<?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-224631886600010671</id><updated>2012-01-21T12:57:01.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlin Rose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-5999008798961953928</id><published>2011-11-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:26:40.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>Today, I met with the Stake President and now my papers are officially turned in! Let me just say that there are some amazing men in the Stake. They are so kind and genuine. I have been blessed and I am so grateful with how fast everything has come together. I know that I am supposed to go on a mission and share the gospel with others as well as gain a stronger testimony of my own. I cannot wait to find out where I will be called, the anticipation is killing me! I want to see the faces of the people I will be serving already!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have had an adrenaline rush these past couple of weeks and now I am having such a hard time focusing on school work. There are only a couple weeks left so let's hope I can pull through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-5999008798961953928?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5999008798961953928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5999008798961953928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5999008798961953928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-5483707909805297830</id><published>2011-10-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:19:25.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope They Call Me</title><content type='html'>When I turned 21 back in June, I was tossing up the idea of staying here in AZ and going to school, or putting in my papers and going on a mission. I had the feeling I should go on a mission but I went against my gut and stayed here instead. I have come to find, that my wants and needs are not always the Lord's wants and needs. I have been stuck in this rut for the past few months and I think it was the Lord's way of telling me, "I have a plan for you but I need you to open your heart and listen."&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday I prayed and fasted for guidance as to what I should do. Tuesday night I got my answer. I had just gotten home and went upstairs to do my homework. A short while later my mum came home from spending the evening at the Temple. She said she was thinking about me and my situation and a thought came across her mind. She then asked me, "Have you ever thought about going on a mission?" My heart skipped a beat and I near about lost my breath. It was an answer to my prayer. I can honestly say that God works through other's and I couldn't be more grateful. I was scared and nervous about this answer, so I asked my dad for a blessing yesterday and this blessing just confirmed to me that I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I am going on a MISSION! I am so nervous and haven't had much of an appetite today but I am so excited. I know that this is the right decision and I cannot wait to get out there and serve where I am needed. I know God lives and that He loves us. He answers prayers and He knows our needs. I know Jesus Christ lives. He is our Elder Brother and our Redeemer. This gospel is true and I am blessed to have the light that it brings into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep everyone posted on my progress :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-5483707909805297830?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5483707909805297830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5483707909805297830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5483707909805297830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='I Hope They Call Me'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-3813363251840772040</id><published>2011-10-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:34:33.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chain</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I went with another Ingrid Michaelson song. I really appreciate all the love that I got from the last video and smile just thinking of how supportive you all are. I am not a singer by any means but I love music and I have picked up the guitar a lot more. I think the aucoustic guitar was meant to have a voice along with it. This song is one of my favorites by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AFPLiLZz32w" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-3813363251840772040?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3813363251840772040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/10/chain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/3813363251840772040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/3813363251840772040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/10/chain.html' title='The Chain'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AFPLiLZz32w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-1392401125742293241</id><published>2011-08-19T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:41:53.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingrid Michaelson</title><content type='html'>So let me first start off by saying that I NEVER do this. I am a person who doesn't voluntarily post my shenanigans online but I did decide to post this. I got this guitar for Christmas a few years ago and have picked up a few songs here and there. I can't do the fancy handwork or strumming by any means but I can play the easy chords. Oh, and I have never really tried to play a song in its entirety. And the second thing is, why did I wait so long to learn an Ingrid Michaelson song? I love her music but never thought to try and play it. I picked up this song yesterday and this was the easiest song ever to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bHwYDV_FKlY?hl=en&amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-1392401125742293241?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1392401125742293241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/ingrid-michaelson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1392401125742293241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1392401125742293241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/ingrid-michaelson.html' title='Ingrid Michaelson'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bHwYDV_FKlY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-5212242857100545280</id><published>2011-08-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:41:15.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been doing my juice fast for the past three days and I am definitely seeing results. I am down 7 pounds already. I have been drinking plenty of water and went on a fantastic walk today. I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experimenting&lt;/span&gt; with different juices and have found I like some but others not so much. It has been hard! I miss food but this reboot means more to me than a plate of chicken fettuchini alfredo with a side of breadsticks. Although, writing that just made my mouth water. They say the first three days are the hardest. Today, I definitely felt the side effects. The tiredness and headache caused me to be a bit short with my family this morning which I am not too proud of. I mean I've been angry before but I literally could not control myself from my emotions this morning. Here's hoping for a better day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning so much about the fruits and veggies we eat which most of us don't eat enough of. The benefits of these foods are absolutely phenomenal. Did you know that celery is a coumarin which have been shown to help in the prevention of cancer? Did you know that apple's help in the prevention of Alzheimer's and lower cholesterol? Did you know that carrots reduce the risk of a stroke and nourish our skin? So my parents were right. Veggies are good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-5212242857100545280?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5212242857100545280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5212242857100545280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5212242857100545280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-word.html' title='3'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-109161251660002948</id><published>2011-07-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:21:05.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, my family and I watched a documentary called &lt;a href="http://www.fatsickandnearlydead.com/"&gt;Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead&lt;/a&gt;. It was one of those random finds on Netflix but it opened my eyes to a whole new side of will power and the fight to become healthy. If you do have Netflix, it is totally worth the watch. Go to the link and check it out. This movie was brilliant! It was very moving and made me want to change. This movie was a bit more entertaining because the man who made it is from Australia. If that's not incentive enough to watch it, then I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad decided, after a long discussion, to buy a juicer and we'd give it a try. We got the juicer a few days ago and have been having fun playing around with different juices. I have decided to go for 21 DAYS!!! I am starting this Saturday and am excited about it. This is where you say "What the hell?" It may seem ridiculous to drink straight up fruit and veggie juice for that long of period. But, after doing research, I found that it is okay to do this kind of juice fast every once and a while. Our bodies need it. We build up toxins in our body and doing these cleanses can give our body a reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been yo-yo dieting for a couple years and I am so sick of it. I hate getting on the scale and looking down. I torcher myself in that way. Then I think "Oh well, what's another couple pounds going to do?" So I eat more and more while the belt notches get further and further away. It's not a good mentality to have and I am SO done. This week I am concentrating on preparing my body for the cleanse. This week is about cutting out carbs, sugar and processed foods. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT BREAD! I think I inherited the carbohydrate gene from my mum. Although while she can eat and hardly gain a pound, I on the other hand put on the pounds like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to focus on becoming healthy and break my addiction to food because that's what I think I have. An addiction. And it doesn't do me any good. I would love to be able to feel more confident and healthier about myself. I want to find out how much will power I can have. God give me strength! I'll keep you posted on my progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-109161251660002948?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/109161251660002948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/cleansing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/109161251660002948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/109161251660002948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-6219628949451266216</id><published>2011-01-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:44:44.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the HI life</title><content type='html'>So...I'm here in Hawaii and life is good. I was supposed to get here on the 31st but things didn't go exactly as planned. I woke up at 4:30am and got everything together then headed out with my mum and dad to the airport. After saying our goodbyes I went through security and waited at gate 5 for the HA35, 8am flight, to Honolulu. After buying a water bottle from the gift store I headed back and found a whole bunch of people frazzled with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; looks on their faces. I asked the man closest to me what was going on and he said that there was a 6-8 hour delay! I quickly called my mum asking what I should do. I was going to stick it out but that only lasted till noon because of the fact that my plane was now supposed to leave at 9pm. I politely asked the assistants at the desk if I could change my flight to the next day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; the lady said that there was only one seat left! Let's just say that the Lord blesses us more than I will ever be able to comprehend. I spent he rest of the afternoon sleeping and had a very relaxing new year's eve. I woke up New Years Day and headed out on my flight. Lucky for me there was a girl that I new back when I was young who was also going to school there. When we arrived we found our transportation easily and arrived to campus.&lt;br /&gt;I will never take the beauty of this earth for granted again. It is so lush and green here. Heavenly Father ceases to amaze me with the beauty He has surrounded me with. I cannot believe I'm here. It's like I'm in a dream, not making it to a full reality yet.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family but I know at this time, this is where I am supposed to be. In a blessing given to me, I was told that the places I saw and the people I met would be familiar and I can honestly say that I feel the familiarity. I know I am going to love it here and live this experience to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon. Loves all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-6219628949451266216?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6219628949451266216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-hi-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6219628949451266216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6219628949451266216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-hi-life.html' title='Living the HI life'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-1875406887143097549</id><published>2010-10-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:58:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until I leave the heat and desert for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TMUOFHJG07I/AAAAAAAAAVI/auyMGoolscA/s1600/hanauma_bay_oahu_hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TMUOFHJG07I/AAAAAAAAAVI/auyMGoolscA/s400/hanauma_bay_oahu_hawaii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531843198273901490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/224631886600010671-1875406887143097549?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1875406887143097549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-more-weeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1875406887143097549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1875406887143097549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-more-weeks.html' title='9 more weeks'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TMUOFHJG07I/AAAAAAAAAVI/auyMGoolscA/s72-c/hanauma_bay_oahu_hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-1033477828314585382</id><published>2010-07-23T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:57:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I have been saying that for the past couple years but this time I have motivation......HAWAII! Starting Monday July 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I'm kicking my butt into shape. I hate feeling self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; about the way my body looks. I'm 20 years old and I feel like this issue is holding me back from being a 20 year old! I go through what everyone else probably goes through which involves keeping an eating and exercising routine for a while but then skipping one day and it all falls apart. Then getting back into it seems so much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;The goal for my weight loss is not about becoming a size 2. I want some curves and to look healthy. I just want to feel comfortable with myself. I have a lot of "goal" clothes in my closet and hopfully by the end of this year those clothes will be coming off the hanger.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt;. I mean really really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to the program I'm going to stick to so I wrote it on my calendar in pen which I can't erase. I have combined a lot of different exercises and most of it involves a program called Insanity. This truly insane workout is every other day while other exercises like yoga, p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ilate's&lt;/span&gt;, running and weight lifting are in between.&lt;br /&gt;And second, I need to concentrate on eating healthy. I have a hard time with over eating. I swear my stomach is like a bottomless pit. I don't know how many times I've said "Only a couple of these and that's it", then ending up going back for more and more. Everything is fine in moderation and portion size. I just have to keep that in mind whenever I eat. I am also staying away from the candy and junk. One piece of dark chocolate a night is it!&lt;br /&gt;I will post before and after pics once I take them. I'm excited to start and will keep posting on the progress and any new recipes or workouts I find along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-1033477828314585382?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1033477828314585382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1033477828314585382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1033477828314585382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2016658239660423296</id><published>2010-07-07T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:40:41.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TDSVIB8V7EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4SqIf0q3rho/s1600/seasider_wave_4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TDSVIB8V7EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4SqIf0q3rho/s400/seasider_wave_4c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491177810864499778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got accepted to BYU Hawaii about a month ago and had been debating if I should go or not. You may be thinking what's there to debate though right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scares me to be away from home. I find comfort here. I fear I would miss my family too much and would not be able to survive without them. I am going to be on my own which I haven't really done before. I'm going to have to make wise decisions on my own without help from my parents. But I know if I don't go, I will regret it when I'm older. I mean how many people really get to say that they went to school in Hawaii? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for winter term in January so I have a lot of time to prepare. It's only for a semester and then I plan on coming back. It has taken me a long time to figure out what I want to major in but for now I'm majoring in International Cultural Studies. And what place is more perfect for that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I come Hawaii&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/224631886600010671-2016658239660423296?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2016658239660423296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-official.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2016658239660423296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2016658239660423296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/TDSVIB8V7EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4SqIf0q3rho/s72-c/seasider_wave_4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4843964461130347730</id><published>2009-06-07T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:06:31.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend, a few friends and I headed to the woods for a girls trip. It was so fun catching up with everyone and spending time together. It reminded me of the good old times we spent together at the lunch table in high school and the sleepovers we used to have. I missed it. I hope there are more times like these to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sixiqdclb3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/UXEfztLYWdI/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sixiqdclb3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/UXEfztLYWdI/s320/DSCN3824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755339380486002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixiqKbrWCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xAOV9Y16DvA/s320/DSCN3814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755334276405282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixiMWKz3fI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bh740V9Qlbc/s320/DSCN3780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344754822030810610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhvPxOQEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_-hwV1jYpBw/s1600-h/DSCN3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhvPxOQEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_-hwV1jYpBw/s320/DSCN3788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344754322096668738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixiqvduL6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Yo7LTs5pKM/s1600-h/DSCN3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixiqvduL6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Yo7LTs5pKM/s320/DSCN3829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755344217092002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhvNzzhqI/AAAAAAAAATs/hgTbcHm_zSI/s1600-h/DSCN3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhvNzzhqI/AAAAAAAAATs/hgTbcHm_zSI/s320/DSCN3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344754321570629282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhuqPLy-I/AAAAAAAAATc/jZv8_O2Vehs/s1600-h/DSCN3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SixhuqPLy-I/AAAAAAAAATc/jZv8_O2Vehs/s320/DSCN3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344754312021789666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sixhu6yopaI/AAAAAAAAATk/FjYTVk9mYWo/s1600-h/RSCN3782.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sixhu6yopaI/AAAAAAAAATk/FjYTVk9mYWo/s320/RSCN3782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344754316465448354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4843964461130347730?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4843964461130347730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4843964461130347730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4843964461130347730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-trip.html' title='Weekend Trip'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sixiqdclb3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/UXEfztLYWdI/s72-c/DSCN3824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-7374843569220973940</id><published>2009-05-16T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:49:53.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to rock?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I had the chance to go see a true rock concert. My dad got tickets to see Styx, REO Speedwagon and 38 Special. He also had a spare set of tickets so he invited Mike and Kaitlyn Rogers. Let me just start off by saying that it was unbelievable! All of them sounded amazing. It was so fun rocking out with my dad singing "Renegade" and "Come Sail Away" together. I loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sg8gPktcMxI/AAAAAAAAATU/XTWXRWWo540/s1600-h/Rock+on+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sg8gPktcMxI/AAAAAAAAATU/XTWXRWWo540/s320/Rock+on+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336519535381721874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-7374843569220973940?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7374843569220973940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-to-rock.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7374843569220973940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7374843569220973940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-to-rock.html' title='Are you ready to rock?'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sg8gPktcMxI/AAAAAAAAATU/XTWXRWWo540/s72-c/Rock+on+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4183336514403638768</id><published>2009-04-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:47:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sfdc0NNujJI/AAAAAAAAATM/wysbKyhn3jU/s1600-h/DSCN3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sfdc0NNujJI/AAAAAAAAATM/wysbKyhn3jU/s320/DSCN3402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830735986461842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend my friend Brooke and I went on our first road trip together without any supervision or a set plan. We left friday night and stayed at my cousin Ali's house, then headed off in the morning to California. We were so excited at we crossed the border and waved goodbye to Arizona. We arrived at the San Onofre State Beach and basked in the sun for a few hours. The sun felt so nice on my face and I love hearing the waves crash down as I relaxed on the sand. We then went to the pier and had a nice stroll watching the sunset and seeing the surfers catch waves. Towards the end of the day we still had no clue where we were going to stay for the night. We tried seeing if there were camping spots but they were full and getting a hotel room for $50 bucks for one night was not worth it. We ended up sleeping in Brookes car at a lot for RV's at Oceanside Beach. We had a blast and it felt awesome having a sense of adventure. If I could, I would travel cross country and live out of my car. One day....maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SfdcdsTl97I/AAAAAAAAATE/xa0LhcDfmXY/s1600-h/RSCN3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SfdcdsTl97I/AAAAAAAAATE/xa0LhcDfmXY/s320/RSCN3391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830349195573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SfdcVjk8AUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t2YYZg1TXk0/s1600-h/RSCN3390.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SfdcVjk8AUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t2YYZg1TXk0/s320/RSCN3390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830209413448002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4183336514403638768?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4183336514403638768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4183336514403638768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4183336514403638768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/Sfdc0NNujJI/AAAAAAAAATM/wysbKyhn3jU/s72-c/DSCN3402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-5395348419848133287</id><published>2009-03-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:59:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/ScAOjT9mlrI/AAAAAAAAARs/yvZyrFlmKgE/s1600-h/Gaelic+Storm+-+Promotional+Photo+LR.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/ScAOjT9mlrI/AAAAAAAAARs/yvZyrFlmKgE/s320/Gaelic+Storm+-+Promotional+Photo+LR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263560114050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I AM GOING TO SEE GAELIC STORM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;APRIL 18 at Chandler Center for the Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;With my Mum and Roxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Happy St. Patricks Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-5395348419848133287?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5395348419848133287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-official.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5395348419848133287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5395348419848133287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-official.html' title='It is official'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/ScAOjT9mlrI/AAAAAAAAARs/yvZyrFlmKgE/s72-c/Gaelic+Storm+-+Promotional+Photo+LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2497564281208547576</id><published>2009-03-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:09:39.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDoAxQWxI/AAAAAAAAARk/eniGlf_N2fM/s1600-h/DSCN2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDoAxQWxI/AAAAAAAAARk/eniGlf_N2fM/s320/DSCN2921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312844171349875474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDoFtaIoI/AAAAAAAAARc/MtAvQcuCVGA/s1600-h/DSCN2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDoFtaIoI/AAAAAAAAARc/MtAvQcuCVGA/s320/DSCN2913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312844172675916418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDnpf1URI/AAAAAAAAARU/gzJ38qvLQVE/s1600-h/DSCN2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDnpf1URI/AAAAAAAAARU/gzJ38qvLQVE/s320/DSCN2911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312844165102784786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, Roxy and I had the chance to go up to Sunrise with a YSA group. We were so psyched to go and play in the snow while attempting to try and snowboard. The group took a bus ride there at 4:30 in the morning and slept the whole way. As we got off the bus and went to get our snowboards, Roxy and I realized we were the only ones wearing jeans (no joke, only ones). It's Arizona for crying out loud! Who has snow pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both decided it would be best to start off on the bunny hill just to get the hang of it. I had been snowboarding once while I was in Utah with Jake, Connor and my Dad (he ended up getting skis). I thought I would be totally fine because I remember it being really easy the first time I went. This was NOT the case. It took me forever to get up and when I did, I fell right back down. My pants were wet and my hands were freezing because I forgot gloves. I didn't feel like a complete weakling because Roxanne was struggling with the same thing, although she was smart and brought gloves. After a while of struggling we got down the hill, mostly by falling. &lt;div&gt;We met up with a couple guys who were fairly used to snowboarding and decided to go up on the lift with them to a pretty easy run. As we started, I fell down a few times but then I was finally getting the hang of it and I hardly fell down at all. One reason for that was probably that the boys knew what they were doing so we just followed them. It felt good getting down that mountain.&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/224631886600010671-2497564281208547576?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2497564281208547576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2497564281208547576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2497564281208547576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SbsDoAxQWxI/AAAAAAAAARk/eniGlf_N2fM/s72-c/DSCN2921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4525450850793205106</id><published>2009-01-12T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:51:56.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think words can express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWwPz5M7xuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gwUUOEt5YsU/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWwPz5M7xuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gwUUOEt5YsU/s320/DSCN0592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621046456305378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much love I have for my mum and dad. &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/224631886600010671-4525450850793205106?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4525450850793205106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-think-words-can-express.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4525450850793205106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4525450850793205106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-think-words-can-express.html' title='I don&apos;t think words can express'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWwPz5M7xuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gwUUOEt5YsU/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-7288679141108326794</id><published>2009-01-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:21:23.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having extended family withdrawls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWPeNS2gvyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ioPLkyTUeas/s1600-h/elegant_WA_families_forever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWPeNS2gvyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ioPLkyTUeas/s320/elegant_WA_families_forever.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288314707443236642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the past couple of days I have been thinking of my family here in America and in Australia. If only there were some way I could win the lottery, then I would travel as much I could and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am truly blessed by my Heavenly Father for the family that I have. I cannot wait for the day in heaven when we will all get to see each other and embrace each other all together. I love my family. Everyone is so welcoming and kind. It feels that when we reconnect, our bond is so strong and cannot be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's been two years since I have seen the Florida Smylie's. I loved the chance that my Mum, Maddie and I had to visit. All the aunts and uncles, mums and dads, cousins and brothers and sisters together. That time was so fun and so enjoyable. Thank you Stephen and Donna for opening your home to us! And I can't wait for the next time I come to meet Auntie Dinah and the new additions to the family.&lt;div&gt;I know I only visited Australia a few months ago but I don't think anyone knows how much I miss it. I can't imagine how my mum feels. I was only there for a short while but I couldn't believe how much it hurt to leave. I had the time of my life when I visited all the family in Sydney, Queensland and Adelaide. I miss seeing the family and getting to know everyone. I miss Granny and the stories she shared. I miss Auntie Chris and that motherly love and care she gave to me while I was there. I miss Uncle Jouni and the jokes he made. I miss Auntie Gerry and the kindness and comfort she gave me. I miss Uncle Al and talking about movies with him. I miss Auntie Shelley and her sense of humor and spirit. I miss Uncle Andy and seeing his love and passion for music and photography. I miss Auntie Trish and her gooooood cooking. I miss all of the cousins and them showing me a good time and welcoming me with open arms. I miss it so so so much. I think one of the best memories was when we had a Family Home Evening night and EVERYONE was there. It was amazing. I loved the chance of going to the beach house and just spending time talking and laughing. I am so thankful for the provision that everyone gave to me such as paying for food and giving me a place to stay. My heart is so full with love for everyone. I don't think thank you would even be able to cover the gratefulness that I have. I am so in love with my parents for providing that trip of a lifetime for me. I will remember it for forever. I will visit again. And next time my Mum is coming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Irish Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May the road rise up to meet you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May the wind be always at your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and rains fall soft upon your fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And until we meet again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may God hold you in the palm of his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you to eternity and back. Big hugs and kisses to each of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-7288679141108326794?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7288679141108326794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-having-withdrawls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7288679141108326794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7288679141108326794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-having-withdrawls.html' title='I am having extended family withdrawls'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SWPeNS2gvyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ioPLkyTUeas/s72-c/elegant_WA_families_forever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-5934777633971256656</id><published>2008-12-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:01:07.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets go back to the good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SVhN2kw6ZrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vI7omREY7dQ/s1600-h/IMG_9813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SVhN2kw6ZrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vI7omREY7dQ/s320/IMG_9813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285059762696382130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaitlyn, Caitlin, Taylor, Alex, Sam, Roxy, Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SVhN2CpXFLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RuDuXT_VC7w/s1600-h/IMG_9812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SVhN2CpXFLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RuDuXT_VC7w/s320/IMG_9812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285059753537901746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas time is the best time of year. It is the time when we gather with family and friends. I have loved this Christmas season. Everyone has come home for the holidays and it makes me realise how much I truly miss high school. I miss seeing my friends every day and building those friendships. I had the best group of friends in High School. We were all nutty and quirky teenagers who's idea of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night was a movie night at my house. I miss those times. Now almost everyone has gone away to school or on missions. I never really thought about what life would be like without that steady group of friends. My weekends now consist of hanging out with Roxy and Kaitlyn, eating Yoko Fast Food and watching the Game Show Network. We are totally living on the edge. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-5934777633971256656?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5934777633971256656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-go-back-to-good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5934777633971256656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/5934777633971256656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-go-back-to-good-old-days.html' title='Lets go back to the good old days'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SVhN2kw6ZrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vI7omREY7dQ/s72-c/IMG_9813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4354779296667248603</id><published>2008-12-20T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:03:33.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3brN34RJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nugfW4Du5i0/s1600-h/IMG_4978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3brN34RJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nugfW4Du5i0/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119473480352914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bjeHKCHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JkVL6Wf1Mkg/s1600-h/IMG_4931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bjeHKCHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JkVL6Wf1Mkg/s320/IMG_4931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119340400445554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bXDglBzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uiLTXCsDtjI/s1600-h/IMG_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bXDglBzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uiLTXCsDtjI/s320/IMG_4924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119127100884786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bJCp422I/AAAAAAAAAPU/bwa3r7M0XL8/s1600-h/IMG_4876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bJCp422I/AAAAAAAAAPU/bwa3r7M0XL8/s320/IMG_4876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282118886353328994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bBK1PVuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jgD_XxE_7uM/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3bBK1PVuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jgD_XxE_7uM/s320/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282118751109469922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3adeTRQiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MN-GSl5twk4/s1600-h/IMG_4839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3adeTRQiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MN-GSl5twk4/s320/IMG_4839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282118137860407842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3aElSxeLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lSCamJYt1b8/s1600-h/IMG_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3aElSxeLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lSCamJYt1b8/s320/IMG_4764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282117710240643250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caitlin, Roxy, Kaitlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truly, Best Friends For Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/224631886600010671-4354779296667248603?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4354779296667248603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/crk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4354779296667248603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4354779296667248603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/crk.html' title='CRK'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SU3brN34RJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nugfW4Du5i0/s72-c/IMG_4978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2567969122073634843</id><published>2008-12-01T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:17:39.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna move to China?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caitlin "Let's do some math."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallin "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin "Let's do some reading."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallin "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin "We have to do some math or reading skills before we play Wii sports"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I wished I lived in a country where people would just repect me. That's all I ask for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is all about the respect with him. I love it. :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-2567969122073634843?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2567969122073634843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-wanna-move-to-china.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2567969122073634843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2567969122073634843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-wanna-move-to-china.html' title='Do you wanna move to China?'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-7642024353803192980</id><published>2008-11-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:42:13.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quote</title><content type='html'>So as I had said before in a previous post, I work with a boy with Autism. I took him to Wal Mart the other day so we could have a look in the toy section. As I was trying to find a parking spot I said "I wonder why it's so busy here today?" not really asking a question but just thinking out loud. He then answered and said "They must have heard you can live better and save more at Wal Mart." &lt;div&gt;Such a factual kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-7642024353803192980?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7642024353803192980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-quote.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7642024353803192980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7642024353803192980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-quote.html' title='Another quote'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4009836530980578967</id><published>2008-11-19T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:30:22.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care TCB!</title><content type='html'>I have been working with a boy with autism for a couple months now and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; in love with him. I am learning so much and can only hope that he is too. He is very funny and smart. He can have his moments but the good always dominate the not so good. &lt;div&gt;A couple week ago, I was watching him and getting him ready for bed. He is a 10 year old boy completely infatuated with video games and his Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. I asked him a couple times "please get ready for bed, you have been playing for a while now and it's time to turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; off." A little bit went by and I asked him again. He looked at me and asked "can't you respect me for just one minute woman?!" I told him that I did respect him and now it was his turn to respect me and turn off the game and go to bed. He then turned to me and said "I am the man and you are the woman. Learn how to respect a man. Just respect a man!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to his grandmas house and he started playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; again. He played a while and when I came in to tell him it was time to go he looked at me again and said "Again with the respect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apparently need to learn how to give some R-E-S-P-E-C-T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/224631886600010671-4009836530980578967?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4009836530980578967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-care-tcb.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4009836530980578967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4009836530980578967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-care-tcb.html' title='Take care TCB!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-6804761574286916911</id><published>2008-11-02T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:26:11.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6OElraRSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e8k_-oBt0L0/s1600-h/DSCN2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6OElraRSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e8k_-oBt0L0/s320/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264301223927498018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to pull of an ANTM pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6N77WeRSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HCHvouMC62w/s1600-h/DSCN2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6N77WeRSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HCHvouMC62w/s320/DSCN2475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264301075126437154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roxy was an evil doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6NkpwgZlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bOx_a2gN_kE/s1600-h/DSCN2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6NkpwgZlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bOx_a2gN_kE/s320/DSCN2472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264300675266799186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIERCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-6804761574286916911?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6804761574286916911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-halloween.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6804761574286916911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6804761574286916911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6OElraRSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e8k_-oBt0L0/s72-c/DSCN2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-3867950228964733495</id><published>2008-11-02T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:15:33.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the good men gone and where are all the guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6JP3KiLsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cavqL1cJpHQ/s1600-h/DSCN2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6JP3KiLsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cavqL1cJpHQ/s320/DSCN2537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264295920041864898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday was one of my best friends farewell. We have known each other since about 6th grade but have been really good friends since 9th. It was the first missionary farewell that I have been to where I am actually saying goodbye to a best friend. I am at the age now where all the boys that I pretty much know are all leaving! What am I supposed to do now? I love going to the YSA activities but it's been hard getting to know people. I am finding that return missionaries tend to be a bit....wierd. It's always awkward trying to talk to them. It's not like I am looking for a husband right now but I least want some guy friends. The only thing that I really do on weekends now is hang out with a couple of my friends and watch a movie or stay at home by myself and watch a movie. I need a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-3867950228964733495?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3867950228964733495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-long-elder.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/3867950228964733495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/3867950228964733495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-long-elder.html' title='Where have all the good men gone and where are all the guys?'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SQ6JP3KiLsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cavqL1cJpHQ/s72-c/DSCN2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-572538438711941585</id><published>2008-10-18T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:59:36.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while. Here are just a few things going on in my life.&lt;div&gt;-I am still sad that I am home from Australia and wish I were still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am loving the weather right now, especially at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am back to the real world which means I am required to get a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am not going to school right now (only a couple more months though, thank goodness) so most days consist of cleaning around the house, going to Walmart to look around and watching re-runs of That 70's Show and E! News. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have recently gone through training and am now certified to do habilitation and respite for people with special needs and autism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am starting to work with a little boy in my ward soon who has autism which I am very excited about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am only working with him after his school time so I am still needing a day job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I went to the first big concert since I was 14 with The Cab, Plain White T's, Dashboard Confessional and Panic At The Disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I dog sat this past week during fall break and stayed the night by myself for the whole time I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I feel much more independent now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am happy gas has gone down to 2.99 a gallon. It was 4.05 when I left for Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am still needing that motivation to go to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am excited for Twilight to come out on November 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what up with me. What's up with you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/224631886600010671-572538438711941585?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/572538438711941585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/572538438711941585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/572538438711941585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-8508890685564765651</id><published>2008-09-13T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:07:43.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573451263250&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573451263250&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/2738188573451263250/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573451263250&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/2738188573451263250/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573451263250&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p4/2738188573451263250/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here are just some pictures from Australia. I still need to upload the ones from my camera. As soon as I find the cable connector they will be up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-8508890685564765651?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8508890685564765651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/8508890685564765651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/8508890685564765651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2772506402671139112</id><published>2008-09-10T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:10:04.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at I got in to the Phoenix airport at 1:40 after my 16 hour flight back home from Australia! I was so anxious to get off that plane and see my mom who was waiting for me just past sercurity. We hugged and she cried and it was the best feeling ever just to be home and take in all that Arizona heat. I was exhausted but that didn't stop us from getting a spicy chicken sandwich, which I was craving so badly, from Wendy's on the way home. Eventhough I was only gone for a month, it seemed like everything was different and I saw things that were always there but never took the time to notice it. It feels great being home and sleeping in my own bed and seeing my family and friends. I am so blessed to have parents who are willing to provide a trip like that for me. I cannot not thank them enough or be able to express that kind of love that I have for them for doing this for me. &lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone in Australia. Everyone made my trip just that much more amazing. I loved getting to know everyone. I loved that I felt like I fit in. There wasn't any awkward hello's or feeling like I couldn't talk to someone. You have no idea how blessed I feel to have a family like you. The family was big and loud and though it might have been a tad overwhelming at times, I enjoyed every minute of it. Thanks to everyone who made me feel at home and making sure I was okay. And there will be a next time, oh yes, there will be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-2772506402671139112?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2772506402671139112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2772506402671139112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2772506402671139112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-6458434484834122534</id><published>2008-08-20T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:11:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here wit the fam</title><content type='html'>So now here in Adelaide. The day that I got here Ellen, Georgia, Matt, Granny, Erin, Kelly and the boys came to meet me. That was pretty awesome. It has been wonderful here catching up with the family. We had a family dinner with everyone the first night. The second night I went up to Andy and Trish's house. We got a fiddle and I played a couple songs for them and then Andy taught me how to play the bohran. I was wicked cool. I think that my first purchase when I get back to the states will be a bohran. I then stayed with Granny Sunday night. It was a lovely stay and she is filled with many stories. I am staying at Auntie Gerri's tonight. We are gettin some pizza and havin a little girls night. I miss everyone. I will try and load up some pictures later. Muah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-6458434484834122534?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6458434484834122534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-wit-fam.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6458434484834122534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6458434484834122534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-wit-fam.html' title='Here wit the fam'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-7999336503814840538</id><published>2008-08-13T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:31:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in Queensland!</title><content type='html'>I have left Sydney and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arr ivied&lt;/span&gt; in Queensland. It loved staying with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan. Their family is amazing! Erin and Kate and the babies made it even more enjoyable! I am now here in Queensland staying with Dinah (Uncle Andy and Trish's daughter). It has been so much fun so far.&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the plane I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assumed&lt;/span&gt; I would recognize Dinah when I saw her and just walk straight up to her with a big hug. But when I got off the plane, I looked around for a bit and saw someone who I thought was her but i wasn't sure and I could tell she was doing the same thing. Then we realized that we found the person we were looking for....EACH OTHER! Very funny first meeting but she has been so great to me. Dinah has been so good to me. Treating me as an actual member of the family pretty much. She is just great and sort of reminds me of my mama. :) It's great getting to know her.&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Gold Coast yesterday and went to Surfer's Paradise which is any surfers dream. I put my feet in the softest sand I think I have ever felt and then put my feet in the water. We then went up to Q1, which was built for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. It is the tallest residential building in the world and is the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; tallest building in the world. It was literally breathtaking. You feel almost dizzy looking out the glass windows upon the city. It took us 43 seconds to get up to the 77&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor and the same going down. Talk about fast. We then headed for home and I go to meet the kiddies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kira&lt;/span&gt;, 10. Liam, 8 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zali&lt;/span&gt;, 6. Talk about gorgeous kids.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tambourine&lt;/span&gt; Mountain. Talk about a great hiking place. It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rain forest&lt;/span&gt; filled with huge overbearing trees and very lush and green. It has a little strip of shops that feel like a country town. Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Southbank&lt;/span&gt; and went to see the Brisbane temple. Now that is a beautiful temple and i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; overlooks the river.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are off to The Steve Erwin Park Zoo!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-7999336503814840538?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7999336503814840538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-in-queensland.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7999336503814840538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7999336503814840538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-in-queensland.html' title='Here in Queensland!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4072968901362945297</id><published>2008-08-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:42:18.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the city</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy busy day. All of the family, except Morgan who had to work :(, went out for a day in the city. We all grabbed our bags and babies and headed off for a train ride to the city. I loved seeing the city full of life and people bustling around. It felt as if I were in New York except being in Sydney, Australia was much cooler. Instead of people playing the guitars, everyone played the digeridoo. It's been so interesting to compare Australia to Amereica. There are some similarites but it is for the most part, a completely different continent.&lt;br /&gt;The Sydney Harbor Bridge was amazing. It waas so surreal. I felt as though I was looking at a painting. As we rounded the corner the Sydney Opera House was absoulutely beautiful. The design and architecture was so different looking at it up close rather than looking at a picture. As we looked inside the resaurant we saw a group a very prestine chefs having a little chat. Rebecca pointed out that one of them was a famous chef and owned the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Botanical Gardens and walked through a large tree of bats. It honestly looked like a horror movie only it was daytime so it wasn't nearly as scary. &lt;br /&gt;We then went on a ferrie ride on the harbor. It was my first ferrie ride, so i thought I would get sick but to my surprise, I loved it. It was so free and relaxing. Though it was a bit cold, it was very peaceful. The day was just in plain old words, a fun day. I cannot wait to come again and explore even omore of the history and the beauty of Sydney. I got a good clear picture of the bridge and opera house together.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's horrible to say but I think I want to live here. Sorry mum. How about we all move over here okay?&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4072968901362945297?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4072968901362945297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-in-city.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4072968901362945297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4072968901362945297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-in-city.html' title='A day in the city'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-384324474890235111</id><published>2008-08-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:20:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice relaxing day!</title><content type='html'>My third day in Australia. After a 14 hour flight, I got into Sydney airport around 8:00 am! Rebecca and Hannah met me at the airport and I was so releived to find them so quickly. I had a bit of trouble switching terminals and a long wait through customs. But it was worth it. I have loved being here. Camden is such a beautiful place eventhough it is cold and a bit rainy right now. Rebecca has been so kind and gracious to me, making sure my stay is extra special. The family has welcomed me with open arms and it's been so comforting. Everything is so different here. from the different name brands to driving on the other side of the road! Erin arrived yesterday and we all went into the city and watched Dark Knight in I-MAX! We then pretty much got harassed and cussed out by a scary hippie man who was angry because he didn't get the money he thought he deserved after doing fire tricks.  haha, good times, good times. Today has been a relaxing day. Just cuddling up on the couch talking and watching the television. Kate, Sarah and Dane arrived today and it's been lovely. The babies are so cute. Many more good times to come. I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- I miss you I miss you Scarlett household. Especially Mum and Dad. Oh and Aliza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-384324474890235111?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/384324474890235111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-relaxing-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/384324474890235111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/384324474890235111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-relaxing-day.html' title='Nice relaxing day!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4990783221647297402</id><published>2008-07-22T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:40:18.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm goin' to the land down under</title><content type='html'>12 days. 12 days until I am off for the land down under. 12 days until I will get that unsettling feeling about being away from my family for so long. 12 days until I will have to brace myself for the 14 hour flight that lies in store for me. 12 days until I will be able to see family that I have waited for forever to meet and to give a big hug and kiss to. 12 days until I will be able to hear the beautiful accents of aussie men. 12 days until I will see new sights and create new memories that will last a lifetime. 12 days.... oh yes.... 12 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4990783221647297402?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4990783221647297402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-goin-to-land-down-under.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4990783221647297402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4990783221647297402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-goin-to-land-down-under.html' title='I&apos;m goin&apos; to the land down under'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4496233442760313548</id><published>2008-07-02T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:46.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a "beachin" time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SGx-R6sG52I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zKO2twqKXR8/s1600-h/DSCN0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218684914492696418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SGx-R6sG52I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zKO2twqKXR8/s320/DSCN0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So this past week was our family vacation to California. Sun, sand, and water are the three ingredients to make me happy. It was such a relaxing week and I loved every minute of it....well....almost. I loved going with my family and being able to share moments that will be remembered. I was bummed when we had to leave. Time had gone by so fast and one of the reasons that it went by so fast was because I didn't get burnt on the first day. The past years I have always gotten burnt on the first day. I am from Arizona, the state the brings on the heat, shouldn't I be immune to the sun?  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, the second to last day, I got burnt. And I only burnt on ONE leg. Seriously, one leg, what the crap. I put sunscreen on BOTH legs, how does that happen? So the next day I decided to even it out a bit so I didn't put any sunscreen on the leg that didn't get burnt and it ended up getting redder than the other one. So now I am stupid because it hurts and even more stupid because now I still have uneven colored legs.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that uneventful time of the trip, I think it was one of the best vacations ever. I am so greatful that I have parents who are willing to take family vacations. They are the times that I will remember forever and will be able to keep up the traditions that our family has created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4496233442760313548?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4496233442760313548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-beachin-time.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4496233442760313548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4496233442760313548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-beachin-time.html' title='I had a &quot;beachin&quot; time'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SGx-R6sG52I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zKO2twqKXR8/s72-c/DSCN0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-9140376819994345586</id><published>2008-05-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:42:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents are out of town</title><content type='html'>So everyone besides Liam and I went on the trek. Liam is over at his cousins house sleeping over and I am here by myself. Hmmm.....what to do what to do. Any fun and crazy teenager would say PARTY!!! But almost all of my freinds are also on the trek so it's a big loss there. I think I will go get some Yoko Fast Food (Japanese Restaraunt) cuddle up and watch Pride and Prejudice. After Pride and Prejudice I think I will go take a bath and read Twilight. After reading, I might just have a midnight snack and eat ice cream while watching re-runs of Will and Grace. I am such a party animal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-9140376819994345586?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9140376819994345586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-are-out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/9140376819994345586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/9140376819994345586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-are-out-of-town.html' title='Parents are out of town'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-1522592352541902503</id><published>2008-05-22T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:47.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Dominate!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVFPoHveYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6sefFOJ1FBY/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVFPoHveYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6sefFOJ1FBY/s320/IMG_9267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203141079266720130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Done with HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Finally. I thought this day would never come. The wierd thing is that it hasn't even hit me yet. I went to the Wells Fargo Arena, walked across the stage, took my diploma, celebrated with silly string and I still feel as if I should be going to school tomorrow. After 12 years of learning, and teachers telling me that you that what we do now will reflect on what we do after high school is here. The day has passed and it's so surreal. I am on my way to bigger and better adventures. I am so excited yet so nervous at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; I have celebrations to go to and friends to say goodbye to. I don't want to grow up yet but I want that freedom of being able to choose what I want to do with my life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVDzYHveWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BPvtwbXL4BM/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVDzYHveWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BPvtwbXL4BM/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you to all who wished me good luck. I love you guys and miss everyone so much. I am so blessed to have such a loving and caring family and having people support me in the descisions I make. I love my mom and dad for always being there for me. Heavenly Father could NOT have sent me any parents who are better than them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVDzYHveWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BPvtwbXL4BM/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/224631886600010671-1522592352541902503?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1522592352541902503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/done-with-high-school-finally.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1522592352541902503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/1522592352541902503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/done-with-high-school-finally.html' title='2008 Dominate!!!!'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/SDVFPoHveYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6sefFOJ1FBY/s72-c/IMG_9267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-8668661177541383084</id><published>2008-04-07T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:38:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do for fun</title><content type='html'>Before you see these, you should just know that this is my complete and total personality. I am crazy, I love to have fun and I don't really care what people think of me. My friends are, for the most part, the exact same. I will admit that I am a freak. I have a way too qurky sense of humor and these pictures are not what you would call normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28yHNp4BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fHj0K0QdSMQ/s1600-h/DSCF1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509914916478994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28yHNp4BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fHj0K0QdSMQ/s320/DSCF1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burnt Marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;Can you belive I found a jacket like this at Charlotte Russe???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28ZnNp3_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u-dpCOy9A_M/s1600-h/P8020103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509494009683954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28ZnNp3_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u-dpCOy9A_M/s320/P8020103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28GHNp3-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2uOtUybFM9E/s1600-h/IMG_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509159002234850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28GHNp3-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2uOtUybFM9E/s320/IMG_1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright this one is a pretty normal. Although when us three get together, it is complete and utter mayhem. We are loud and obnoxious and the further you are away from us....the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_27m3Np38I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ydLKqzo6yVo/s1600-h/P7310042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187508622131322818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_27m3Np38I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ydLKqzo6yVo/s320/P7310042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is the deal with this picture. My friend Brooke decided one night at one of our many sleepovers, that she wanted to do my make-up. I told her "Sure, that would be awesome!" She told me to close my eyes and not open them until she was done. So I laid on the floor thinking of how cute this little make over would turn out to be. She kept saying "Oh my goodness, this is going to be so cute!" and "Oh i love this color on you." After she was done she told me "You have to promise me to let me do your make-up for prom." I thought well if she thinks it's good enough for prom then sure. As I looked in the mirror, I screamed in terror. This is the make-up she put on me!!! This of course meant that I had every right as a friend to do it back to her. In the end she was a lioness and I somewhat resembled to Golum (from Lord of the Rings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_27MnNp36I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z68sN_2cymw/s1600-h/DSCF0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187508171159756706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_27MnNp36I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z68sN_2cymw/s320/DSCF0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have many pictures like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_qFOMGur9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/aorEiW32Glw/s1600-h/DSCF1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186604399684661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_qFOMGur9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/aorEiW32Glw/s320/DSCF1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I honestly don't think we have one picture in which we are all smiling. They are either of us trying to be gangsta or just plain goofy looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-8668661177541383084?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8668661177541383084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-i-do-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/8668661177541383084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/8668661177541383084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-i-do-for-fun.html' title='This is what I do for fun'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R_28yHNp4BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fHj0K0QdSMQ/s72-c/DSCF1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-7615498771477190610</id><published>2008-03-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:49.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nautical Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;MORP 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hGBY8ccMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PS5j9B-ZPE/s1600-h/IMG_7545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hGBY8ccMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PS5j9B-ZPE/s320/IMG_7545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176964761352171714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hEdo8ccLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5YnFmaCMFU/s1600-h/IMG_7542.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me and Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hEdo8ccLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5YnFmaCMFU/s320/IMG_7542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176963047660220594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is Alex......enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hEEY8ccKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SnA0xsC1duM/s1600-h/IMG_7570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hEEY8ccKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SnA0xsC1duM/s320/IMG_7570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176962613868523682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys shirts said I heart Fair Maidens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hDAY8ccJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QNf-0qN5FQg/s1600-h/IMG_7566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hDAY8ccJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QNf-0qN5FQg/s320/IMG_7566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176961445637419154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The girls shirts said I heart Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hCaI8ccII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tt537mHOAFQ/s1600-h/IMG_7563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hCaI8ccII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tt537mHOAFQ/s320/IMG_7563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176960788507422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Coolest group  ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/224631886600010671-7615498771477190610?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7615498771477190610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/nautical-night.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7615498771477190610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/7615498771477190610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/nautical-night.html' title='A Nautical Night'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R9hGBY8ccMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4PS5j9B-ZPE/s72-c/IMG_7545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-4166567564611791115</id><published>2008-02-26T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:51.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.F.Y</title><content type='html'>Especially For Youth&lt;br /&gt;This past summer, I went to E.F.Y. at Northern Arizona University. It's such an amazing church program. Every time I go there, I always come back feeling like a different person. I learn so much from the scriptures and make new friends. I feel a lot more confident in being able to share my testimony with others. The boys aren't I meet aren't too bad either. I always have a blast with the friends I go with. This year was my last year and it was by far the best year ever!!! I roomed with my best friend Brooke, and I don't think there was a time that we weren't laughing or smiling about something (besides the spiritual meetings of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SMjiWhtFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/19yAymGdFxc/s1600-h/DSCF0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171412814272771154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SMjiWhtFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/19yAymGdFxc/s320/DSCF0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SMWyWhtEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/p2WHTtP1mP0/s1600-h/DSCF0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171412595229439042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SMWyWhtEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/p2WHTtP1mP0/s320/DSCF0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SL5CWhtDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5CEk3ttqAqA/s1600-h/DSCF0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171412084128330802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SL5CWhtDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5CEk3ttqAqA/s320/DSCF0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wannabe gangsta's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SLbCWhtBI/AAAAAAAAADk/kf8TlFGInu0/s1600-h/DSCF0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171411568732255250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SLbCWhtBI/AAAAAAAAADk/kf8TlFGInu0/s320/DSCF0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooo E.F.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SLPCWhtAI/AAAAAAAAADc/AAcLmcQokE8/s1600-h/C&amp;amp;Rbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171411362573825026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SLPCWhtAI/AAAAAAAAADc/AAcLmcQokE8/s320/C%26Rbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy and Caitlin = Cool Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SP9CWhtGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/667eLAE-BWE/s1600-h/DSCF0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171416550894318690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SP9CWhtGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/667eLAE-BWE/s320/DSCF0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and Caitlin = Tight Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-4166567564611791115?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4166567564611791115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/efy.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4166567564611791115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/4166567564611791115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/efy.html' title='E.F.Y'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8SMjiWhtFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/19yAymGdFxc/s72-c/DSCF0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2894059115984067712</id><published>2008-02-25T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:51.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8NffyWhs-I/AAAAAAAAADM/IlQ2JLzrx-c/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171081796848301026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8NffyWhs-I/AAAAAAAAADM/IlQ2JLzrx-c/s320/Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I, Caitlin Scarlett, got a job. I had worked previously at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gelato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Premio&lt;/span&gt; which is an Italian Ice Cream Shop. It was torture for me to look at the ice cream and not be tempted to eat it, plus my bosses were a bit on the coo coo side so I quit. I got a job at a childcare center at the gym I go to. It's been an wild ride so far. It's taught me a lot of patience which is a good thing because when I start having kids I need that patience to keep from going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I was watching this little boy who is regularly there because his mom works at the gym. I saw him fighting with another boy and told him to stop. When he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; I told him a very kind voice to come over to me so I could talk to him. He slowly came over with a very angry look on his face. As I tried to ask him why he was fighting, out of nowhere, HE PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE!!!! I got a fat lip from a little 4 1/2 year old. I told one of the girls I work with to go get his mom and let's just say after his mom had a talk with him, he came and apologized. That little boy is as sweet to me as ever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun working there but sometimes I just have to stop myself and think why? This little girl came to me with pooh all over her behind and I found a whole other mess in the bathroom. A baby burped up his whole dinner on my shirt. A little boy asked me when I was gonna have my baby. And a couple days ago he accidentally ran into my stomach and when I said "ouch", he asked if he had hurt the baby at all. I have watched Aladdin more than 20 times in the past 3 weeks. I think I might be going deaf from all the kids screaming and yelling at each other eventhough they are only a few feet apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my job is pretty great though. I have really good hours and MOST of the kids I watch are pretty dang cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-2894059115984067712?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2894059115984067712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/workin-it.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2894059115984067712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2894059115984067712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/workin-it.html' title='Workin it'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R8NffyWhs-I/AAAAAAAAADM/IlQ2JLzrx-c/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-814633184177887595</id><published>2008-02-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:51.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Wayne and Garth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know Halloween is long over but I must say that we had the coolest costume ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a.k.a Caitlin Scarlett and Kaitlyn Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168861573634175842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t8NyWhs2I/AAAAAAAAACA/UrUjP4_pTHM/s320/DSCF0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t8ByWhs1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/LAKO5NspNFY/s1600-h/DSCF0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168861367475745618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t8ByWhs1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/LAKO5NspNFY/s320/DSCF0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Party Time Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t74iWhs0I/AAAAAAAAABw/ydqvzSqLxCk/s1600-h/DSCF0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168861208561955650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t74iWhs0I/AAAAAAAAABw/ydqvzSqLxCk/s320/DSCF0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy hated this costume but she looks so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t-0iWhs3I/AAAAAAAAACI/We-I0vErlxs/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168864438377362290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t-0iWhs3I/AAAAAAAAACI/We-I0vErlxs/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-814633184177887595?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/814633184177887595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/waynes-world.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/814633184177887595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/814633184177887595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/waynes-world.html' title='The Real Wayne and Garth'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t8NyWhs2I/AAAAAAAAACA/UrUjP4_pTHM/s72-c/DSCF0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-2177797835450528826</id><published>2008-02-19T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:52.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2yCWhswI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r7cANSih1OM/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168855599334667010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2yCWhswI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r7cANSih1OM/s320/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;Leona, Brooke, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2oSWhsvI/AAAAAAAAABI/2AK5g2UBBRM/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168855431830942450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2oSWhsvI/AAAAAAAAABI/2AK5g2UBBRM/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tongans&lt;br /&gt;Tevita, Charlie, Tuuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to my first school dance for my Senior year. I had such a blast. Let's just say going with Tongans = Craziness. I loved it though. We all had a fun time and pretty much had the time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUD WARS!!!!! DAY DATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2YCWhsuI/AAAAAAAAABA/6rzn69nAuNo/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168855152658068194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2YCWhsuI/AAAAAAAAABA/6rzn69nAuNo/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2KSWhstI/AAAAAAAAAA4/joVrgS1fsvw/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168854916434866898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2KSWhstI/AAAAAAAAAA4/joVrgS1fsvw/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tevita and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t19CWhssI/AAAAAAAAAAw/R3vPnUxSA6E/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168854688801600194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t19CWhssI/AAAAAAAAAAw/R3vPnUxSA6E/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 11 couples there. It was madness. This is the reason why boys are lucky to have short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me about a 1/2 a bottle of shampoo to get all the mud out. I would do it again in a heartbeat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-2177797835450528826?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2177797835450528826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2177797835450528826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/2177797835450528826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7t2yCWhswI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r7cANSih1OM/s72-c/Picture+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224631886600010671.post-6617107237928475661</id><published>2008-02-18T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:52:52.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7p8pCWhsrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/69O2itp-QqY/s1600-h/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168580566808900274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7p8pCWhsrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/69O2itp-QqY/s320/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love my Izabelle. Eventhough she poops and pees everywhere, you can't help but love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224631886600010671-6617107237928475661?l=fiddleronfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6617107237928475661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-my-izabelle.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6617107237928475661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224631886600010671/posts/default/6617107237928475661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiddleronfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-my-izabelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175423610452424727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mZ45CuiUHI/TpeaRH5tmOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwLhvMTAnGU/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kq74kKbvXaY/R7p8pCWhsrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/69O2itp-QqY/s72-c/IMG_1444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
