax as a person. Thank you for bringing the best out of me!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs552.ash1/32229_395474367692_569307692_4637808_60921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 280px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs552.ash1/32229_395474367692_569307692_4637808_60921_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday before I went to my cousins house, I checked the mail and my DIPLOMA CAME IN!!!! AAAAH! I was so happy. It's official! I graduated from Brigham Young University. Boo yeah suckas!!!!! Here is a picture my friend, Leticia, took of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm a pretty happy camper!!!!!!! Life is overall good. Tomorrow is my dear Jonathan (Yasa, JB) birthday!!! I'm so excited for him. JB, you're amazing and I wish you all the happiness in the world. I hope your birthday is as wonderful as you are! You have blessed my life completely and I will be forever grateful for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well until next time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOZZA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-7911334443650668270?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7911334443650668270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7911334443650668270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-7484151692700112419</id><published>2010-04-18T13:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:53:15.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Moments!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ya'at'eeh shik'ei,  shidine'e.  Shi'ee' Lauren Benally yinishye'. I am 25 years old of  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zuni People (Náneesht’ézhí) and born  for the Salt People (ashihii).  My maternal grandfathers are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Folded  Arms People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (Bít’ahnii) and my paternal grandfathers are the  Red-Running-Into-The-Water Clan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Táchii’nii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been just over a month since I last did a post.  I promised myself I would try to post something every month.  It's been hard to do that.  Lol.  So this week is the week of my graduation.  Oh a bittersweet moment!  This week is my last week of finals...Another bittersweet moment.  Oh bittersweet moments!  I finished classes this past Tuesday...Oh a bittersweet moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25319_378608970804_506920804_3795479_2500945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 205px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25319_378608970804_506920804_3795479_2500945_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My best friend is moving away back to South Dakota for the summer than  off to Nebraska to finish up her undergraduate degree. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm really sad and I really hope the best for Elizabeth Ann MacLachlan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To my dear Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, how much I love and adore you.  You've been there for me through so much.  I can't even imagine my life without you, but it will be good ;)  Thank you for blessing my life and making it more blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.  Thank you for putting up with me even though I've been a brat at times.  You've made my life so much better and much more fun. I will always remember all the times we laughed and the times we both cried.  Remember that time when we went to Vegas and went shopping?  Remember when we would annoy Caleb!?  ha ha ha.  Those were good times.  Remember that time in Russian choir when that lame girl said, "Girls, girls, we're rehearsing."  ha ha.  Remember the Sames Club lady on the phone?  What about the time we had 50 dinners?  Remember the times we got together to watch our trashy shows?  I think I sit here and cry because you've impacted my life more than you know.  I can't help but thank Heavenly Father for you in my life.  There is no one like you and I don't know what I'm going to do without you...I think I've already said that, but it will be interesting to see what our future holds for the both of us.  Liz Blizz, I wish you all the happiness in the world.  I hope and pray that you continue to be strong and continue to be the example that you are to those around you.  I love you so much and I am going to miss you always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v777/179/54/1310598819/n1310598819_192687_6138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 178px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v777/179/54/1310598819/n1310598819_192687_6138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To my dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer Crapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!!!!  Thank you for being a wonderful roommate, friend, and sister.  You have definitely made this year without a doubt, a hit.  Remember all the times we had that yummy freschetta pizza.  Oh those were the times.  They were great!  It always made day!  ha ha.  I will remember our talks late at night and all the times I cried.  I don't think i've cried that much in my life.  Oh how wonderful life is.  Thank you for your testimony and for being an amazing example to me.  We endured BYU together and even though it wasn't easy, it was totally worth it for the both of us.  I'm sure we'll both remember the times that I would come to you telling you all about my boy issues and how annoyed I am with some people.  And all the theories we discussed.  I'm going to miss those times.  I really enjoyed all the times we've had together.  Thank you for putting up with me and for being patient with me.  Thank you thank you so much!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It's amazing how much Heavenly Father helps you in your life and blesses you with wonderful amazing individuals like Liz and Jennifer  I am terribly excited for graduation and for my family to come.  I can't believe my days at BYU are almost done.  It's such a bittersweet moment.  I love BYU and I love getting an education.  For those of you that don't know my future plans yet, I am taking a year off to work and I am planning on going to law school next fall.  I'm applying at BYU, UofU, and ASU.  Hopefully one of those schools will accept me.  It's a scary thought to close this chapter of my life but I'm sure when I'm in the middle of my next chapter I wouldn't go back.  lol. But thank you to those of you who have been there for me when I felt like giving up and for encouraging me to continue in school.  To my family who have endured so much with me and for being there when I needed some to talk to and someone to cry to.  There have been so many times that I wanted to give up but just knowing that obtaining an education, a secular knowledge, will bless my life in the future.  Thank you thank you&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   Ahehee'!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-7484151692700112419?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7484151692700112419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7484151692700112419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/04/bittersweet-moments.html' title='Bittersweet Moments!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3429758092727763606</id><published>2010-03-04T01:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:17:10.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Pictues have arrived!!!!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like pictures to make you feel better about yourself or to bring you down. All these pictures represent who I am as an individual. I hope you like them all. My absolute favorite picture is the last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S493nYULbOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1AGJiEbDkvU/s1600-h/IMG_6111rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444701992939908322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S493nYULbOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1AGJiEbDkvU/s320/IMG_6111rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S495xnHBGlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IMhqeTf4prA/s1600-h/IMG_6081rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444704367733185106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S495xnHBGlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IMhqeTf4prA/s320/IMG_6081rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S49z7Axyp5I/AAAAAAAAALw/cAsdOnSWUos/s1600-h/IMG_6199rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444697932172535698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S49z7Axyp5I/AAAAAAAAALw/cAsdOnSWUos/s320/IMG_6199rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444697740134237586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S49zv1YSxZI/AAAAAAAAALo/mnLe22VkSns/s320/IMG_6190rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444696982056013490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S49zDtUXDrI/AAAAAAAAALg/V55MJNCN_7A/s320/IMG_6132rev.jpg" /&gt;ENJOY ALL THE PICTURES!! I have been so blessed with amazing people to help me along this path. Like I have said before, Angie from Sweet Memory Garden photography took all my pictures. She did an absolute amazing job. I can't even thank her enough for her services. Thank you thank you Angie. If you have any questions or want to see MORE pictures, I have plenty more to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-3429758092727763606?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3429758092727763606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3429758092727763606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/03/senior-pictues-have-arrived.html' title='Senior Pictues have arrived!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S493nYULbOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1AGJiEbDkvU/s72-c/IMG_6111rev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-8210375640610109007</id><published>2010-03-03T02:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:25:33.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs461.snc3/25342_330659157692_569307692_4103076_1207959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 404px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs461.snc3/25342_330659157692_569307692_4103076_1207959_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow! It's practically 3am and i'm still up. I have no clue why!? Tomorrow I'm going to be so tired waking up. ugh! Not looking forward to that. Well, I GRADUATE NEXT MONTH!!!! Isn't that crazy! Oh man oh man! I can't believe I'm saying that. It's been one crazy semester already. I have been more busy than any other semesters. I can't believe how fast the time is going. I am rather tired of going to schoool every day. Sometimes I find myself wanting to do odds and ends at my apartment. I don't know why!? This semester has been full of excitement and growth. It has been amazing. I've met some amazing people in my classes this semester. I don't even know where to begin. Maybe I will make a post especially for those people but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to order my cap and gown along with some anouncements. I'm super excited for graduation. I'm so grateful for my Dad. He paid for the stuff today. Bless his heart. :) He has been so helpful and generous with everything. THANK YOU DAD!!! Well along with buying stuff for graduation, I got some senior pictures done about 3 weeks ago. I get the CD back full of pictures tomorrow but I'll post one picture (above) so you get a taste of the amazing work my photographer did. Her name is Angie and I found her through my cousin. They both attend the same ward and I'm SUPER happy that she was able to fit me in her schedule to do a photo shoot. If you need a GREAT photographer, she's the person to do a wonderful job. Here is her blog address: &lt;a href="http://sweetmemorygarden.com/"&gt;http://sweetmemorygarden.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I'm not exactly what else to say about this post except graduation is on my mind right now. School hasn't been on my mind lately and probably won't be. ha ha. I've been trying to think about what to wear for graduation, where to eat after graduation, all my family coming in for graduation, etc. etc. etc...blah blah blah! But when I talk about something on and on, it just means I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time if I have some exciting news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-8210375640610109007?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8210375640610109007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/8210375640610109007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3231120197087831147</id><published>2010-01-17T12:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:11:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Father....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S1NuvVEqmFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BzKYIr5QA-E/s1600-h/Dad!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427803735301199954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S1NuvVEqmFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BzKYIr5QA-E/s320/Dad!.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking a lot about the blessings I have in my life and I am particularly grateful for my Dad. What an inspiration he is to me and I'm sure to many other people. I always have to laugh about some of the characteristics and qualities I have obtained from him. For example my Dad is VERY Organized! Guess what!? I am SOOOOO organized. My life depends on my organization. There have been times that I missed school because my room was a disaster. Now you probably think I'm crazy to be saying that but it's the truth. My dad is very much an amiable and people person. He deals with people every day including me. My dad has worked for a company he currently works for for almost 38 years (in June) and because of this opportunity he has within the company, he has provided opportunities for his children to do things that we wanted to do. In high school, my Dad played football (he was the quarterback), basketball (he was AMAZING), and baseball (he was a fast runner). He was very much liked by many, many girls. ha ha ha. I always look at all the pictures he had when he was younger and he was cute. Of course all the girls were chasing him. My dad got the nickname "Bart" who was an NBA player but don't remember his last name. My dad loved to play basketball. Growing up my Dad would always play in basketball tournaments with older guys. There were tournaments set up for men that were 35 &amp;amp; older, 40 &amp;amp; older, 45 &amp;amp; older, 50 &amp;amp; older, etc...you get the picture. Me and my sisters that were twins would always want to go with my Dad. My sisters would always talk about all these cute guys that they liked while me on the other hand I would sit there watching my Dad play. If his team won the championship he always got MVP and most 3 pointers made. He was pretty awesome like that. I used to laugh at him run while he was trying to catch up with his opponent. Oh my dad was amazing like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year my parents would take us on trips and I am SO grateful for that opportunity that my parents gave us to explore the world. To be able to become open minded individuals and to never judge. I remember one time when I was younger and I had so much homework to do. My sisters didn't want to go with my Dad to the movies and my older sister talked me into going with him so of course I went. It was the greatest movie ever. We watched "Saving Private Ryan". Yes yes it's rated R but to be able to have that bonding moment it was worth it. Another movie moment we had was when all my sisters wanted to watch Apollo 13. Anyways my sisters would always talk about who was going to sit by who and what they would talk about. Well I said I wanted to sit by Dad and my other sister said she wanted to. So when we were sitting down I sat by my Dad and here yells out my sister, "I WANNA sit by Dad!" The whole movie audience looked at her and she sat down embarassed. It was so hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents took me everywhere when I played basketball. We traveled everywhere so I could play basketball. I started playing basketball when I was like 6 or 7 years old and by the age of 10 we were playing in National Tournaments. My dad was the booster president for the parents in which would all decide on which tournaments we were going to, etc. Oh those were the amazing days. My sisters that are twins were very much like my Dad growin up. My dad was very goofy and fun while my twin sisters were the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has been there for through so much. While serving my mission there were times that I would call him and just start bawling my eyes out. Oh wow it was ridiculous. But he stayed by me and supported me through my whole mission. While on my mission, my Dad had a heart attack. I never thought something like that would happen to my Dad but it did. I know Heavenly Father was there with my Dad. I know Heavenly Father has blessed me with a wonderful Dad to help and support me through my mortal life here on earth. My dad has always taught me to try to become self-sufficient. He is always full of wisdom and when I'm down he just tells me to calm down and that things will work out no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this day I can't even say how grateful I am for my Dad...I can't even begin to say how much I love my Dad...He has blessed the lives of so many and will continue to bless many more lives. I am grateful for his mother (my grandma) for instilling some teachings in my Dad. I am grateful I chose my Das as my earthly Dad and am SO grateful I have been able to spend my life getting to know my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my Dad...I love you! I know there have been times I have disappointed you but I hope there have been more times that you have been more proud of me. Thank you for everything in my life. Thank you for the support you have given me. Heavenly Father surely knew that I wouldn't be here without the help of you. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lozza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-3231120197087831147?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3231120197087831147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3231120197087831147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-my-father.html' title='For my Father....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/S1NuvVEqmFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BzKYIr5QA-E/s72-c/Dad!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-4198076090174479897</id><published>2010-01-06T12:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:39:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAST SEMESTER HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally really excited and impatient about graduating.  I don't even want to finish strong although I'm taking 3 core classes that are needed for my major but I am so tired of school.  I have NO clue what i'm going to do after graduation.  I applied to Law School but I don't know if I'm really wanting to go.  I thought I wanted to but the more I think about it, the more I really don't want to go.  But it's too late to apply for graduate school so I am going to have to wait another year to apply.  I have a decent GPA and I'm sure I can study for the GRE this summer but what am I to do?!????!??!  Maybe I'll find a job that I will absolutely love and I don't want to go back to school.  ha ha ha. I may end up moving to Arizona this fall too which will mean GOLF YEAR ROUND!!!! &lt;br /&gt;But life is so good for me right now.  I have no complaints.  Heavenly Father has blessed me tremendously in my life and to be able ot have gotten this far in life.  The other day I was telling my mom I need a small notebook (laptop) where the screen is super small and it's very lightweight.  Last semester I carried my laptop with me everywhere and it was super heavy.  I hated it!  But after my mothers consent I got a new notebook to add with my 2 other laptops.  lol.  I felt really snobby afterwards and I didn't like it at all.  I felt so selfish just wanting things after wanting more things.  I really am grateful for my parents and especially grateful for Heavenly Father for everything I have in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to school.  I think my favorite class this semester will be ASL.  I have been so excited about this class.  My best friend, ALissa, has been helping me so far.  She probably thinks it's soooo easy and here I am struggling.  I have been practicing what she has given me which has been good for me.  I look forward to all the new vocabulary we get every day.  So we'll see how this class goes.  It should be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post something every month which pictures, etc.  I will be excited when April comes my way.  I am enrichly blessed to be able to be going to Brigham Young University and to be able to have a loving family that supports me in my education and other choices that I make. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lozza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-4198076090174479897?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4198076090174479897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/4198076090174479897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-last-semester-has-arrived.html' title='MY LAST SEMESTER HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3731178883459407564</id><published>2009-10-03T01:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:28:21.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tyler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SseXPVYF2PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1469Opbz6mg/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388441768864110834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SseXPVYF2PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1469Opbz6mg/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this post is especially for the person that means so much to me. I want him to know that I care for him and that I will always be there for him. Tyler and I served in the same mission (go figure) and I remember meeting him for the first time. I thought he was an excellent missionary. I never even took another thought about him as we were missionary's. We both went home the same time. I just remember him being goofy and fun. Well at the beginning of the year Douglas and I decided to go to The Pie in Salt Lake City. Tyler mentioned wanting to go so we invited him along. Anyways, we all started going to The Pie together. It became a monthly date for the three of us. Well towards the end of July, Tyler and I started getting to know each other and I realized how much of a blessing he is in my life. I felt so comfortable telling past situations in my life. He never once judged me for thinking a certain way. There were times that I just didn't know where to turn to or talk to someone and he was there. I would like to tell Tyler how much I admire him. Tyler you are an inspiration to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You brighten my day when everything feels so dark. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make me smile every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make me laugh even though nobody laughs at your jokes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You inspired me to pray more diligently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You listened to me when I need someone there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were there to pick me up when I fell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You always wantd to have fun with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never thought I was crazy but thought I was funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You gave me a greater appreciation of soccer ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are so gentleman-like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You inspired me to make more goals in my life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are an example to those around you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love everyone no matter who they are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are so patient with me even though I have my freak out moments. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are so willing to serve no matter the circumstance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have so many Christlike attributes that I want to strengthened or obtain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Of course these are some ways that you blessed my life There are many, many more to come. I hope you get better and I hope that you remember I'm here for you no matter what. Keep moving along and keep smiling because that's what you do the best :) THANK YOU THANK YOU! Remember I love you and I will never judge you and most of all: I'm so proud of you for the person you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOZZA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-3731178883459407564?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3731178883459407564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3731178883459407564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-tyler.html' title='For Tyler...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SseXPVYF2PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1469Opbz6mg/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-3783469759276945905</id><published>2009-10-01T12:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:53:01.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in the Lord...</title><content type='html'>So it's been very stressful for me. I've just had so many things going on at once and yesterday was my break down day where everything made me cry. Even if anyone would say nice complimenting things to me, I would cry. And no, i'm not pms-ing. It just needed to happen yesterday. Here are some stressful things going on in my life right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;1. I am so behind in my school work (reading, homework, and actually studying the material)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2. I have 3 exams all within one week of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;3. The one that I care for the most is going through a rough patch in his life and I don't know what's going on anymore!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to my problems is: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;. Sure I need to make a better calendar and be more organized in my life so I'm able to balance out my life with school and fun, but by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trusting in the Lord&lt;/span&gt; that He will guide me to help balance my life will make things go more smooth. As for the boy in my life. He is amazing and a total sweetheart (not to mention HOT). I didn't think I could care about someone so much (no not love...lol) that it hurts you to know that he is going through a rough time and you don't know what's going on with your relationship anymore...&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TRUST IN THE LORD!!!!&lt;/span&gt; After last night I finally left everything to the Lord and let things happen the way they are supposed. I've finally realized that I need to follow the Lord's timing and not the worlds. Through these experiences I've learned so much about who I am and the person I want to be. I try to change things about me to become a better servant of the Lord. I have nothing else to do but &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I keep saying : &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TRUST IN THE LORD!&lt;/span&gt; If you're worried, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;. If you are impatient on things in your life and you don't know what to do...just &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;. Things may not go as plan but you will feel the Lords hand in everything you do. You will experience understanding in your life and you will be comforted by the Holy Ghost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails just: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TRUST IN THE LORD!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOZZA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-3783469759276945905?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3783469759276945905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/3783469759276945905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust-in-lord.html' title='Trust in the Lord...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-7256608232831055862</id><published>2009-09-09T15:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:35:18.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really HATE school!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so school started on August 31st. SUCK! I actually was pretty excited because it gave me some time to actually socialize with others besides my family and myself. Well it's been over a week since school has started and I am SWAMPED with homework!!! I feel like all I ever do is read read read! What the crap!? The books that i'm reading are one word: BORING! I enjoy reading normally but when I'm forced to read something that makes me want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep I'm not okay with that. My classes so far are very interesting and it should be a good semester despite all the reading I have to do. I have friends in all my classes which makes it even better. My favorite class is going to be Sociology 426 which is held on Wednesdays from 5:15-7:45pm. I'm pretty stoked for the class. Well only because my Timmy poo is there in class with me. We're going to endure this class. He's always been great at listening to the professors while I, on the other hand, am not. As long as he takes notes and fills me on important things to know, I'm good. The best part of having class with Timothy is being able to SCOOT SCOOT together. It's so much fun. I accidentally swallowed a bug last week because we were laughing so hard. When I'm with Timothy it's neverending laughing with him. I miss those times when I'm away from him. After all he is my best guy friend. I enjoy him when I'm with him even though half the time we're busy "bickering" because we're both stubborn individuals. So if you want a good laugh please come hang out with Timothy and I... But other than school starting and trying to be a responsible student like is overall good. I have so many crazy stories as normal. Just ask me!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....So lets see....Okay so I was thinking that by going back to school it would give me opportunity to scope out all the hotties on campus. I'm so sad to say but I'm just not interested in any of them. ha ha. Yes there are some good looking men on campus but no one as good looking as a person I know ;) "Who Who!?" people wonder but when the time is right...I'll be able to reveal ALL about him. Well hopefully that is! ha ha! But I am trying out new flirting skills that Timothy has taught me. So if my current relationship does not work out, maybe I'll find someone on campus or in one of my classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say that since school has started it limits my traveling time. I hate it! I feel bogged down with a school schedule. I am such a carefree individual that it bugs me that I have to go to school at a certain time every day. ugh! Talk about rude! I am wanting to go to Australia next summer along with trips back to DC and California. My family is planning an Alaskan Cruise. YES!!!! So excited! I've been trying to decide on what I want to do with my future since I will be graduating in April. Oh what to do!? I could go do an internship in DC, go traveling, find a real job!? I don't know!? GET MARRIED!?!?!!? HA HA! Oh what the future holds makes me excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I tell you that my DAD HAS FACEBOOK!!!!!! Like he doesn't have enough worries on his shoulders. One day i saw his name appear and I clicked to see if it was him. Obviously I had to add him as a friend and then BAAAM....IT WAS MY DAD!!! Now he sees everything that is going on in my life. I really don't care because I'm pretty open with my Dad. So he can see all the crazy things I'm doing in my life. I'm grateful that I have an open communication with both my parents. It makes my life SO much easier. So I thought the day would never come that my Dad would EVER join facebook. Very shocking!!! Also another story to tell you about my crazy family is my mothers obsession with Michael Jackson....OH MY GOSH! She started crying to me last night about his death. I thought she was only kidding but she was seriously crying. I felt bad afterwards about the whole ordeal but I told her that it would be okay. HA HA HA AH AHA AH AHA AHA! I am laughing about it because if you don't know my mother, she is a very sincere woman and she cares about others around her. So her crying about Michael Jackson shouldn't be a shocker but I guess it was. Sorry mom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is it for now until something exciting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOZZA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-7256608232831055862?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7256608232831055862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7256608232831055862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-hate-school.html' title='I really HATE school!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6848464064912946146</id><published>2009-07-26T17:20:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:13:49.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IN THE WORLD IS LAUREN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm01CBtvMGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xkU2FnxfewM/s1600-h/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363001040204410978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm01CBtvMGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xkU2FnxfewM/s320/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! It seriously has been a while since I've updated the happenings of me. It's been far too long. Well in the month of June, we can start off with my birthday! It was magical and amazing... It started off by going to Salt Lake to eat at Rodizios with my cousin, her two kids, and my mother along with two of my nieces. Afterwards we enjoyed ourselves at the park and then we got some sugar in us. Afterwards we went to the South Towne mall and my mother bought me a cute dress from Forever 21. Oooh I loved it! It was so beautiful and flowery! So we rushed back to Provo where then I rushed back to my apartment to make myself cute for dinner. I wanted to go to Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner so that's where we were all going to meet. There was only supposed to be a few of us for dinner. I invited the one and only, Timmy poo...and his best friend, Jared; my best friend, Alissa; and my cousins. But lo and behold, my aunt, uncle, 4 cousins, and their families came. It wound up being a bigger party than I thought! It was amazing!!!! I loved it! I couldn't believe all the people who came to celebrate my 25th birthday. Yes I'm 25 years old and very proud. We had a lovely dinner and everyone laughed and laughed and laughed. Soon after they brough some ice cream and everyone sang Happy Birthday to me! It was SO amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner Alissa and I came back to my apartment because I wanted to go swimming. I told my cousins, Tim, and Jared I wanted to go swimming. Everyone was game on going swimming. So we all decided to go to Tim's apartment to go swimming. We ended up playing water basketball and it was so much fun! We played until around 11pm. My birthday seriously was the best ever. I think it was awesome because my mother was there to celebrate with me. She is truly my best friend and someone I can tell everything to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my birthday in a short version. I have become really good friends with two elders from my mission. We all found out that we were turning 25 years old in the month of June. So we decided to celebrate our birthdays by going to Happy Sumo and getting sushi. It was so delicious. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. So the two elders from my mission are Douglas "Dougy" and Tyler "Thai Thai". I love them both so much and are amazing! You will hear more about them shortly...trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another happening that happened in the month of June is my Timmy's 27th birthday. Since his mother is not able to come to Utah I decided that I wanted to make his birthday worth every minute on June 15th. So the day before my best friend, Alissa, and I decided to put red cups on an fence that was on an overpass looking a very busy street. We started when the sun was still up. It took us about 2 hours to complete: HAPPY B-DAY TIMMY POO!!! :)... A lot of people asked us why it took us forever to completely but my reply was, "Well I want you to go do the same thing we did and you will see how long it takes you." Yes it took forever! We had to be creative and not to mention we had to crawl up a fence. But the end result was well worth it! It was worth every minute we spent making the sign for Timmy. Right after we finished our sign we went to Tims apartment to decorate his truck and apartment door. I bought some white shoe polish to write all over his truck BUT a part of me knew Tim was going to be mad so I opted out of that option and just decorate with balloons. We decorated his apartment door while he was one out doing some type of mischief. It was fun while it lasted but by the end of the night we were so exhausted and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zXeINfSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6SEyBx7cRH8/s1600-h/awesomeness+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362999209585638690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zXeINfSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6SEyBx7cRH8/s200/awesomeness+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362919835971867810" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzrLUX_1KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wVjbOKom-Yw/s320/Timmy+poo+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zW61LyOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/krl9EEcncKU/s1600-h/Timmy+poo+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362999200110594274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zW61LyOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/krl9EEcncKU/s200/Timmy+poo+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zWZeF5vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8yleX6HK2t4/s1600-h/Timmy+poo+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362999191155369714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zWZeF5vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8yleX6HK2t4/s200/Timmy+poo+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zWN0q4HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_m3_SNGStJA/s1600-h/Timmy+poo+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362999188028842098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0zWN0q4HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_m3_SNGStJA/s200/Timmy+poo+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO excited to have Timmy see everything that I was so impatient. I texted him at 1am wishing him a Happy Birthday and that morning he called me at 7am singing a song for me since my text woke him up. That day around 2:15pm I called Tim to make sure he wouldn't go home to look at facebook to see the big surprise I had for him (The sign). So I made him call me right when he got off work so he didn't go home. I wanted him to see the sign before he looked on facebook and having that spoil his surprise. He called me and when he arrived to the sign he called me and was VERY SURPRISED! Or at least he faked it pretty good. He kept asking me if he could go home. Afterwards Alissa and I went to his apartment to chill with him for a little bit before we went to go run errands. While running errands (looking for an apt for Alissa, test driving cars, going to BYU, etc etc) Timmy called us asking if we wanted to go eat sushi with him for his birthday! In case you don't know TIM AND I LOVE SUSHI!!!! It's our favorite meal....So we went to his favorite place called Asuka for the all you can eat sushi. Jared joined us there. We were so estatic to see him as normal because he's so good looking. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzstKDM73I/AAAAAAAAAF8/wPJpPpLu9zI/s1600-h/fun+times+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362921516827471730" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzstKDM73I/AAAAAAAAAF8/wPJpPpLu9zI/s320/fun+times+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzssBx3GeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WFsisnnLqtY/s1600-h/fun+times+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362921497427384802" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzssBx3GeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WFsisnnLqtY/s320/fun+times+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzssQQhv9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/IFYpGpuTP5s/s1600-h/fun+times+0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362921501314105298" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzssQQhv9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/IFYpGpuTP5s/s320/fun+times+0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzsrpRakKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2BWbEaHGia0/s1600-h/fun+times+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362921490848845986" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SmzsrpRakKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2BWbEaHGia0/s320/fun+times+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously it looks like we had an amazing time at dinner! It was delicious and divine. I just wanted Tim to have the best birthday ever! He is one of the greatest guys I know in my life. I'm so grateful for him and I hope he knows how much he means to me and how much I love him. He truly has blessed my life for the best! Thank you Timmy poo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so a couple days after Tims birthday, Candice and I, made the trek (on an airplane) to DC for Nickys wedding. First and foremost, Nicky was the most beautiful bride! She was so stunning and gorgeous. I immediately started crying after seeing her in her dress. There are words that can't even express what an example she has been for me. She is such a good person and I wish her the best in everything she does. She picked herself a great husband. He is a good guy and they will certainly bless others lives whereever they may be. DC WAS AMAZING! I can't even express what an eye opener it was for me. DC has such amazing culture, history, food, and people. I learned so much while being there. It made me even think about doing an internship there next summer. We'll see what happens...I need to graduate first. While being there we met some really great people. Had lots of good times. Well onto the only thing i'm going to complain about is.............THE HUMIDITY!!! If that humidity woulld just go away then my life would be great. I would be able to fix my hair and my makeup without any of it just going south. I spent endless sweaty days out exploring DC and let me tell you.....I look back and I loved it! It's what made us have a good time. One night Candice and I were out with some wonderful guys and we ate at a random place and it was divine! The picture is way blurry but it was some good food! Southern food is what they call it but I just call it "down home fattening food".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0d0sOXtYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uNsI8y7d5mw/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975522329965954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0d0sOXtYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uNsI8y7d5mw/s320/DC+BABY!!!!+245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DC was truly an amazing trip! I would go back in a heart beat and do everything all over again. I had the opportunity to ride the metro which I had never done. It was pretty awesome. Learning the different routes (or lines) was pretty awesome although I got myself mixed up all the time. Candice and I got lost a few times but who doesn't get lost their first time going to DC. I'm just going to post some pictures of DC so you can enjoy. There are going to be a lot but DC is the place to be!!! Pure amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mTjMbb6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/vT3m23NzcTQ/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984848574869410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mTjMbb6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/vT3m23NzcTQ/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUzFdLlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1HcXwKf_mKg/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984870020460114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUzFdLlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1HcXwKf_mKg/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNdO8LGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YeLcISObMCQ/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988042430458978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNdO8LGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YeLcISObMCQ/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNwJuSqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-bSWjaPepkc/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988047508851362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNwJuSqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-bSWjaPepkc/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUXvtBpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N2Jrh4ixeYU/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984862681466514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUXvtBpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N2Jrh4ixeYU/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNrpCklI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8x9itJYNF7M/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988046298026578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNrpCklI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8x9itJYNF7M/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUC8mf0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/WRFmoTbyWZU/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984857098420034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mUC8mf0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/WRFmoTbyWZU/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mTT8cMKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/48wZR8ZWl34/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984844481278114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0mTT8cMKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/48wZR8ZWl34/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pOQyr7lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c9SfUIa1Htw/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988056270597714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pOQyr7lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c9SfUIa1Htw/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNLAFstI/AAAAAAAAAHc/inmqwVRBxUA/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988037536330450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0pNLAFstI/AAAAAAAAAHc/inmqwVRBxUA/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSEKCjVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nh5bo1udnDA/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987022086737234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSEKCjVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nh5bo1udnDA/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSnR2ykI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qsokt_1tVoA/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987031514761794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSnR2ykI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qsokt_1tVoA/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSR3t8WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JyCqH6P1U-w/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987025767985506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oSR3t8WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JyCqH6P1U-w/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oR6BuUyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FSYE0KxsrF0/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987019367502626" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oR6BuUyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FSYE0KxsrF0/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oRahhGmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ki4jg9z08mE/s1600-h/DC+BABY!!!!+186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987010910919266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0oRahhGmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ki4jg9z08mE/s200/DC+BABY!!!!+186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so immediately after the DC trip it was back to the real world. The real world of so called working and paying bills. The party trip was over. I was completely sad that I needed to become an independent, responsible individual being. It is so overrated! I decided that I was going to be wild and crazy and enjoy life. This is where "the boys" arrived into my life. You see, Tyler "Thai Thai" and Douglas "Dougy" were my monthly get together boys that just went to The Pie and ate and chatted about life. We would give a live update on the happenings of ourselves. Exciting eh!? NOT!!! I needed to see these boys more often. So I decided that my best friend needed to meet "THE BOYS"! lol. So one evening Alissa and I made the trek to Salt Lake and hung out with the boys for an evening of festivities. Well the night of festivities was enough to want these boys in my life F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!! So it's been a great time with them. This past weekend we went to Idaho for our mission presidents reunion. We went up a day early and spent the night at Dougy's grandparents house in Idaho Falls. So good times with the boys....During this time i've missed my Timmy poo! So hopefully I'll be able to report back on the "TJ's" and what they've been up to without Alissa and I.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w2QFaUgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-yjzcimiKAw/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996439856861698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w2QFaUgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-yjzcimiKAw/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1TqUKUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8yIvsaIv9h4/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996423637084482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1TqUKUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8yIvsaIv9h4/s200/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w2NCcLtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sk2jGfgyDjA/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996439039094482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w2NCcLtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sk2jGfgyDjA/s200/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRVMJP1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/KjyzhErvH_s/s1600-h/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995805572120402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRVMJP1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/KjyzhErvH_s/s200/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wQ1jcSjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mH-g0-DShPw/s1600-h/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995797079902770" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wQ1jcSjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mH-g0-DShPw/s200/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1-BQnbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KHLZD3Wizcw/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996435007610290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1-BQnbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KHLZD3Wizcw/s200/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1GV1oBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BcIN8DzubXo/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996420061536274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0w1GV1oBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BcIN8DzubXo/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRzwqelI/AAAAAAAAAIc/231x2_SyZjA/s1600-h/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995813778356818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRzwqelI/AAAAAAAAAIc/231x2_SyZjA/s200/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRBtafKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6GXgnDQqdQ/s1600-h/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995800342953122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm0wRBtafKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6GXgnDQqdQ/s200/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are my boys and along with my best friend. I have decided to live life to the fullest and to never look back. There are to not have any regrets because you truly enjoy life as it comes. I'm so grateful for everything. This upcoming week I'm headed to California! Yeah baby!!! CALIFORNIA!!!! I'm so excited to go and get tanned. It's going to be so much fun. I will tell you guys all about my trip. After my California trip, it's back to the real world until school starts then I don't have to be a grown up and work. I just go to school and enjoy life as it comes. Until then, SO LONG....farewell to you my friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOZZA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-6848464064912946146?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6848464064912946146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6848464064912946146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-in-world-is-lauren.html' title='WHERE IN THE WORLD IS LAUREN???'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/Sm01CBtvMGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xkU2FnxfewM/s72-c/FRIENDS+GALORE!!!+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-5612740425028118631</id><published>2009-04-12T14:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:20:40.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday and The Masters...All in ONE day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJBiJJnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/skK5KYpXeag/s1600-h/O+Jerusalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323910223512544882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJBiJJnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/skK5KYpXeag/s320/O+Jerusalem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Easter and it's my favorite Sunday of the year. It was fast &amp;amp; testimony meeting today at church and I loved it. I learned so much from all the people who shared their testimonies. Today I reflected on so many things especially about the Savior and His atonement and Resurrection. I've been pondering how Christ has affected my life. Let me tell you...There is too much to say that I can't even begin to tell you how much Jesus Christ has affected my life. I'm so grateful for Christ in my life and His example that He has bestowed for everyone if we follow Him. The song "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" is an amazing song with amazing lyrics. The lyrics that touched my heart is: &lt;strong&gt;'Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't it so true though? We have all been lost in our lives at one point or another and because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we have the opportunity to apply the Atonement whenever we need it. It's been a blessing in my life to know that if I'm having any type of negative, sorrow, or sad feeling I can get on my knees and through the Atonement of Jesus Christ I am able to have these feelings gone. I feel so blesed in my life to have this knowledge. I've included a slideshow called "Reflections of Christ" which plays the song "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" which is sung by Freddie Ashby. Wow what an amazing voice he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oteno81QzzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oteno81QzzQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;The first time I saw this slideshow was when a girl in Relief Society was teaching us a lesson about Jesus Christ. It was such a great lesson and she showed us this slideshow. I begin to cry more and more. It's such a beautiful song and such beautiful pictures. It shows every details of Christ mortal existence here on earth to the crucifixion of Christ to the resurrection of Christ. It is because of Christ that we are able to be resurrected and have perfect bodies. What an amazing blessing to have that knowledge in our lives. He has suffered for us all so we should let him in our lives. What an amazing comfort to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJNCkDsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8p5Lg93Jb7s/s1600-h/Resurrection.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323910226601316034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJNCkDsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8p5Lg93Jb7s/s320/Resurrection.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My absolute favorite picture is this picture of Christ when Mary Magdalene is the first to see Jesus Christ. I often wonder what I will do when I see Christ again. My other favorite picture is the one where Christ is knocking on the door waiting for us to open the door. You will notice in that picture that there is no door knob because if Jesus Christ had it his way, He would open the door to everyones heart and life. I love reading 'Jesus the Christ' by James E. Talmage. I remember reading this book while serving in South Dakota and I learned so much. I learned so much about Jesus Christ and His mortal life. I love all the movies that the church has produced about Christ. I miss being a missionary and sharing the gospel to so many people. It was such a learning experience in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJf-U2CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vmhkaM4W0bE/s1600-h/Masters+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323910231683815458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJf-U2CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vmhkaM4W0bE/s320/Masters+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is another reason why I love today. If you didn't know, I LOVE golf. Well I don't think that's the right word...OBSESSED is the word now. I'm obsessed with golf. I am currently watching That Masters which is one of four major tournaments tht happens every year. The Masters is my favorite major championship and it would be a dream to attend The Masters. Of course it's unlikely to happen because they have leave the tickets for people that are members and have been members since the 1970's. But if I knew someone who isn't going, I would go. I should at least try to go to one of the major championships in my lifetime. That would be amazing. The Masters happens every year around the first part of April and it's taken place at August National Golf Club located in Augusta, Georgia. It's a beautiful course and there are so many people that attend every year. Right now at this very moment, Kenny Perry is in the lead. If he wins The Masters he will be the oldest golfer in history to win The Masters. I hope he wins the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJdb_duI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kk_nfVTS1Gs/s1600-h/Masters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323910231002937058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJdb_duI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kk_nfVTS1Gs/s320/Masters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see in this picture, the gallery of the 2009 Masters. It is so huge and there are so many people that go every year. To me I think The Masters is the most prestigous golf tournament of the four majors. Now you're wondering what are the four majors. We start the year off with The Masters, then in June is the US Open, in July is the British Open, and in August is the PGA Championship. I hate the British Open because the time change is do different than here in America so I have to watch at during the night and i'm not into this major as much as I should. The US Open will be played this year in New York at the Bethpage State Park in which is a hard course. One of the hardest I've seen in all golf tournaments. It's known as the "Black Course". But it's beautiful. The thing I love about golf is that you have to adjust your game all the time. There are many different reasons you have to adjust for. For example, the weather could be rainy one day so you have to adjust your swing, approach, etc.; and the next day it could be beautiful so you have adjust the way you're going to swing and approach and also know the greens are going to be a little bit slower than they would have been if it was dry and hot. Another reason to adjust your swing is because maybe you're not hitting your woods very well. I have a long game which means I hit the ball a lot longer than most women so if my woods are hurting, then I have to use my irons in which my irons are normally played shorter than my woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUOHDJxAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/teXJQqI-AV4/s1600-h/Tiger+Woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323910310892520450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUOHDJxAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/teXJQqI-AV4/s320/Tiger+Woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best golfers in the game of golf is Tiger Woods. Surprise Surprise! He won last years US Open then because he hurt his knee, he couldn't play for the rest of the year. Golf wasn't the same without him. Well in February of this year was his comeback since last June. He has since then one tournament and isn't doing that great at The Masters. He's been an ispiration on and off the golf course to so many people. He has changed the game of golf since he turned professional. You may wonder why I keep talking about golf and about Tiger Woods. Golf changed my life and my way of thinking. I think golf is about 30% skill and 70% mentality. Isn't that crazy? I love going to a golf course and being the one that is intimidating people. They get scared and aren't sure of their game of golf. This is when I come in and play well. I played a few weeks ago with two guys that go to BYU but have been playing golf for over 10 years. They talked about how great of a golfer they both are, etc.etc. Need I say more? So when I asked them if I could play I knew that I needed to hit a great tee shot to scare them. The first hole is a par 5, 500+ yards. I pulled out my driver and hit it 320 yards. It was amazing! Ever since that shot, I was in the drivers seat and beat these two men. I don't have much skill at all but because I was mentally stronger, I beat them. It was glorious! I loved it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finals start up this week and I'm NOT excited. I have 3 papers to write in the next 2 days. Wow, it's going to be rough and I'm not looking forward to it at all. Well I better start doing something with my life like get ready for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lozza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-5612740425028118631?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5612740425028118631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/5612740425028118631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday-and-mastersall-in-one-day.html' title='Easter Sunday and The Masters...All in ONE day!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeJUJBiJJnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/skK5KYpXeag/s72-c/O+Jerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1504939842004693786</id><published>2009-04-11T01:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:17:41.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfloor doors?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBQgc2HJpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fQW2j-NuaLY/s1600-h/music+note.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323343277981116050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBQgc2HJpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fQW2j-NuaLY/s320/music+note.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in the music singing lately and it's been driving me crazy. I go from my favorite band, Muse, to Immature to Boys Like Girls to Bone Thugs N Harmony to George Strait to Mo-Tab?! Mo-tab!? What the heck?! I don't know what's wrong with me on that last one. Sometimes when I am off to la la land Mo-tab is so boring that it gets me tired. I love music especially during this stressful time of the semester. Ugh! No fun. I have 3 papers to write this weekend; one of which is 18 pages and I'm still trying to figure out the topic of my paper. Someone help me...Oh well, i'm sure it'll get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this week has been stressful. It's been such a learning week but then again it's been hell. Like literally it has been. I was so glad to go to the mall today and relax and buy some mascara and some other things that i've been needing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOAYap6NI/AAAAAAAAADk/TEGhN_Wa8cc/s1600-h/breakdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323340528013142226" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOAYap6NI/AAAAAAAAADk/TEGhN_Wa8cc/s320/breakdancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music has definitely calmed myself down a lot. It never does but it did this past week. I literally sat at a computer, turned on my ipod and did homework. I know I had ADD but music definitely helped me out. I'm sure there were people next to me who probably thought I was crazy and couldn't dance but I enjoyed myself anyways. ha ha. The title of this post is calling "Get with Me" by David Banner. It's a good song and I always laugh about it. It brings back good memories. Why is it that we associate music with memories. Aren't pictures or thoughts sufficient enough? It's crazy to hear a song and let it bring you back to that very moment you had with a certain individual(s) or even by yourself. Listening to songs remind me of people that I have fallen in love with. It's not a good feeling because I get down on myself for something that I couldn't control happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOAzj-IXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mTRaq-O0YPQ/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323340535299973490" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOAzj-IXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mTRaq-O0YPQ/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A current song that I can't get out of my head is 'Miss Independent' by Ne-Yo. I love love love love it. It's an amazing song. Maybe some guy will be singing that song about me. Well probably not because i'm definitely NOT independent by any means. My friends roomie always plays that song every night when I go to their apartment. It's hilarious and I jam out and look like an idiot dancing. My goal this year is to LEARN HOW TO DANCE!!!! Will someone just teach me already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll learn how to do some breakdancing? Or maybe I'll learn how to country dance? Or maybe i'll do ballroom dance? Or maybe I'll just jam the night away and hope that I can feel the rhythm? ha ha ha. That will be the day. I hope my future husband has some moves and makes me go dancing with him so we can just dance the night away even when we're a bunch of old hags. lol. I can just see myself now. I love the movie Dirty Dancing! woot! That would be amazing to have the ability to dance and dance and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOA7JR6lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6nXGiX7fkk/s1600-h/Dirty+Dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323340537335507538" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBOA7JR6lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6nXGiX7fkk/s320/Dirty+Dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I better get going. I am so tired and am ready to go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lozza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1504939842004693786?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1504939842004693786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1504939842004693786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-ever-seen-chevy-with.html' title='Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfloor doors?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SeBQgc2HJpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fQW2j-NuaLY/s72-c/music+note.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-7825202617029769441</id><published>2009-04-05T01:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:41:49.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbiXDO6iI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Qics30v-7Y/s1600-h/Tiarra+and+Lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321103605599496738" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbiXDO6iI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Qics30v-7Y/s320/Tiarra+and+Lauren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have realized how much I say the phrase, "Oh my gosh..." I laugh thinking about it all. ha ha. It's like every sentence starts off with "Oh my gosh........" love it! I love being able to have the "girly girl" attitude and act ridiculously stupid in front of men so they can feel "macho" around me. ha ha. Well not always. For you men reading this, I'M SMARTER THAN YOU THINK I AM! I just tend to act retarded around you for a reason. If I think you're cute I have to act a certain way to keep you interested. ha ha. Just kidding. Well okay I'm not but I just put myself out there now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this past week was awful. I just wasn't myself and I hated it. I finally snapped out of things last night. It was pretty amazing. I realized some things in my life that I kept pushing away not realizing that I needed to make a change in my life. It was hard because I grew accustomed to things going on in my life. Tim (I love you) would always try making me laugh and smile and it worked but only for a limited time. Rex did the same thing and it worked for a brief moment. Normally I'm so outgoing, loud, and funny but not this past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbVTiNsUI/AAAAAAAAADM/LmWgPY1N-y0/s1600-h/Tiarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321103381317398850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbVTiNsUI/AAAAAAAAADM/LmWgPY1N-y0/s320/Tiarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbVgWIO4I/AAAAAAAAADU/au2E9hOx9EY/s1600-h/Group+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's General Conference weekend and it has been amazing. As I listen to the talks, I can't help but realize how much Heavenly Father loves each of this children. He truly loves us all. I can't wait for tomorrows session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well school is getting ready to end here in a 2 1/2 weeks. I'm pretty stoked about it. This summer I have to find a job. Not so much fun. I really don't want to work. I've just been blessed with my parents to support me throughout the academic school year that the very thought of "job" scares the living daylights out of me. After school gets out, I'm going back to my mission (South Dakota) to visit and see the people that have blessed my life beyond measures. I think it will be a good trip. There are so many people that I'm pretty excited to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to think of what to say. Oh yes....So I'm taking a crimes, corrections, justice class. I think that's what it's called...I'm so oblivious to the situation I put myself in. ugh! Anyways, a couple of weeks ago we went and visited to Utah State Prison. Yes yes, the prison. I will NEVER go back there again. Heck no! Our first stop was at the womens prison in which we were presented in a panel of four women. Out of the four, three women have killed innocent blood. It was so sad to see them and tell their stories. After we were done with the panel, we arrived at the mens prison. There is something different about the mens prison....THEY'RE ALL CRAZY!? No flipping joke. We toured the prison and I will never want to live this experience ever again. There is this guy from my class named Rex Stailey. He can testify that I probably gave him bruises because of how hard I held onto his arm. Poor guy. :( If you're reading this Rex, I'm sorry. We went to 3 different blocks or areas where prisoners were held. Every block was very different. Some prisoners were more well behaved than the others. So scary though. That night I had a dream that the class left me there and I tried to leave but everyone was gone. I woke up in the custodian closet in which inmates were in and out of. I was trying to hide so no one saw me. I remember crying so hard and woke up suddenly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was definitely an interesting experience that I can't believe I survived. So I bet you're wondering what the heck these pictures are doing here. Well I suppose I got bored out of my whits so I decided to add some "flava" into this post. ha ha. I hope it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbVgWIO4I/AAAAAAAAADU/au2E9hOx9EY/s1600-h/Group+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321103384756370306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbVgWIO4I/AAAAAAAAADU/au2E9hOx9EY/s320/Group+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm hoping to post more soon.  Just always remember that "life is good".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lozza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-7825202617029769441?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7825202617029769441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/7825202617029769441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh.....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SdhbiXDO6iI/AAAAAAAAADc/3Qics30v-7Y/s72-c/Tiarra+and+Lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6190639434639859651</id><published>2009-03-21T16:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:09:10.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvYsdYl_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DE7NjDIlq9A/s1600-h/birthday+fun+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315777405222688754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvYsdYl_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DE7NjDIlq9A/s320/birthday+fun+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay okay! I've been in stress mode for the last little bit and I'm at the tip of my stress mode. Ugh! I hate this time of the semester where papers, projects, test, and among other things are happening in my life. It consumes my life; not to mention it also stresses out my life. Whatever! So nothing new has happened in the last little bit. The only great thing that has happened is that i've seen my family twice in the last month. I get to see my mother this weekend again. It won't even be two weeks before I get to see her again. I'm super excited so she can take my shopping. It'll be the best. I asked for some more spring dresses and some spring shoes. So we'll see what she says. I enjoy shopping and I will have you know that for the last month and a half, I haven't worn the same outfit. ha ha. Miracle! That's how much clothes I have. I've tried to sprice up my wardrobe so I can make myself look available. Or so my mother says. ha ha. It has definitely boosted my self-esteem and confidence and yes it did attract a particular person ;) He will rename nameless right now for a little bit...lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little niece, Brianna, started crawling about a month. Oh she's a joy. She smiles and smiles and smiles. When she's not smiling, you know something is wrong. She loves to be held and when you put her down, she starts crying. lol. I love hearing her cry because it's like music to my ears. ha ha ha! NO, it's not! My other nieces and nephew are growing so much. It's ridiculous. They all are starting to talk back to their parents and I love it. My siblings don't know what to do when their children are talking back, teasing them, etc. Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvYLbDTwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rVRlxbOD5Ys/s1600-h/February+27,+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315777396354535170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvYLbDTwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rVRlxbOD5Ys/s320/February+27,+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see...So since I last wrote, it was my best friends birthday, Blake. He turned whopping 24 years old. He and I have a bet going on that he's going to be engaged or have a girlfriend by October. Picky picky person he is when choosing a girl. "Oh Blake", I always tell him. Lets see if he can manage to find some spring love. Hmmm....what else?! Oh my gosh...So I had such a random night a few weeks ago. My roommate, Alissa, and I were hanging out with this elder from my mission. It has got to be the most random night in my whole entire life. No joke! He was so negative, weird, need I say more? Anyways, we left to get some ice cream and stopped by at the gas station. So while he was re-fueling his grandma looking car, we started taking some pictures. You will see the results of that little photo shoot we have by the picture of Alissa and I. Needless to say, the night turned out fun because I had Alissa there by my side. ha ha. And on the 7th of March, some friends and I celebrated my best friend, Elizabeth, birthday. We had buffalo burgers and then went shopping at the mall. We watched a movie called 'Taken' and that movie was so intense for my little soul. I was holding hands with Elizabeth and Valerie when an intense moment was coming up. Afterwards, we had a lemon cake that was divine. Alana made the cake. She's amazing like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvX2pw5wI/AAAAAAAAACs/DRIOjZ14sZo/s1600-h/fun+fun+fun%5D+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315777390779098882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvX2pw5wI/AAAAAAAAACs/DRIOjZ14sZo/s320/fun+fun+fun%5D+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since that night, my life has been jam packed with so much school stuff. I hate it but I'll be able to graduate soon enough. I don't think I have any funny stories. Well I guess I do but there are so many and it will take so long to write one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lozza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-6190639434639859651?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6190639434639859651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/6190639434639859651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-mode.html' title='Stress Mode'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/ScVvYsdYl_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DE7NjDIlq9A/s72-c/birthday+fun+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-1690106341069875879</id><published>2009-02-09T18:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:45:12.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SZDcFqQBAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HISiSz4K4yg/s1600-h/Fun+times+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300978751213994322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SZDcFqQBAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HISiSz4K4yg/s320/Fun+times+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well life has been very hectic lately. It's crazy how fast the time goes. I can't believe it. All of a sudden, February found me and I'm not even ready for it. This Saturday is V-day and I have NO clue what i'm going to be doing?! My family is supposed to come in on Friday, but the weather may prohibit them from coming. Last weekend, I went back to NM for a yearly medical appointment. I had the opportunity to coach my sisters 4th and 5th grade basketball team. Sadly, we lost both games. My niece, Tiarra, plays on the team and I never realized how hard I was on her until both games were over. I felt horrible and sick inside of me. She is the sweetest person in the whole wide world and I was rude to her. I knew that I had to be patient with her basketball skills so they can develop and she can be an effective ballplayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, being at home was amazing. I love being spoiled by my family. Since being the "baby" of the family, I am the center of the attention. The only thing I didn't get was my GPS navigation system, but my mother is coming into town this weekend and I know she's going to get it for me. Being able to be home with my family was wonderful. I have a niece who is talking more and more. She loves to watch Tom &amp;amp; Jerry and all of a sudden you will hear her say, "Run Jerry run...No Tom NO!" Then there is my cute 8 month old niece, Brianna. She is growing like a tumbleweed and she loves to smile. I actually got some great pictures of her. I also love being babied by my father. I always tell him that he should just tell me that i'm his favorite daughter, but he laughs at me. It was good to be around him and talk about things going on in my life. He's the reason I ever had the desire to go to college and gain a formal education. He's the reason I am goofy and crazy all the time. If you ever hear me sneeze and it's LOUD; I take that from my father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the weekend, I didn't want to come back. But being back in Provo has been good. The time has gone by so fast. School has kept me extremely busy. I feel like I'm always behind all the time. Completely behind. So much reading for all my classes so if you ever want to hang out and I'm not able to, please no offense. I just gotta get my education under control. I have been trying to contemplate on what I should do with my life after graduation, but suddenly realized that I needed to live in the moment. Worry about those things this summer. I also have started making goals which have take a lot of stress levels down. It's amazing the things you learn each day by changing some little by little. As far as shopping though, that will never change. I will always love shopping no matter where and who I'm with. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think there is anything else exciting in my life. No engagements yet!? ha ha. That will be the day. I feel like I'm so indecisive with men at this point in my life that I can't make a decision. Oh well, that time will come when I decide to change my ways and choose one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time or if anythin exciting has happened to me, I will write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LB or Lozza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739399927350450126-1690106341069875879?l=laurenkbenally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1690106341069875879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739399927350450126/posts/default/1690106341069875879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenkbenally.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-central.html' title='Update Central'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/TJWjQAMG2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7E0EeqxriWA/S220/IMG_6088rev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dT3K21HbYM8/SZDcFqQBAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HISiSz4K4yg/s72-c/Fun+times+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6109301240013565477</id><published>2009-01-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:21:34.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Blogger!</title><content type='html'>Okay!  So I have a lot of friends that have started blogging.  Mind you that they've mostly have all gotten married.  I have never blogged before. I guess I will see how well this works out for me.  If it's not what I thought it is, then adios to blogging.  I never thought I would be blogging.  I still don't understand the whole point yet, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching the BYU Utah Mens basketball game. I am screaming my little heart out for our Cougars.  The game has gone into overtime. I love sports especially basketball.  I hope the Cougars come out on top.  I am currently going to BYU and I am graduating this December.  I am a Sociology/Business major.  I can't wait to be done.  I plan on going on to get either my Masters in Business or Sociology.  I have also thought about going on to get my Law Degree.  We'll see what happens.  Well it looks like Utah has won this game.  Oh well.  Next time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the semester is over.  It will be such a blessing in my life.  I plan on going back to my mission (South Dakota) at the end of April through the middle part of May.  It's going to be a lot of fun.  I look forward to seeing all the people that have blesses my life beyond measures.  I will definitely be posting some pictures of my mission.  Also you will see pictures of my family, friends, and whatever else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i'm headed back to the lovely Four Corners.  I'm from a town called Kirtland, NM. It's about 20 minutes west of Farmington which most people know where that is at.  I come from a small community.  We have one stop light.  It's a place where you get gas and take off.  There are about 5 gas stations and we have 8 little eateries.  It's a cute community and I love it.  Anyways, I'm going home this weekend for a yearly dermatologist appt.  If I didn't see a dermatologist, my beautiful would be filled with pimples galore.  I am also coaching my sisters basketball team in which she coaches 4th and 5th graders.  My niece, Tiarra, plays on the team.  We'll see how it goes.  My sister and I grew up playing basketball, but it's interesting when you coach.  Very different.  So i'll definitely post the news on how I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose that's about it that's going on in my life.  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