<?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-8075564068316617800</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:16:26.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><subtitle type='html'>"I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and non-existent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now."
-President Thomas S. Monson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-5422174427473019891</id><published>2009-07-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:27:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Who Said Cheerleading Wasn't A Sport?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5yX3w8MW_0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5yX3w8MW_0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJYg_klavHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJYg_klavHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5422174427473019891?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5422174427473019891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5422174427473019891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5422174427473019891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5422174427473019891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-who-said-cheerleading-wasnt-sport.html' title='And Who Said Cheerleading Wasn&apos;t A Sport?!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-5854457604812418567</id><published>2009-06-02T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:09:37.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blog</title><content type='html'>So since I'm planning a wedding and getting ready to start a new life with Danny- I figured it was time for a new blog!! I've started a blog that will track our adventures of planning a wedding and then as we start our new life together! Hope you all will enjoy it! :) The new blog is: &lt;a href="http://dannyandsamantha.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dannyandsamantha.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5854457604812418567?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5854457604812418567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5854457604812418567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5854457604812418567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5854457604812418567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='A New Blog'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-8948027839337664306</id><published>2009-05-15T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:40:39.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GETTING MARRIED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1sEwfAvkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jkoK_reIGnI/s1600-h/P5121763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1sEwfAvkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jkoK_reIGnI/s320/P5121763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039962494156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken right before Danny proposed!! I had NO idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rNLaMroI/AAAAAAAAALg/UFPWz2r7Co4/s1600-h/P5121768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rNLaMroI/AAAAAAAAALg/UFPWz2r7Co4/s320/P5121768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039007649050242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Danny asked me to marry him!! (The story will come after the pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rMzNTVAI/AAAAAAAAALY/AnqaoKDdbMo/s1600-h/P5121774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rMzNTVAI/AAAAAAAAALY/AnqaoKDdbMo/s320/P5121774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039001152508930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his fishing pole! Where my ring was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rM1BvJhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GpOwHbK3Cdo/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rM1BvJhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GpOwHbK3Cdo/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039001640871442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my best catch yet! This is right after we told my family what had happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rMvQF_ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/cmnzxI4X8wM/s1600-h/RING.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1rMvQF_ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/cmnzxI4X8wM/s320/RING.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039000090475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RING!!!&lt;br /&gt;(The diamond is my great-grandmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok...so the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Danny and I like to fish, so we were once again fishing! (We did A LOT of it while he was here!) I must admit that I was VERY reluctant to go this time...but little did I know what was awaiting me on this trip! We drove around for about an hour trying to find this other pond that we wanted to try. Finally we made it...but not with much daylight left! We got right to fishing, caught a couple trees, and a few fish...then it was the big moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night Danny had been tying on different lures for me to try, and this time he asked me to come over and see the lure he was tying on, and asked me if I thought it would be good. I just looked over my shoulder and said, "Yeah babe it looks great!" and just kept fishing. He asked me to come over there to look at it. So I reeled my line in and walked over there, we talked about the spinner bait he had in his hands and decided it would be good. I started to walk away, and he then asked, "What about this one?" I looked down to see a RING tied to the end of the fishing line!!! The first word out of my mouth was, "really?!" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both hugged each other for a long time, shared some tears, laughs, and more tears! It felt so surreal, I had to keep looking at my ring to remind me that this had just happened! We came home to the family sitting in the living room, and shared the good news- everyone could not be happier! I then learned that Danny hadn't slept all night because he was afraid of missing my Dad in the morning. Danny got up to catch my Dad before he went to work, so he could ask my Dad for his permission. I had no idea all the "behind the scenes" things that went on, that I was COMPLETELY oblivious to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have such an amazing man in my life! We're excited to start a life together, and can't wait to be married in the temple forever. I've been so blessed to have Danny as my best friend, and I couldn't ask for more. We're separated for the next 6 months, due to school, but we can't wait to be married to start a new adventure!! Danny is by far my best "catch" yet!! ;)&lt;br /&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/8075564068316617800-8948027839337664306?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/8948027839337664306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=8948027839337664306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/8948027839337664306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/8948027839337664306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;M GETTING MARRIED!!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/Sg1sEwfAvkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jkoK_reIGnI/s72-c/P5121763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-5670167200596934600</id><published>2009-03-29T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:47:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>I know that everything happens for a REASON...at least that's what I always thought. But do you ever wonder why some thing happen? Do you ever experience something and wonder...Wow what is the lesson in this one? What could or is going to come from this? It's interesting the life experiences that we have, the things that shake us, the things that break us, the things that strengthen us, the things that make us smile uncontrollably, the things that make us want to hide....I could go on forever- but each and every day we all experience these emotions- some stronger than others. Some days are just days that are meant to be absolutely amazing, launch you up to Cloud 9 (maybe even higher.) Then there are those days that send you into your lowest of lows, where nothing seems to be pointing up- even when you try to climb back up, something brings you down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are my days to realize THE REASON behind everything. THE REASON we have a Savior, THE REASON our Heavenly Father knows us each by name, THE REASON we are granted another breath. It's our duty to remember our Heavenly Father and our Savior and realize that everything does happen for a REASON and that we need to be grateful for these experiences. When I reach that point, the point of total and completely exhaustion, where I feel like I can't fight the day- I remember my Savior. I remember that He is THE REASON I do everything that I do. He is THE REASON I have hope. As we stumble and fall, and we soar and grow- we owe it all to our Savior and His love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5670167200596934600?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5670167200596934600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5670167200596934600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5670167200596934600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5670167200596934600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-501543079776140937</id><published>2009-03-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:58:47.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/ScEeZx9-W1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IlcNMrijZRM/s1600-h/philadelphia9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/ScEeZx9-W1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IlcNMrijZRM/s320/philadelphia9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562463532735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my roommates were talking about those 3 little words that seem to mean so much more than their size! As they were talking about the words "I Love You" I got to thinking about what those words mean to me, and how I know that I'm in love! How I can tell the difference of being IN love and Loving someone. This is what I came up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I'm in love when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything I do, I do with him in mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait to see him each and every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate saying good bye at the end of each night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder how his day is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worry about him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be the best I possibly can for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I see him, I smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I have a bad day, all I want is to see him to brighten my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can go to him with tear filled eyes, left-over make up and PJ's and he still thinks I look beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I've had a bad day, he brings me my favorite Mint Oreos so we can make our own Milkshake/Blizzards! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He introduces me to the smallest place to eat...but the absolute best!! :) (aka Chiz's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can't wait until I cook for him again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our schedules are COMPLETE opposites...and he still makes time to see me, no matter how tired he is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can fall asleep while he's driving and not worry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He shares all his music with me! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can make me melt with his baby blues, and amazing voice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He laughs at my "stage fright"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He calls me in the morning to wake me up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His interests become mine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His tardiness makes me laugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This list could obviously go on forever, but I don't have the space, or the time- If it wasn't obvious yet- I've found someone so incredible that makes me smile every single day! He's everything I could have ever wanted! We'll see what happens! But as for now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; To Be Continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-501543079776140937?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/501543079776140937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=501543079776140937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/501543079776140937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/501543079776140937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/ScEeZx9-W1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IlcNMrijZRM/s72-c/philadelphia9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-3187208865147665094</id><published>2009-03-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:30:06.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WORD:</title><content type='html'>ONE word and ONE word only answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt; Desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your significant other?&lt;/strong&gt; Fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;/strong&gt; Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;/strong&gt; Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your father?&lt;/strong&gt; Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;/strong&gt; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;/strong&gt; Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your dream/goal?&lt;/strong&gt; Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt; Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Your hobby?&lt;/strong&gt; Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;/strong&gt; I.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/strong&gt; Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where were you last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Muffins?&lt;/strong&gt; Bannana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Wish list item?&lt;/strong&gt; Sparkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Where you grew up?&lt;/strong&gt; Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Last thing you did?&lt;/strong&gt; Worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Your TV?&lt;/strong&gt; Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Your pets?&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Your life?&lt;/strong&gt; Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Your mood?&lt;/strong&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Missing some one?&lt;/strong&gt; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Car?&lt;/strong&gt; Camry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Something you're not wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Make-up (Ahh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Your favorite store?&lt;/strong&gt; AE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/strong&gt; Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt; Heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Who will resend this?&lt;/strong&gt; Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over?&lt;/strong&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly?&lt;/strong&gt; Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. My favorite place to eat?&lt;/strong&gt; Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Why you participated in this survey?&lt;/strong&gt; Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. What are you doing tonight?&lt;/strong&gt; Date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-3187208865147665094?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3187208865147665094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=3187208865147665094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3187208865147665094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3187208865147665094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-word.html' title='ONE WORD:'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-3407013961231534783</id><published>2009-03-06T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:12:26.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a 90's kid if:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wow...this is PERFECT!! Everything describes me perfectly...except I'd have to add- BIG bangs, and elastic leggings in neon colors, and a shirt tucked in with a belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember reading “Goosebumps”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the profound meaning of “Wax on, wax off”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELLO….HOT WHEELS!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still get the urge to say “NOT” after (almost) every sentence…Not…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when super nintendos became popular.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3……..and tried to pull the pranks on “intruders”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on “Saved By The Bell”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You played and/or collected “Pogs”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys were the best mystery books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All your school supplies were “Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You made paper scrunchies to see who you’d end up marrying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’ve gotten creeped out by “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Talk to the hand” … enough said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought Brain would finally take over the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You always said, “Then why don’t you marry it!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when everyone went slinky crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when razor scooters were cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we were younger:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; iPods…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;…Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp;amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs &amp;amp; paid $3.50 for a movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Over Here!!!! means something to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red Light, Green Light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heads Up 7 Up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Kickball &amp;amp; Dodgeball until your porch light came on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopskotch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tree Houses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hula Hoops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain Planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running through the sprinklers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That “Little Mermaid”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting the privilege to sit in the front seat of the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking Sqeeze It “Squeeze The Fun Out Of It”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or what about:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey Arnold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rugrats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret World of Alex Mac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocco’s Modern Life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magic School Bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aladdin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinky and the Brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sailor Moon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blossom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beavis &amp;amp; Butt-Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishbone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill Nye the Science Guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR RODGERS!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where everyone wanted to be in love after watching The Wonder Years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under the Umbrella Tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PEE-WEE!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Big Comfy Couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kool-Aid was the drink of choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class field trips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When $5 seemed like a million, &amp;amp; another dollar a miracle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you begged to go to McDonalds for dinner everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Toys R Us overuled the mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to the time when:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in ‘Monopoly.’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being old referred to anyone over 20.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A chance to skate as a couple at the local roller rink was like winning the lottery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Aladdin was new, before the trilogy was complete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who would have thought you’d miss the 90’s so much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-3407013961231534783?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3407013961231534783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=3407013961231534783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3407013961231534783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3407013961231534783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-90s-kid-if.html' title='You&apos;re a 90&apos;s kid if:'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-2560758865368565830</id><published>2009-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:12:28.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. FIRST date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we're still good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. What was your FIRST job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the normal babysitting gig...ELECTRIC BEACH TANNING SALON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5. What was your FIRST car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 Mitsubishi- Nickname: "Soda Can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise, who is crashing on my floor! Didn't want to wake her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGuire! (Her first name was Babe...pretty sweet huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;9. Who was your FIRST Kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;10. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;11. Who was your FIRST best friend &amp;amp; do you still talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Baumgardner, and no we don't still talk- but I did talk to him at his High School Graduation! (He went to the same high school as John!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;12. Where was your FIRST sleepover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house. But away from my house- Dana Coomb's house in Leesburg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise- I did end up waking her up! Oops! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at my alarm and said, "Morning?! Already?!" Just kidding...I took a shower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;John Michael Montgomery- a surprise from my parents. (I even got a shirt too! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16. FIRST piercing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;17. FIRST foreign country you've been to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Uhh...San Bernardino Ghetto?! JK...Never been to a different country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;18. FIRST movie you remember seeing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;E.T. - And I think I'm still scarred from this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;19. When was your FIRST detention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was a Senior in high school! Just a week before Graduation...hey you gotta get it in before you graduate! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;20. What was the FIRST state you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;California- but that I remember...Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;21. Who was your FIRST roommate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lindsay and Jenny! Amazing girls! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;22. What happened the FIRST time you were pulled over driving? Did you get a ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've never been pulled over... (knock on wood!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-2560758865368565830?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2560758865368565830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=2560758865368565830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2560758865368565830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2560758865368565830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-7315214419344494671</id><published>2009-02-23T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:13:05.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Suprises! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this weekend was my birthday...and it was absolutely amazing! I've never been able to be surprised! No one has ever been able to "pull a fast one" on me. But this weekend was FULL of surprises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SURPRISE #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday night Danny and I went out to dinner, and then decided that we were going to watch a movie after dinner. He had me pick a few from his house, and then we headed over to my apartment. We got to my apartment and made brownies and then decided to start the movie. Ok, a little bit about me and Danny- we're THE most easy going people, and have the tendency to let that affect our decision making! :) lol- So basically neither one of us ever make a decision! Well...Danny had me pick the movie, so I figured oh alright, we'll pick one together! (So a little background- I'd been trying to get Danny to watch Moulin Rouge for WEEKS!) So I started naming off the movies so he could help me pick one out...then Moulin Rouge was stuck right there in the middle of the stack!! :) I don't know how he got it in there, but he had gone and gotten the movie for me, even though I know it was tourture for him! :) It was the first surprise anyone has ever been able to pull off for me, and it was the sweetest thing! Thank you Danny!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE #2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday was my actual birthday, and it actually was just a normal Sunday most of the day. I got up and went to my early morning meetings, went to the rest of church, then came home and took a nap. Then Danny came and picked me up to go check his work schedule. Then he told me that Josh, Danny's best friend, wanted us to come over for a bit. I had told danny that we were having a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sweet swap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" at my house at 8 so I needed to be home for that. We were at Josh and Sharlee's until about 8:15, when Danny said- "Oh I forgot about your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sweet swap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we better go." I thought, well ok. haha So we're walking up, and the house is dark- and I thought...hmmm maybe I thought it was at our house, but it's really not. I walked in to an apartment full of about 30 people...and walked RIGHT BACK OUT! They were singing Happy Birthday, how embarrassing! :) Danny pushed me back into the apartment, I blew out my candles, and then enjoyed the night with friends! :) My amazing roommate Stephanie had planned this whole thing! Getting everyone there, getting me out of the house, and the treats! :) She's amazing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjplJ6McI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_3wpB-_LHwQ/s1600-h/P2220379+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjplJ6McI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_3wpB-_LHwQ/s320/P2220379+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306053614483681730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjpxe3vQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pU0NpXEI0k8/s1600-h/P2220386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjpxe3vQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pU0NpXEI0k8/s320/P2220386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306053617792826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjp_Vf-sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hBlA6F2ka7U/s1600-h/P2220387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLm5HxXefI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ITO3BH5YZLo/s320/kissy+kissy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306057180008905202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLm5Uzq6eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v95zmbgai4I/s1600-h/P2220430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLm5Uzq6eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v95zmbgai4I/s320/P2220430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306057183508228578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-7315214419344494671?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7315214419344494671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=7315214419344494671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7315214419344494671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7315214419344494671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-suprises.html' title='Birthday Suprises! :)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SaLjplJ6McI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_3wpB-_LHwQ/s72-c/P2220379+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-4517164906640586320</id><published>2009-02-14T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:49:38.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to say I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In honor of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; Day...AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-84anmYGv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-84anmYGv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-4517164906640586320?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4517164906640586320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=4517164906640586320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4517164906640586320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4517164906640586320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='How to say I love you'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-4758698172265085686</id><published>2009-02-06T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:53:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqWdpmsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4ZqV6yx3Drk/s1600-h/101_6888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqWdpmsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4ZqV6yx3Drk/s320/101_6888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727795657027890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were VERY sneaky....spent Monday night decorating for a fun filled day! :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. After a lecture from Kathy about not drawing attention to her birthday! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqWNeIFxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EiNsIGIR49U/s1600-h/101_6889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqWNeIFxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EiNsIGIR49U/s320/101_6889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727791313917714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqV7dy3jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YVw8v5zP_V8/s1600-h/101_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqV7dy3jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YVw8v5zP_V8/s320/101_6895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727786480688690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kendra, Kathy's daughter hired a boy to come sing happy birthday to Kathy...she was absolutely mortified!! :) (MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqVrBGUgI/AAAAAAAAAII/sgrNlXG3WpU/s1600-h/101_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqVrBGUgI/AAAAAAAAAII/sgrNlXG3WpU/s320/101_6897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727782065361410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-4758698172265085686?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4758698172265085686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=4758698172265085686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4758698172265085686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4758698172265085686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-kathy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHY!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYxqWdpmsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4ZqV6yx3Drk/s72-c/101_6888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-4775498060151233780</id><published>2009-02-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:31:34.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness for the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcfDRTBHtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSIwaRg4Mu4/s1600-h/P1301470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcfDRTBHtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSIwaRg4Mu4/s320/P1301470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237627667914450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Getting Ready for the party. The weekend came JUST in time!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcetHmoYTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KV_iTrLWMKI/s1600-h/P1301473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcetHmoYTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KV_iTrLWMKI/s320/P1301473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237247108702514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us girls on our way out. Anastasia, Marissa, Me, and Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcetBFJUII/AAAAAAAAAHo/DGHbint6vs8/s1600-h/P1301475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcetBFJUII/AAAAAAAAAHo/DGHbint6vs8/s320/P1301475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237245357641858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the party...looking good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcesydPHxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O6RoxvcpegY/s1600-h/P1311494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcesydPHxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O6RoxvcpegY/s320/P1311494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237241432153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning (or afternoon! hehe) And yes we did go to Horkley's like this!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYces7L4_pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ns46zz0ZBsM/s1600-h/P1311496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYces7L4_pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ns46zz0ZBsM/s320/P1311496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237243775319698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we decided we needed to take a break from homework for a bit, and watched a movie in my room! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So after a week full of classes, homework, meetings, work, etc...it was definitely time for the weekend!! More to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-4775498060151233780?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4775498060151233780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=4775498060151233780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4775498060151233780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4775498060151233780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-goodness-for-weekend.html' title='Thank Goodness for the Weekend!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SYcfDRTBHtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSIwaRg4Mu4/s72-c/P1301470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-2410218983643022038</id><published>2009-01-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:51:07.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the past couple of days have been so busy, but now...ITS THE WEEKEND!! :) I've learned to enjoy the weekends VERY much!! :) This week was amazing on so many different levels...first- I got to meet/talk to/shake hands with Elder D. Todd Christofferson of the Quorum of the Twelve! He is a very gentle, loving, and sweet man, with quite the sense of humor. Elder Christofferson was our devotional speaker her on campus on Tuesday, so I got to meet with him in the office when he came in with President and Sister Clark (I love my job! So many perks!! It's the one thing that makes staying in college bareable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also this week I had 2 dear friends help me out greatly! I had driven to campus at 8am for classes, and then went straight to work, without moving my car. When I got out to my car at 5pm...I WAS FROZEN OUT!! :( Very dissappointing I might add- seeing as I had to be somewhere by 5...I was already late! Well luckily a girl that lives in my building passed by right at that moment, so she gave me a ride home, thank goodness because I was in a skirt and heels! My roommate then took me back to my car with a lighter to try and warm the lock and key...but no luck- so she then took me to Wal Mart to get de-icer for locks...a niffty little tube that sticks in your lock! At this point I was still running late...and getting frustrated!! We got the de-icer and that didn't work! As soon as I started my breakdown...Ryley pulled up! (The one that always seems to bail me out!!) He got me in my car, and then we realized that my battery was dead...so...back to Wal Mart! We picked up some jumper cables, and vola' my car started!! Thank goodness for Ryley and his manly skills!! haha A lesson or two well learned that day- service and don't let your car sit too long in -35 degree weather!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after a week of classes, work, and back-to-back meetings: ITS TIME FOR THE WEEKEND! Although homework still continues into the weeked...that means more time for fun! Parties, maybe some ice fishing, and just relaxing- oh and the dreaded laundry I've been putting off for 2 weeks...yikes my mom would be proud! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-2410218983643022038?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2410218983643022038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=2410218983643022038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2410218983643022038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2410218983643022038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Crazy Week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-669323644596906679</id><published>2009-01-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:52:50.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's amazing how our Heavenly Father finds ways to teach us! I know that Heavenly Father puts people in our lives for specific reasons and for certain times. I've been so blessed in my life to have shared wonderful experiences with so many wonderful people. Right now my family and my friends are my support and my strength. The know exactly how to pick me up when I'm having a bad day, or they know how to just let loose and have fun. It's definitely a strength and a wonderful blessing to have such amazing people in my life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every day we wake up and each of us girls text each other and say..."Today is going to be a great day! :)" and the strange thing is...they actually are GREAT days!! It seems as though whenever I post something sad...strangely and like clock work within the next day or two- my life turns completely around. It just goes to prove that life is unpredictable...and that's the greatest part! So to update on what's going on in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I'm SO happy! Life is so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I've started my Guitars Unplugged job and I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I work everyday with amazing people that uplift me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. My EFY interview is coming up in a few months and...wow I'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Each weekend brings a new adventure...and it's AMAZING! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. School is going great- even though it's so busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. I wear heels and a skirt everyday and feel SO grown up! LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. I have amazing roommates that are so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. My resume' is sent out to a couple places all over the country for an internship this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Life is a blessing, and one that I plan to take in each and every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I'm so grateful for the amazing opportunity that I have to go to school up here in Idaho. I've learned SO much, and grown so much as a person. Each day brings a new experience, and experience brings eagerness! I love the process of growing up, finding out who I am and who I want to be. I have so much ahead of me, and I can't wait to continue on this journey we call life! Every time I get my missionary letter (don't freak out he's just a friend! lol) at the end of our letters we tell each other to smile- so that's my goal in life- to SMILE always! So remember to SMILE! :)&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/8075564068316617800-669323644596906679?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/669323644596906679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=669323644596906679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/669323644596906679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/669323644596906679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-430759671212398429</id><published>2009-01-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:32:30.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SW6b-KhzNJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qWgjzaEsNGs/s1600-h/cinderella3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SW6b-KhzNJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qWgjzaEsNGs/s320/cinderella3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291338104487228562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've struggled a lot lately. It seems like everyone is getting married and having babies and enjoying the bumps in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..one question....Where is mine? We're taught that God will grant you all the righteous disires of your heart- so what am I doing wrong? I think that the desires to get married in the temple and have a family are good desires, I don't understand why it's been so hard. This trial has been on going for about 2 years and every once in a while I see a glimmer of hope, I get my hopes up...and then I fall again, get my heartbroken and I'm back to step one! Last week on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" a girl that had been kicked off said, "It's hard to feel good enough when so many guys seem to say you're not." It se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ems to be a vicious cycle that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little girl all I've wanted is to get married in the temple and have my own f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SW6f9KkUc8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_fPz6r3M_Jo/s1600-h/887Holding_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SW6f9KkUc8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_fPz6r3M_Jo/s320/887Holding_Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291342485364437954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amily. I know that I'm only 20, but watching all of my friends get married one by one, and watching them all start their families makes me want that. I've been trying so hard to just live my life, and take what comes, but each day is a new day and some days are better than others...I just hope that I get my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sometime soon. I have so much love that I want to give someone, and so much that I want to do in my life with someone right by my side. I don't live under a rock, so I know that it won't be perfect all the time, and that yeah life presents challenges- but that's the beauty of having someone to share those challenges with, you don't have to face them on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;r own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This blog has definitely become my outlet and a place for me to write some of my deepest feelings, even though it's for all of you to read- hmm...funny how that works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-430759671212398429?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/430759671212398429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=430759671212398429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/430759671212398429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/430759671212398429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/happily-ever-after.html' title='Happily Ever After'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SW6b-KhzNJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qWgjzaEsNGs/s72-c/cinderella3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-7664896563952262912</id><published>2009-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:42:48.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was getting my hair done the other day and while reading a magazine, came across a page that was something that explains me EXACTLY! It was actually kind of scary! This is what it said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey It's OK to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Want to get married super-duper bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... To discover all your new music courtesy of The Hills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... To secretly hope that your exes consider you the one that got away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... To find the word panties totally creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... To take a quick YouTube break at work. A sneezing Panda can really clear the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... To buy it without trying it on, especially if you're wearing more layers than a piece of baklava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;... To wish you came equipped with guy GPS. (Turn left at the next man to avoid heartbreak. Recalculating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-7664896563952262912?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7664896563952262912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=7664896563952262912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7664896563952262912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7664896563952262912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ok-to.html' title='It&apos;s ok to....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-7374125708751353334</id><published>2008-12-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:10:49.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow I can't believe how quickly things happen!! :) I'm SO excited for the what's coming up next in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last semester I applied to be a manager for the talent program at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Idaho, and thought it would be a great learning experience, seeing as I'm going into Event Coordinating! My job would be to manage the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Guitars Unplugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! The biggest guitar show at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. The other day I got a phone call from the Coordinator, and we did a quick phone interview, the following day I got an email telling me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I GOT THE JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! :) I'm so excited to go back to school and get started! This job is going to be absolutely amazing...stressful at times, but amazing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The same night I got the email telling me about my new position, I applied to be an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt; COUNSELOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  and I couldn't be more excited! I got an email last night asking for me to schedule an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! My interview isn't until March, but hopefully with crossed fingers and lots of prayers- I'll get to do the one thing I've always wanted to do...go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; again! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm so excited at the prospect of all of these new happenings and adventures in my life! I'm excited to live the life I love, and not watch life pass me by as I stand still! It's an exciting time for me, and I'm ready to get started! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-7374125708751353334?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7374125708751353334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=7374125708751353334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7374125708751353334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/7374125708751353334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-chapter.html' title='Next Chapter'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-3240765259056732215</id><published>2008-12-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:54:34.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Plans to Make Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well life is infact a journey and I've come to the point, sad to say, that I've outgrown Rexburg. Rexburg has been my home for the past 3 years, but I think it's time to say good-bye. Well now that I've come to that conclusion...what's next?! I have no idea what lies ahead of me, I have so many options, but I'm not sure which is the best to choose. I'll graduate with my associates this semester and I know that I'm in Rexburg for at least one more semester, it's a little too late to change my plans now! :) I'm going on to receive my bachelors in Communications, but the question is...where? So many choices, but which one is the best? I'm just a little lost, but I know I'll find the answers when the time is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A dear friend quoted a movie, he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sam, &lt;strong&gt;'You make plans to make plans'&lt;/strong&gt; and you've gotta stop." :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he's so right. I am the kind of person that likes to know where my life will take me next. I've been living semester to semester for about a year now, and it's driving me crazy!! :) But I now have come to the realization, that this is all part of growing up and that my Heavenly Father will make it known to me what I am to do next when the time is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now I'm focusing on realizing that my mission in life right now is to be happy, and to take life, &lt;em&gt;One Step At A Time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-3240765259056732215?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3240765259056732215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=3240765259056732215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3240765259056732215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3240765259056732215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-next.html' title='Make Plans to Make Plans'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-5303638417806238471</id><published>2008-11-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:29:56.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was tagged so here goes nothing. A glimpse of me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am: a simple girl.&lt;br /&gt;i know: I have an amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;i want: to have a family one day.&lt;br /&gt;i have: amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;i hate: missing one little spot when I shave my legs! grr...&lt;br /&gt;i miss: my family&lt;br /&gt;i feel: like I should be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;i hear: a roommate’s loud boyfriend, and Me and You by Kenny Chesney.&lt;br /&gt;i smell: my amazing SENSY warmer.&lt;br /&gt;i crave: some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;i search: for answers to prayers.&lt;br /&gt;i love: summer time.&lt;br /&gt;i care: about the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i always: give my heart away too quickly&lt;br /&gt;i believe: in God the Eternal Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;i sing: all day every day&lt;br /&gt;i write: letters he’ll never read, and to-do lists.&lt;br /&gt;i lose: myself in love.&lt;br /&gt;i win: Mario Kart on the Wii!&lt;br /&gt;i never: pretend to know something I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;i listen: to music all day.&lt;br /&gt;i am scared: of losing the most important person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i need: to relax.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy about: every breath I’m granted.&lt;br /&gt;i tag: everyone that reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5303638417806238471?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5303638417806238471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5303638417806238471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5303638417806238471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5303638417806238471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/11/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-722380755159473027</id><published>2008-10-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:28:41.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Really Sure...</title><content type='html'>So I didn't have anything else to do tonight, so I figured I'd journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a huge, long, scary at times, roller coaster ride. It's the ride that you've never ridden, and you never know when the next turn is coming, or when the next big dip, or loop is coming your way! :( It's so hard to accept the fact that life is just coming and there's nothing you can do to control the ride! The only comfort I have is knowing that just as fast as this downhill dip, or this loop came, it will pass! Each day I wake up hoping for a better day and hoping for the day to come where I can get through it without thinking about anything, or stressing about anything! :( Of course I do have my good days, and life is totally amazing, but there is just one more thing I have to do. One thing that will help me get to that day. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed! These lyrics help me get through some hard times, and help me to not feel so alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Again and again I ask myself why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't think that I have any tears left to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My soul is so tired, I'm longing for rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm giving my all and I'm doing my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It hurts to move on from the place I am in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you understand where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you reassure me, its time to start over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All of this pain and confusion I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm turning it over to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and willing to trust its the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life will always be hard, that's just how it is- and I'm starting to accept that. Life seriously has a way of surprising us, and I'm waiting for that surprise! :) I've been in the dip on the roller coaster that makes your tummy hurt, but that only means that the up hill climb is coming!! :)&lt;br /&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/8075564068316617800-722380755159473027?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/722380755159473027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=722380755159473027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/722380755159473027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/722380755159473027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-really-sure.html' title='Not Really Sure...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-3911248065930478446</id><published>2008-10-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:21:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job!!!</title><content type='html'>After much searching...it's safe to say that I have found my dream job!! :) I can't really remember how I stumbled across this job in the first place, but I think I was researching Event Planning Companies in different cities, to try and get a feel for where I might want to internship or work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to be able to apply for an internship for this summer to gain a little experience. I'm so excited and can only keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The 23rd Floor Events Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAiBmIouI/AAAAAAAAADY/8wYxpFCXW3k/s1600-h/events2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAZxaUEBI/AAAAAAAAACw/oZMUAdRTYJ4/s1600-h/40221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAZxaUEBI/AAAAAAAAACw/oZMUAdRTYJ4/s320/40221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541813668548626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAakemKTI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yf2NCWFj9h8/s1600-h/40227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAakemKTI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yf2NCWFj9h8/s320/40227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541827376720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAadntmjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9u-8pigjS8/s1600-h/40222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAadntmjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9u-8pigjS8/s320/40222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541825535908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAauXLaoI/AAAAAAAAADA/al12D2COG-s/s1600-h/40223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAauXLaoI/AAAAAAAAADA/al12D2COG-s/s320/40223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541830029961858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAiBmIouI/AAAAAAAAADY/8wYxpFCXW3k/s1600-h/events2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAiBmIouI/AAAAAAAAADY/8wYxpFCXW3k/s320/events2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541955452052194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAa1Y6BwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N-frgn5Bb8A/s1600-h/corporate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAa1Y6BwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N-frgn5Bb8A/s320/corporate1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541831916259074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAiHBbrLI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gr40hT6Wc64/s1600-h/wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAiHBbrLI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gr40hT6Wc64/s320/wedding4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541956908723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-3911248065930478446?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3911248065930478446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=3911248065930478446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3911248065930478446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/3911248065930478446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job!!!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SQTAZxaUEBI/AAAAAAAAACw/oZMUAdRTYJ4/s72-c/40221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-6326777850580265567</id><published>2008-10-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:20:10.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=13309490-0cf9-47bd-bf3e-7f254a945bb9" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/preserving-the-divine-institution-of-marriage"&gt;Preserving the Institution of Marriage&lt;/a&gt; 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bearing pains or trials calmly or without complaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; manifesting forbearance under provocation or strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not hasty or impetuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; steadfast despite opposition, difficulty, or adversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;5 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; able or willing to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hard concept to learn! As Americans today we want everything right now, this instant, immediately. I've noticed that up here in our apartments, if our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; takes longer than 5 seconds to load a page, we grow impatient. But I'm not just talking about fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, fast food, or fast service...I'm talking about patience in trials. I struggle with that one. Why is it that we have to go through these trials and wait them out? :) Can't we just submit our will to the Father, tell Him we recognize the trial and be done?! I guess it just does not work like that! Well anyway...that's what's going on in my life right now. Learning patience through my trials. Maybe I'll get there one day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5549831826837928375?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5549831826837928375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5549831826837928375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5549831826837928375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5549831826837928375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/patience.html' title='Patience....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-4278310176174315942</id><published>2008-09-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:59:33.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning The Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they say that the Lord will never give you more than you can handle, but I just wish he didn't trust me so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my heart is feeling extremely over-whelmed. Feelings of anxiousness, inadequacy, helplessness, frustration...and all of the above! I know the Lord gave us our faith and this gospel so that we could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rely&lt;/span&gt; on it when we're down, and needing that extra push to keep on going. Life keeps on going...I just need to remember that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is just another grain of sand in the Saharas of eternity. Neal A. Maxwell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-4278310176174315942?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4278310176174315942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=4278310176174315942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4278310176174315942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/4278310176174315942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/turning-page.html' title='Turning The Page'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-1579026444171649700</id><published>2008-09-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:32:49.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Relief Society...WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I got a call from my bishop yesterday...oh boy! Well he set up a meeting for this morning at 9am. And of course we all knew what was next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I met with the bishop, and next thing I knew I walked out of his office the new Relief Society President...wow. I was literally speechless! I know the Lord never gives us anything we can't handle so I accepted the call with a willing heart. I'm excited to get started and to get to know the lovely girls in my ward. Now I'm just in the process of getting my presidency together and filling the callings that need to be filled. I know that the next semester I will find myself on my knees and in the temple a lot! I'm excited though, with this huge responsibility comes blessings from serving the Lord righteously, and I'm willing to do the work! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's funny how the Lord blesses you and prepares you. We had a lesson in New Testament earlier this week about rank, and about how the world would like us to think that one calling is ranked higher than another, but that's not how the Lord looks at it. When I met with the bishop today, he had the same insight for me. Throughout the past couple of weeks, I've found myself drawn to the scriptures and falling to knees in prayer more often...I know that the Lord was preparing me for this great call and I'm so grateful for this opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-1579026444171649700?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/1579026444171649700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=1579026444171649700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/1579026444171649700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/1579026444171649700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-page.html' title='I&apos;m The Relief Society...WHAT?!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-2722676894629192983</id><published>2008-09-13T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:22:14.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today started like any other Saturday...sleeping in of course!! :) A friend called and told me that he would be hitch hiking to Jackson Hole...and then of course the motherly instincts kicked in! :) So my 2 best friends and I, hopped in the car and off we went! An hour later Elise, Jenny, Laughlin, and I found ourselves in Jackson Hole, Wyoming! :) NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXL77YyOI/AAAAAAAAABA/32PO6pPBTks/s1600-h/P9131174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXL77YyOI/AAAAAAAAABA/32PO6pPBTks/s320/P9131174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663528556742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Driving!! Laughlin, Jenny, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMLXDDVI/AAAAAAAAABI/mTwMxlbAMrs/s1600-h/P9131178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMLXDDVI/AAAAAAAAABI/mTwMxlbAMrs/s320/P9131178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663532699290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us girls!! LOVE THEM! (Elise, Jenny, and Me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMdNHwJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tBc0AIxjTGc/s1600-h/P9131192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMdNHwJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tBc0AIxjTGc/s320/P9131192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663537489494162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most of our drive was up the canyon...absolutely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMhbNDNI/AAAAAAAAABY/2ZgpuyhKjFI/s1600-h/P9131195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXMhbNDNI/AAAAAAAAABY/2ZgpuyhKjFI/s320/P9131195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663538622303442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice Moose we found on our way home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXM1EuDLI/AAAAAAAAABg/_79VbVAsY-0/s1600-h/P9131199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXM1EuDLI/AAAAAAAAABg/_79VbVAsY-0/s320/P9131199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663543896706226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome back to Idaho! (Actually it's the name of a drive-in movie theater in Driggs, Idaho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYb4DcoII/AAAAAAAAABo/-3_oFp_3x3Y/s1600-h/funny+jenny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYb4DcoII/AAAAAAAAABo/-3_oFp_3x3Y/s320/funny+jenny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245664901906342018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh she is my favorite! Great redneck...she'd fit in back home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYcA0m59I/AAAAAAAAABw/Y5WOvEYRry0/s1600-h/P9131198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYcA0m59I/AAAAAAAAABw/Y5WOvEYRry0/s320/P9131198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245664904260020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a little sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYcTk-5BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZftgR7nDhMo/s1600-h/P9131202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYcTk-5BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZftgR7nDhMo/s320/P9131202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245664909294756882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird little potato guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYci9_5JI/AAAAAAAAACA/_m5xlosx0fw/s1600-h/P9131204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYci9_5JI/AAAAAAAAACA/_m5xlosx0fw/s320/P9131204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245664913426211986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what we do to entertain ourselves in Idaho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYc5Yzg3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nUhjBmO2mRU/s1600-h/P9131209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxYc5Yzg3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nUhjBmO2mRU/s320/P9131209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245664919444226930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-2722676894629192983?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2722676894629192983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=2722676894629192983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2722676894629192983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/2722676894629192983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!! :)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/SMxXL77YyOI/AAAAAAAAABA/32PO6pPBTks/s72-c/P9131174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075564068316617800.post-5548657768460443818</id><published>2008-09-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:30:03.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well this seems to be the new "in" thing to do, so I thought I'd start. This blog is to help my family back home remember who I am...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot has been going on lately, but just an update. I'm currently attending school at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho and absolutely love it. I live in an apartment with 5 other girls (no worries we have 2 bathrooms!) and I currently work as a receptionist in the University President's Office, it's amazing and I'm so blessed to have been given the opportunity. Currently I'm finishing up my associates and will receive it in December...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; half way there! Life seems to be really hectic, but I love every minute of it, between school and work, I seem to squeeze in a little time to play! :) After all that's what college is all about right?! :) And the best part...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; falling in love again!! Life just continues to amaze me each and every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been so blessed lately and I've really gained a testimony of the power of prayer and scripture study. The habit of daily reading and daily prayer have always been a struggle for me, but lately I've realized the importance of it and how much of a blessing it is in my life. I struggled for a long time as to what to do next, and struggled with not knowing what my life held for me semester to semester, but now it's easier for me to take the struggles as they come. My family has also been a huge support and I thank my Heavenly Father for them everyday. The gospel in my life has been a huge inspiration and I'm so grateful for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I guess I should probably get back to work...haha...so until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075564068316617800-5548657768460443818?l=samclubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5548657768460443818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075564068316617800&amp;postID=5548657768460443818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5548657768460443818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075564068316617800/posts/default/5548657768460443818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samclubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341944534666129250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLi9YacZ5Q4/TGQLtK966OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l9n-p8P8o8I/S220/chuckars+game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
