<?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-8213160574336451709</id><updated>2012-03-13T14:40:28.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl You Are Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5567342945317719318</id><published>2012-03-08T15:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T15:51:47.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a minute</title><content type='html'>So I have been checking my blog everyday for some reason, hoping something exciting will happen. I'm not really sure why I was relying on others for my entertainment...but it kind of worked. Every time I went to write something, I would read someone else's blog and not want to write because theirs was so good. Backwards, I know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much is going on in my little college life. I'm just trying to take it one day at a time. I decided I'm going to Utah State in the Fall and feel really good about that decision. I think there's so many positives about that, I can't really go wrong :). I'm in a new show called "The School For Scandal" that I'm really excited about. It's going to be a blast! And this next week is Spring Break. Holler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5567342945317719318?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5567342945317719318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5567342945317719318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5567342945317719318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5567342945317719318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/03/its-been-minute.html' title='It&apos;s been a minute'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8010144480951096348</id><published>2012-02-15T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:14:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Me.</title><content type='html'>I have to say this before I forget. I've been thinking about it for awhile now....and if I don't say it now, I will forget.  I do theater. I love it. My first play was "Grease" in 8th grade. Since my first show, it's just been something that I love. And the other day, I was thinking to myself, "Theater is all about trust." And I think that's why I love it so much. I can't trust a whole lot of people in my life. They are few and far between. So the fact that I can go into a room and perform with a cast of people that I trust is such a comfort to me. And when someone breaks that trust, it's really scary to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRUST people to say lines to me so I can say my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRUST people to work the light board so I may be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRUST one of my fellow cast members to NOT punch me in the nose every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRUST everyone to do their job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take this so seriously because it's so personal to me. The stage is where I feel most like myself. Isn't that ironic? But it's my family up there, my home. A very special director once said to his cast, "I love you guys. But I love the theater more." Honestly, at first, I took that the wrong way. But now...I think I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mess with my home. Or my family. Trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisha&lt;/div&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/8213160574336451709-8010144480951096348?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8010144480951096348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8010144480951096348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8010144480951096348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8010144480951096348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/02/trust-me.html' title='Trust Me.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-466204498899519975</id><published>2012-02-12T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:42:47.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basically</title><content type='html'>Basically I'm having a great time at school.&lt;div&gt;Basically I'm working really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I'm really blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I have the best friends anyone could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I just want to see my family for a weekend....and it can't some soon enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-466204498899519975?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/466204498899519975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=466204498899519975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/466204498899519975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/466204498899519975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/02/basically.html' title='Basically'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6574720825972006032</id><published>2012-02-05T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:17:08.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Today we got it.&lt;div&gt;Today we know what we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I found out new things. And I realized things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I already knew. And I did routine things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I do everyday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constantly thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the things we do today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare us for the people we are becoming tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I know. I know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've memorized you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it not be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't learn new lines yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6574720825972006032?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6574720825972006032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6574720825972006032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6574720825972006032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6574720825972006032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/02/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3343302590060915679</id><published>2012-01-31T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:11:00.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last blog post!!! Here we are! It's been fun :) Getting to write something new everyday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/394116_10150638058070420_742745419_11567920_167304383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/394116_10150638058070420_742745419_11567920_167304383_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 286px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;5 good things that have happened since the Challenge started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I got a fantastic new room mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I passed all my classes last semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I got to write on my blog at least once a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I have made new friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I never have to fight with financial aid again this semester. WOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3343302590060915679?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3343302590060915679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3343302590060915679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3343302590060915679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3343302590060915679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1754573024871503802</id><published>2012-01-30T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:58:18.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I wish with all my heart...</title><content type='html'>Today is 3 wishes. Random. Well I try to live my life in such a way that I am happy all the time. Because it gets kind of old when people are constantly saying things like "I'll be happy when..." I think life is all about the moments. The good ones. The sad ones. The ones that you think won't top the next one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess if I had to choose....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I wish that everyone would get along with each other. That people were more genuine. And they had personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wish people really knew how beautiful they were. I wish girls didn't think they had to act stupid around boys. I wish people were supportive when other people did well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I wish I had the money to travel anywhere at any given time. I could go anywhere I wanted at a moments notice. That would be beautiful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful and Under traveled, xoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1754573024871503802?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1754573024871503802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1754573024871503802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1754573024871503802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1754573024871503802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wish-i-wish-with-all-my-heart.html' title='I wish I wish with all my heart...'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7702599700497046017</id><published>2012-01-28T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:33:33.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What stresses me out....</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what stresses me out! Oh wait.....yes I do!!!! I just said it in fact. Blogging. Well blogging right now. I have way too many thing to think about and blogging is just one of those things that I want to do, but don't have time for at the moment. SO here you go! Blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stressed, xoxox, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7702599700497046017?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7702599700497046017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7702599700497046017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7702599700497046017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7702599700497046017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-stresses-me-out.html' title='What stresses me out....'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7209593322619603352</id><published>2012-01-27T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:02:45.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City I live in....</title><content type='html'>Currently I live in Price, UT. It's a little town. A very little town. And I joke and stuff that it's so lame...but I love it. I laugh at some of the locals that make me laugh with the silly things they do, I complain that nothing but McDonald's is open 24 hours, and I kind of hate that I, for whatever reason, am constantly am walking everywhere...sorta ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's my blog so I better be honest. I love it. I love that everyone knows each other. I love those late night McDonald's trips that you think will last 10 minutes tops, but you drive back to your dorm and end up spending 2 hours talking in the car to one of your favorite people on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love that I don't have to spend so much gas driving places....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah sorry that was all I could think of for that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's some pictures of the town I live in. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249180_10150267843890420_742745419_9356810_5002094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249180_10150267843890420_742745419_9356810_5002094_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/154686_10150104701515420_742745419_7888106_842517_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/154686_10150104701515420_742745419_7888106_842517_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312859_10150421871625420_742745419_10682383_847797406_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 960px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7209593322619603352?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7209593322619603352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7209593322619603352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7209593322619603352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7209593322619603352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/city-i-live-in.html' title='The City I live in....'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2600859412640563218</id><published>2012-01-26T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:38:43.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is a wish your heart makes</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of ideas for my wedding. Some of which involve polka dots, some of which involve cake. Anywho, this will be short and sweet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I most definitely want this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/37647346854738454_SswjjT5J_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2600859412640563218?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2600859412640563218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2600859412640563218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2600859412640563218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2600859412640563218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream is a wish your heart makes'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2427333932854582623</id><published>2012-01-24T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:05:25.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make my heart sing.</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time. Time for musicccc! One of my favorite topics! Well it says to put my iPod on shuffle, and I'm definitely already in bed and too lazy to get my iPod out of my purse so I will use Spotify to help me! Here it goes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll meet you halfway"-The Partridge Family. I grew up on this stuff. My mom had the CD of their greatest hits and I fell in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Farewell"-Rihanna. Her new album is genius! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The heart of the matter"-India.Arie. I fell in love with her when I saw her on Oprah. I wanted everything she'd ever sung! This song is no different. LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Run Everytime"-Gavin DeGraw His new album is also brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know it's today"-Shrek The Musical I saw a youtube video of this and couldn't stop watching. I love the harmonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Such Great Heights" -The Postal Service Honestly? I just downloaded the whole Grey's Anatomy album and this was on it. I was so infatuated with this song! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just a kiss"-Lady Antebellum I'm obsessed with this because of Grace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nine People's Favorite Thing"-[Title of Show] I wanted to learn every word of this last semester. And I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Move On"-Natalie Weiss LOVE anything she touches/sings/breathes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pumped Up Kicks"-Foster The People It makes me think of my Scott. And I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it folks! My music :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2427333932854582623?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2427333932854582623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2427333932854582623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2427333932854582623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2427333932854582623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-make-my-heart-sing.html' title='You make my heart sing.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2084115346193039858</id><published>2012-01-23T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:21:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn something new everyday!</title><content type='html'>I try at least. To learn something new everyday, that is. Like today. I learned that when your sleep schedule is off, you wake up just as your math class is starting. And when you don't look to see if you have a pen or pencil before you leave, you won't have one. And that sucks. Yesterday I learned what it was to wake up at 2 pm. I'm not proud of that. But it happened. So everyday I learn something new. It's human. It's okay to not know everything now....or ever. I think that's why God brings people in our lives. To teach us new things. To help us know the world better. To relate to each other. Because honestly, I think we're more alike than we think we all are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So things I've learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't go into ANY relationship thinking you will change someone. (Best advice my mom every gave me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in doubt, say "Hello" anyway. You never know how much that might mean to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay to feel beautiful. You are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing is truly the best medicine. If you can't laugh at yourself, you've missed the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compliments are the best present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lipgloss does in fact make you feel better about your current situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A phone call to your parental units is sometimes all you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the end of the world....you'll know when it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you need is Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2084115346193039858?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2084115346193039858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2084115346193039858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2084115346193039858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2084115346193039858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/learn-something-new-everyday.html' title='Learn something new everyday!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-9213430360179010556</id><published>2012-01-22T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:18:00.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, What?</title><content type='html'>So today, it says favorite movie. But I'm pretty sure I already did that....So today I will do my favorite quote. I do have a lot of faves, so I'll try to do all of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."-E.E. Cummings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I ended up where I needed to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The two most important days in your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why."-Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life is too short to spend with people who suck the happiness out of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And in that moment I swear, we were infinite."-Perks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm just a girl. Standing in front of a boy. Asking him to love her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baby, I'm gonna treat you so nice you're never gonna let me go."-&lt;i&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;I never treated you like a prostitute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You just did"-&lt;i&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;A few of them at least :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;XOXOX, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8213160574336451709-9213430360179010556?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/9213430360179010556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=9213430360179010556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9213430360179010556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9213430360179010556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/uh-what.html' title='Uh, What?'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1497705868940271386</id><published>2012-01-22T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:33:39.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in muh Purse?!</title><content type='html'>Well, we all know that a purse is a girl's best kept secret. There are compartments and pockets galore! So what's in mine? Right now? Let's have a gander....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lipgloss (4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anti-Bacterial Hand Gel (Citrus Mint)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotion (Warm Vanilla Sugar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nail File&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Bracelet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALTOIDS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute Holiday Sign Scott's Mom bought me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a CD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A change purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How exciting am I? Not very ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&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/8213160574336451709-1497705868940271386?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1497705868940271386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1497705868940271386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1497705868940271386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1497705868940271386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-in-muh-purse.html' title='What&apos;s in muh Purse?!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1581826394122470161</id><published>2012-01-19T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:18:11.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photogenic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not to be cocky or full of myself, but I have always been pretty photogenic. I love having my picture taken. I love taking funny, pretty, or ridiculous/nonsense pictures. I love editing as well. I love it all I guess :) So I couldn't pick just one favorite picture of myself.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they're all big. I wanted it that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/17850_297657325419_742745419_5104655_5099714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/17850_297657325419_742745419_5104655_5099714_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken at Weber State with my best friends Austin and Taylor. I was backstage and we were hiding from Austin....it might take you awhile to realize where I am. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/29706_430669735419_742745419_5950594_6764212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/29706_430669735419_742745419_5950594_6764212_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my Bestie Arryn. This was taken while waiting for a train to go to Salt Lake one summer night. I honestly don't know why I love it so much. But it's one of my favorites of my and her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/30306_437950860419_742745419_6133538_7505649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/30306_437950860419_742745419_6133538_7505649_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my FAVORITE pictures of myself. It was taken on a Sunday in the summer of 2010. Arryn and I were on our way to church and we were just looking too gorgeous that day :) (Also, this probably doesn't even matter, but I had just tried a new mascara that day and I loved it. Look how long my lashes are!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1581826394122470161?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1581826394122470161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1581826394122470161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1581826394122470161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1581826394122470161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/photogenic.html' title='Photogenic'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8457690411979877300</id><published>2012-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:31:17.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call me....</title><content type='html'>Nicknames. I have a few....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lish-buh-gish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luscious (Beauty School one that stuck :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Char-Lisha (When my mom can't think of my name hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luc-Lisha (Also, when my mom can't think of my name... That's Lisha and Lucy put together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all that I can think of :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8457690411979877300?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8457690411979877300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8457690411979877300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8457690411979877300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8457690411979877300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-call-me.html' title='Just Call me....'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6617651586574134033</id><published>2012-01-17T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:55:32.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everything.</title><content type='html'>Something I miss.....&lt;div&gt;Well, when I'm at school I miss all my friends at home. When I'm at home I miss all my friends at school. I just want everyone in one place so I can have you all to myself. That would work out just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss when I was kid and spent summers in Canada. I miss thinking that the summer was 6 months long. I miss being able to play hands up stands up. (I was so good at those cherry bombs!) I miss spending the whole day outside because I was a kid, and that's what kids were supposed to do. I miss all my firsts. My first date, My first kiss, My first time to hold hands with someone for real. I think I just miss those butterflies that come with that. That "I'm so excited I might jump out of my skin" feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6617651586574134033?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6617651586574134033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6617651586574134033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6617651586574134033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6617651586574134033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-everything.html' title='I miss everything.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2361991526719939472</id><published>2012-01-16T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:32:25.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food. I love Food.</title><content type='html'>Okay kids. Let's talk about food. I love it. I love going  out to dinner. I love getting dessert. I love it and these are some of my favorites.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RIXfr4AkEs/TxSViuCZADI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B0wvqCM6wng/s200/s-IN-N-OUT-BURGER-DALLAS-TEXAS-EXPANSION-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698343852236668978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love me some burgers and fries :) And it reminds me of California and the beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQuwCwESs-g/TxSViGOPhkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c3eKyCqwS0k/s200/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698343841548961346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up working in Del Taco's as a child. My mom's second husband was in the restaurant business and he opened 4 or 5 of them on the Wasatch Front. So for me, it's not about the food. It's a memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1kaLSkjzc8/TxSViZuI5fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZAizao8W948/s200/Mimi%2527s%2BCafe.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698343846783018482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi's Cafe. SO YUM! Any special occasion I always choose here to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwGKVXDqO0Y/TxSViLD-2RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x5Io0ERiuQY/s200/Jamba-Juice-Lynnwood-WA-4088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698343842848102674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamba Juice. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2361991526719939472?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2361991526719939472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2361991526719939472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2361991526719939472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2361991526719939472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/food-i-love-food.html' title='Food. I love Food.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RIXfr4AkEs/TxSViuCZADI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B0wvqCM6wng/s72-c/s-IN-N-OUT-BURGER-DALLAS-TEXAS-EXPANSION-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2757402239965394691</id><published>2012-01-15T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:44:36.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking forward to...</title><content type='html'>This one is kind of hard. I don't know if I'm supposed to be looking forward to something in the near future, or something far away. Well I guess I'm looking forward to the opening of the show we're currently working on, which is See How They Run. I think it's going to be a blast when it all comes together. (I love the people I get to see everyday at rehearsals.) But in the future future? I'm looking forward to adventures with the love of my life. I'm looking forward to little chubby Lisha's running around. I'm looking forward to buying my wedding dress. To have a career that I LOVE. I guess I just always here people say "I'll be happy when..." And the truth is, I feel so blessed to be happy right now. Because I am so happy right now. I have everything anyone could want. Sure, there are things I want, but I have everything I need....and then some. So I'll look forward to my future, but be so graciously happy right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2757402239965394691?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2757402239965394691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2757402239965394691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2757402239965394691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2757402239965394691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-looking-forward-to.html' title='I&apos;m looking forward to...'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1544423320103485722</id><published>2012-01-14T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:24:39.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really have blue plans for my perfect house, but I think some things, like a huge bath tub would be really awesome. I love hardwood floors. And I really want a big kitchen. But I'm not sure why because I don't really cook....but it's nice to dream, right? Here are some pictures that I really like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/264305071850906285_iiKsWmiL_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 640px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/264305071850906285_iiKsWmiL_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/85920305360416366_TQD7SqgR_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/85920305360416366_TQD7SqgR_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/274719645989124038_syTMUBUd_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 640px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/274719645989124038_syTMUBUd_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/192247477812942135_aE9Bmw6d_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 657px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/192247477812942135_aE9Bmw6d_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 354px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/107453141078875346_tVJycdG8_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;But please let this be in my kitchen! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1544423320103485722?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1544423320103485722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1544423320103485722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1544423320103485722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1544423320103485722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dream-home.html' title='My Dream home'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-454138444732439140</id><published>2012-01-13T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:46:38.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bible verse</title><content type='html'>Okay kids it's confession time. The bible really scares me. It's big and there are a lot of words, and  I find it extremely intimidating. But there is a verse that sticks out to me....it was my theme for Laurel's conference one year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 31:10 " Who can find a virtuous woman? For her Price is far above rubies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this verse because to me, the whole chapter describes the kind of woman I want to be. She is strong. She is kind. She is a mother. She is a wife. She is leans on her Heavenly Father for guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's who I want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-454138444732439140?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/454138444732439140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=454138444732439140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/454138444732439140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/454138444732439140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/bible-verse.html' title='A bible verse'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4746504023048627172</id><published>2012-01-12T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:02:42.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes...</title><content type='html'>&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;So a year ago, I had just started here at USU Eastern. And I was so nervous! I have changed in more ways than I knew was even possible. I kind of found myself. Or maybe a little part of myself. I have met amazing people. People who I never knew I could love so much! Just like this one! Her name is Bethany and she is the sweetest, prettiest, more compassionate person I know. She's become one of my very best friends. And I can remember the exact moment that happened. It was actually in the show that this picture is from :) Thank you Bethany for being lovely. &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kRmQW-VbH4/Tw9yv6SMcbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WLwcFmoWqv4/s1600/205174_10150223957945420_742745419_8941512_599794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kRmQW-VbH4/Tw9yv6SMcbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WLwcFmoWqv4/s200/205174_10150223957945420_742745419_8941512_599794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696898221071954354" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;xoxox, Lisha&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/8213160574336451709-4746504023048627172?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4746504023048627172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4746504023048627172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4746504023048627172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4746504023048627172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes...'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kRmQW-VbH4/Tw9yv6SMcbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WLwcFmoWqv4/s72-c/205174_10150223957945420_742745419_8941512_599794_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6982055182731559230</id><published>2012-01-10T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:13:58.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Lisha Will....</title><content type='html'>Goals. What a big word. Well, not really. I guess intimidating would be more accurate. I know what I want to do, but can I do it? Here it goes :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Day I will:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get married in the Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook on a more regular basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have cute babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance in a McDonald's Drive Thru for about an hour (Oh wait... :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live abroad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my career&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have so far :) We'll work on it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6982055182731559230?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6982055182731559230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6982055182731559230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6982055182731559230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6982055182731559230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/someday-lisha-will.html' title='Someday Lisha Will....'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5055762063833078488</id><published>2012-01-09T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:20:42.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would never leave without......</title><content type='html'>I can never leave the house without: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Lipgloss (Usually something from Bath and Body Works)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously if I don't have some lipgloss or chapstick of some kind, I like freak out and my lips re so dry! No bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5055762063833078488?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5055762063833078488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5055762063833078488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5055762063833078488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5055762063833078488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-would-never-leave-without.html' title='I would never leave without......'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3141875922923433031</id><published>2012-01-09T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:28:20.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A used to be TV junkie</title><content type='html'>I used to be such a TV addict. And I really don't know what happened. I had the TV show schedule memorized, so I could record and watch a show at the same time. Right now my faves are, in no particular order:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is thank goodness for NetFlix :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&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/8213160574336451709-3141875922923433031?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3141875922923433031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3141875922923433031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3141875922923433031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3141875922923433031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/used-to-be-tv-junkie.html' title='A used to be TV junkie'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-285849590519917715</id><published>2012-01-08T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:39:47.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Oh Day 10. I would like to say that I'm fearless. But that would be a big horrible lie. I'm afraid of a lot of silly things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heights: The older I get, the more I am afraid of heights. It's so weird! I get crazy butterflies in my tummy and I wanna flee from the situation completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Vulnerable: Once again, I get crazy butterflies and want to run. It's way scarier to me than anything in this universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dying with no purpose: I hope I do something worthwhile before I leave this earth. And I hope someone notices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't trying to be poetic or super deep. These are the real things that scare me. That sometimes keep me up at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-285849590519917715?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/285849590519917715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=285849590519917715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/285849590519917715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/285849590519917715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4432979263767064496</id><published>2012-01-07T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:00:04.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>A picture of my best friend? I have like a million! And I already did that for my things that make me happy....So instead, I will write what they have taught me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arryn Glines. She's the best! :) She's taught me how to make and keep goals. She gets what she wants not matter what and is such an example to me e'ry day. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlotta Jane. She's my cousin, so I'm stuck with her....just kidding ;) Charlotta has taught me that it's okay to laugh at silly things. And that it's okay not to like vegetables. And it's okay to be beautiful. She's just pretty much perfect. (Do you know what?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott Zaborski. I couldn't even fit in a million blogs what he's taught me. But I'll try. Scott has taught me what being infinite means. That feeling when everything is perfect. And you don't think any other moment can top it, but it does. He's taught me what it means to really read a book. He's taught me how to play Mario Party....the list really could go on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Johnson. He's taught me that it's okay to be smart. It's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay to love. Anyone. I love him so much for that. (And miss him so much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelton Wells. Oh Kelty. I love him:) Kelton has taught me what it means to be dedicated to something. He gives 110% to everything he does and that is amazing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farrah Nelson. Farrah has taught me how to laugh and to not take myself too seriously. I can always count on her to laugh with me even when I'm stressed or whatever! She's wonderful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sterling Anderson. Has taught me how to be passionate about what I want. To see him perform is such an awesome experience because you can tell it's what he was meant to do. It's so beautiful to know a person like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Wilson. Grace has taught me how to be an individual. She marches to the beat of her own drummer and that is so rare to find. I found her at the exact right time in my life and haven't been the same since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim Swensen. Tim has taught me how to be too cool for school. He's seriously one of the smartest people I know, and he acts like it's not big deal. He's such a hard worker and is willing to help me whenever I need it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin Hull. Austin has taught me how to be humble. We started off kind of rocky, but he was humble enough to be my friend under some tough circumstances. And for that I will be forever grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Knuth. Taylor is one of a kind and I'm so grateful for him in my life. He has taught me that it's okay to be talented. He's amazing! He's taught me it's okay to go for what you want. He's taught me how to be happy. I will forever love him for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4432979263767064496?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4432979263767064496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4432979263767064496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4432979263767064496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4432979263767064496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8703390355593467566</id><published>2012-01-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:59:40.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Canada</title><content type='html'>So today is the day that I get to tell the world about my travels. I've traveled a lot. But I hope to travel more and see the world some day. Hopefully sooner rather than later. I love new places. New food. New smells. Love it all. Anyway, I was born in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. I moved to the states with my mom when I was about 3 years old. But, when I was 5 I started going back in the summers to visit my other family. The family that took my mom and I in when we had no where else to go. I'm not sure they will ever know how eternally grateful we are that we know them, but we are. My life would definitely not be the same. &lt;div&gt;So during these summer trips, when I thought summer lasted forever (or at least 6 months), I thought the world was mine. I remember thinking that this where I felt the most at home. I remember taking pictures with Kate, being introduced to new food, and not a care in the world. Oh and I also got so tan because I would swim for days at a time. Those were the best times of my life. Truly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the summers I stay with Kate. Kate is like my other mom. I talk about her a ton! Probably because I love her so much. She's taught me so much. She's taught me to never settle. To be my own person, even when it's hard. She's also taught me how to love life. She's one of my most favorite people on this whole planet. I owe her so much....maybe one day she'll take me on one her many worldly travels :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xiwi4pWRKjE/TwdyOjglqOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RNhqqzhEUtA/s200/IMGP4903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694645848208943330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVQrodzk-5Q/TwdyPylHeEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qSfPbNsR5gg/s200/IMGP4933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694645869434337346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhmQrUeqnmA/TwdyO01s3vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Imq1rInxMCM/s200/IMGP4925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694645852860899058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cR3ROnbvfVY/Twel1C7X17I/AAAAAAAAAOc/I4yeq6gdodo/s200/IMGP4902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694702584570828722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8703390355593467566?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8703390355593467566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8703390355593467566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8703390355593467566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8703390355593467566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-canada.html' title='Oh Canada'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xiwi4pWRKjE/TwdyOjglqOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RNhqqzhEUtA/s72-c/IMGP4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-9028002658220620582</id><published>2012-01-05T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:18:46.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>I'm on Day 7. Favorite movie day! I love movies. There is nothing better than curling up on the couch with a blanket, Diet Coke, noodles, and good movie :) I love it! Okay so my faves are....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxmf0DmtTBM/TwXl-6nv_2I/AAAAAAAAANI/S8eZRVBEHTM/s200/220px-Prizewinnerohioposter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210172930490210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px; " /&gt;The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio. Seriously, such a great film! It's based on a true story, which is why I think I love it so much. And I always love when movies have a strong female lead. This story is about how much a mother sacrifices for her family and how basically she keeps it all together at a time when women didn't really work outside the home, or inside for that matter. It's beautiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-za1UHVHAUoA/TwXnHLXWz2I/AAAAAAAAANc/eCWBcWyuxHk/s200/51f37XkxZDL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694211414375714658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;Next is Runaway Bride. LOVE THIS MOVIE! And honestly, it's just a romantic comedy. Nothing really super special. But I remember one summer I couldn't get enough. I'd put it in the VCR and press play. When it was over, I would rewind it and watch it again. So good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7xLdn7MDYI/TwXnG3sxyyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6cUI5Ge-5J8/s200/51VC9xBZmWL__SX500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694211409096854306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /&gt;Easy A. What do you even say about this movie? It took me a while to watch it, but my friends Austin and Taylor kept quoting it so they decided I had to watch it. I'm so glad they did! The writing is brilliant. The chemistry between the actors is beautiful. And the story is wonderful. Best movie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOiniQnmo5Y/TwXop75cG-I/AAAAAAAAANs/j5ASVNhwxOs/s200/6a00e55096d6b488330128779a1499970c-320wi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694213111030750178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px; " /&gt;Doris Day at her best. She's timeless ya know? Rock Hudson and Doris Day have such captivating chemistry on screen, it's so fun to watch. I love this movie because it's a unique story line, and so funny :) But again, a romantic comedy :) Surprise, Surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8213160574336451709-9028002658220620582?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/9028002658220620582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=9028002658220620582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9028002658220620582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9028002658220620582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxmf0DmtTBM/TwXl-6nv_2I/AAAAAAAAANI/S8eZRVBEHTM/s72-c/220px-Prizewinnerohioposter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-325557739594063804</id><published>2012-01-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:45:07.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Something that makes me happy? There are so many things!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdPcEIAmgk8/TwNMjbPxWOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c7kiCi1Wkag/s200/llama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693478525419477218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with the obvious, shall we?I'm just kidding. Even though this llama is pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a lot of things make me happy....so here we go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvDFMkMbf7Y/TwNCE_AbQiI/AAAAAAAAALc/Hrgl2EBV1K0/s200/DSCN5527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693467007326568994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mommy. And she's wonderful. And I love her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                           &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj7oQVt6Lx4/TwNCFa9k0SI/AAAAAAAAALs/4JWsG3ufAFg/s200/DSCN5530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693467014830805282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                        This is Arryn! She's my best friend :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StdLrRCt3x0/TwNCEoO-L1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/cYUrajl_x-M/s200/269637_10150326519460420_742745419_9891987_4777747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693467001213562706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are the greatest people on the planet. I love them with all of my heart will go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9AiTyn8s1o/TwNCGofolBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8rv5NcEL7Cs/s200/DSCN5560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693467035643188242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my roomie Grace. I love her collages. And her rants about life. And everything pretty much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1_PzwjVFC8/TwNGMbqvTJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cZvZpMKpdvs/s200/379535_10150497659120420_742745419_11045925_870593905_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693471533325831314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Scott. He's the smartest, most talented, best friend anyone could ask for. I love him to pieces and then some :) He's just infinite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCd48YxLo1k/TwNJ5GpZ15I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gIEGMI_OXCY/s200/224299_1644509876584_1351985631_31269614_3167010_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693475599312082834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tim!!! He's so freaking talented it's insane. And He's also one of the funniest people I know. Thanks Pocket Tim....for everything :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but certainly not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUU0eRfTclE/TwNI2c7ioYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7nq8H_jxibM/s200/A%2BCute%2Bone%2521%2521%2521%2BI%2Blove%2Bit%2Bwhen%2Bthat%2Bhappens2%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693474454242500994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Kelton. He's wonderful in pretty much every way :) And definitely makes me happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a lucky girl to have so many wonderful people around me to make me smile :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-325557739594063804?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/325557739594063804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=325557739594063804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/325557739594063804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/325557739594063804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdPcEIAmgk8/TwNMjbPxWOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c7kiCi1Wkag/s72-c/llama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3668351349675478112</id><published>2012-01-01T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:35:21.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SONG!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a day behind! Sorry Kids! Okay so today is a song to match my mood. I've had a great weekend so far and this is song is just happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KU5o6M7S5nQ&amp;ob=av3e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3668351349675478112?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3668351349675478112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3668351349675478112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3668351349675478112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3668351349675478112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2012/01/song.html' title='A SONG!!!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6258356709320606561</id><published>2011-12-30T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:15:19.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parentals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13538_1286578003008_1186897584_887474_3269430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 602px; height: 453px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13538_1286578003008_1186897584_887474_3269430_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 kids! And so far I'm 4 for 4! (I also just made you say 4 three times!) Anywhoo, It's the day I get to talk about my parental units. Their names are Gary and Janie Jensen. And they are wonderful. They have been married 8 years and it's so crazy to me that it's been that long. But I when I think about it, I was 12 years old when they got hitched! I've grown up a lot since then....and they've been there the whole time. I know I can go to them about anything and they will be there to listen. We're not perfect by any means. We're a family. There is arguing and disagreements, but at the end of the day we're there for each other. And that is pretty special :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6258356709320606561?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6258356709320606561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6258356709320606561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6258356709320606561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6258356709320606561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/parentals.html' title='The Parentals.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8067018468112121509</id><published>2011-12-29T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:40:09.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>So Day 3 is called "Your first Love" And that can be really scary to talk about with the world....or your Facebook Friends. ;) But Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First love. Definitely would be Diet Coke. Or pie. Or Mickey Mouse. Scratch that!  It's Prince Charming from Cinderella. He was perfect! He even returned her shoe at the end. If that's not true love, I don't know what is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in all seriousness, I'm not sure what constitutes as a person's first love. Because I could talk about the person I had a crush for what seemed like forever before he noticed me. Or the guy I thought loved me back, but not really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll do. I'll talk about the man that is mine right this very minute :) He's my best friend that I can tell everything to. And he has the most wonderful blue eyes I've ever seen. And when he said he loved me for the first time, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. :) Yeah. That's my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/107453141078871071_UaVkN51d_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 611px;" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/107453141078871071_UaVkN51d_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8067018468112121509?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8067018468112121509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8067018468112121509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8067018468112121509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8067018468112121509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-293472339804208556</id><published>2011-12-28T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:14:30.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LishKishBish</title><content type='html'>Okay folks it's day 2! So far my blog challenge is going so well :) Okay well today is the meaning behind my blog name, which is LishKishBish.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a nickname I had in junior high. Everyone (well almost everyone) since I can remember has called me Lish. My mom and basically my second mother, Kate, have called me Lish-ba-gish since I was a baby. So, Lish, just kind of stuck. In Junior high my friend Mauri, Kailee, and Candace, I believe, (It was so long ago!!) were talking about nicknames and how sometimes the actual nickname was longer than the person's name. So they thought it was super funny to add to the nickname that I already had. So it turned out to be LishKishBish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go hahaha. Sorry it's not more interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox,Lisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-293472339804208556?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/293472339804208556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=293472339804208556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/293472339804208556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/293472339804208556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/lishkishbish.html' title='LishKishBish'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2599760019437186504</id><published>2011-12-27T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:43:20.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>So lately, I've really wanted to write. But I have no idea what to write ABOUT! So I have decided to do another blog challenge :) I kind of love them, and fully plan on sticking with this one....we'll see :) &lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Day One! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46OhxqDX29g/Tvosfj6lmOI/AAAAAAAAALE/PoM6UMARPDU/s1600/DSCN5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46OhxqDX29g/Tvosfj6lmOI/AAAAAAAAALE/PoM6UMARPDU/s200/DSCN5611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690909999864584418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My First, Middle, and Last name are all commonly used as first names.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was born in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love all the cute things couples do.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate, I believe, is a major food group.&lt;br /&gt;5. Diet Coke is my homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love silver.&lt;br /&gt;7. I could eat Chicken Alfredo anytime of day.&lt;br /&gt;8. I Love card games of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laughing is my absolute favorite thing ever...besides swinging on a swing set.&lt;br /&gt;10. Jamba Juice will turn a bad day to a good day.&lt;br /&gt;11. My friends and my family are the most important things to me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always remember June 9th, 2011 as one of the best days ever.&lt;br /&gt;13. Roadtrips are the best!&lt;br /&gt;14. DisneyLand is my home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;15. I look for beauty everywhere I can. It's always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the list! Join me if you feel so inclined :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo, Lisha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Your first love&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: A song to match your mood&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: A place you've traveled to&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: A favorite picture of your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Something you're afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Goals&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: A picture of you last year - how have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: Bible verse&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: Dream house&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Something you're looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Favorite Place to Eat&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Favorite Picture of yourself ALL TIME Why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: What's in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Favorite Movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: Something you've learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: Your Dream Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: Original Photo of the city you live in&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Something that stresses you out&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: 3 Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Day 30: a picture of yourself this day and 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2599760019437186504?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2599760019437186504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2599760019437186504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2599760019437186504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2599760019437186504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46OhxqDX29g/Tvosfj6lmOI/AAAAAAAAALE/PoM6UMARPDU/s72-c/DSCN5611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7512747222330264083</id><published>2011-12-17T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:03:50.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With her permission.</title><content type='html'>So With the permission of my beautiful and talented cousin, I am able to let you in on a little secret. She writes beautiful poetry. And I came upon this poem of hers the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Here, Right Now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do not know where I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks or even in two years.&lt;br /&gt;But I am here.&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cant live in the future,&lt;br /&gt;I cant live in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I live in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Come awhile and stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;--Charlotta Leung-Wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about this just stayed with me. I want that. And I'm living that right now. My life is one big question mark. But sometimes right now, I just need that time. &lt;br /&gt;That time to breathe and say "I'm okay." So thank you Charlotta. It was just what I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7512747222330264083?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7512747222330264083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7512747222330264083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7512747222330264083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7512747222330264083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/with-her-permission.html' title='With her permission.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3726783819771434230</id><published>2011-12-05T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:54:14.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea.</title><content type='html'>I often tell myself I will go to bed at a decent hour. I do all of the necessary "get ready for bed" things. I put jams on. I brush the teeths. I get underneath my warm covers. And I lay here. (where I am right now in fact) and pull out the lappy. I understand that maybe it isn't the best "go to sleep" motivator, but it helps me unwind. So then I do. I start to unwind. I think about the things that I have to do the upcoming week. Then I get stressed because I know that there aren't enough hours in a day to accomplish all that I need to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE FUTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts about what am I doing with my life. And honest to goodness I have no idea. I wish I did. I wish I had a step by step plan of what I'm doing with the rest of my life. But so far I have none. I think about where I want to be in 5 years. Or 10. All I can think is that I want to be happy. Maybe with a someone. Maybe not. I want to travel. I want to eat food that I never thought could be so delicious. I want to see things in person that I've only seen in movies. I want to breathe the air that I've only day dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am aware how cheesy this sounds*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's true. I want to live my life in such a way that when I am telling my babies about all the adventures I had they say "I want to do that too." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have no idea when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3726783819771434230?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3726783819771434230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3726783819771434230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3726783819771434230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3726783819771434230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-idea.html' title='No idea.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8664448568682853638</id><published>2011-11-26T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:48:14.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago.</title><content type='html'>I was talking with my Best Friend Arryn on our excursion to St. George and we were discussing where we were a year ago. This year has gone by so FAST! But I tried to remember so here we go&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Year ago I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had just finished beauty school and never wanted to do hair again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was getting ready For DisneyLand with my family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was really bummed I couldn't start school Fall Semester &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COULDN'T WAIT FOR SPRING SEMESTER TO START!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then that semester did start. And it was so much different than this one. Good and bad reasons really. I know everything happens for a reason. And I happy that my friends are happy. Even though we're in different places and that sucks some days really bad. But then I remember that I'm blessed in so many ways. I also remember that I have friends everywhere I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm thankful. &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/8213160574336451709-8664448568682853638?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8664448568682853638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8664448568682853638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8664448568682853638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8664448568682853638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-ago.html' title='A year ago.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3049518492163812817</id><published>2011-11-13T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:21:52.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I have never been so excited to hear about a mistake before in my life. I'll condense this story as much as I can, so here we go.&lt;div&gt;I'm a college girl. I have tuition and housing to pay. My only option really is financial aid. So like any good college girl, I started my FAFSA at the end of July to ensure plenty of time for it to process. I wasn't really worried because last semester it went off without a hitch. Why should this time be any different? Well, maybe because 80% of students here at USU-Eastern got audited.  So in the middle of September I had to fill out MORE paperwork. So come the first week of October I had full confidence that I would go up to the Financial Aid office and they would tell me that the pell grant had already been applied to my account. It would take 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told me I didn't qualify for any pell grants. They also told me that I was offered a loan of $5,500 but I would need to make payments on it while in school. Oh, and I still had to come up with $900 per semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could do was cry. And pray. And cry some more. And call my mom and cry. It was getting to be ridiculous. I had to look at all of my options but nothing felt right. I went back and talked to the Financial Aid people, and they couldn't really do anything for me. I was so screwed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then my mom came to my rescue. She realized I had come to the end of my rope and called the Dean of Students. I'm not sure how he and Financial Aid communicated, but I got a call on Friday that was the sweetest call I had ever received. Financial Aid made a $10,000 mistake on my paperwork and no one had caught it. So now I qualify for some pell grants and a loan that I don't have to make payments on while I'm in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this story probably means nothing to the average reader, but it strengthened my testimony of prayer in so many ways. I think I get so caught up in myself sometimes that I forget that God is there to hear me. He wants to bless me. All I have to do is ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&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/8213160574336451709-3049518492163812817?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3049518492163812817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3049518492163812817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3049518492163812817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3049518492163812817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1416519430140216469</id><published>2011-11-02T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:25:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it get better than this?</title><content type='html'>Perfect. That's all I can think.&lt;div&gt;That no matter what words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write, they would be too plain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too unspecial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you deserve the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not sure you have it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I will try my hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's what you deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope and pray that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I can't imagining it getting better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I love having one of these.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/415176237_zA19XA0F_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/415176237_zA19XA0F_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8213160574336451709-1416519430140216469?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1416519430140216469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1416519430140216469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1416519430140216469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1416519430140216469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/11/does-it-get-better-than-this.html' title='Does it get better than this?'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2637331373572975708</id><published>2011-10-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:27:36.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much it hurts sometimes.&lt;div&gt;Especially this month because here's where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't explain it, because I barely new you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've seen pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of you holding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard wonderful stories. Amazing stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of you being a wonderful mother. A wonderful grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't help but miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know you're watching over me everyday. And still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2637331373572975708?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2637331373572975708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2637331373572975708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2637331373572975708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2637331373572975708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2615299589312585908</id><published>2011-10-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:04:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>I know I wasn't the hardest hit.&lt;div&gt;And I know my side isn't even &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scratched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still felt it. That abrupt ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sadness of the contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know I wasn't the only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's nice that I don't have to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's nice that I can see the scratches and stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hurt parts. It's nice that they can see mine too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that for certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2615299589312585908?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2615299589312585908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2615299589312585908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2615299589312585908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2615299589312585908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7825741748692872905</id><published>2011-10-03T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:29:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As of late my life has been pretty hectic! Who knew the life of a stage manager was so crazy!!!! I've realized some things about myself in this whole process.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I never gave my previous stage managers enough credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I can't wait to get back ON stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love the theater even more than I knew....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show has tried my patience and my sanity, but I have come to love it. I'm ready for something new though. Something that challenges me in a new way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have the best friends in the world!!! I totes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; got surprised on Saturday by My Michael and The Sterling!!! Best surprise ever :) They mean the world to me and I'm so stoked they got to see the show! AND ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the best surprise was the Double Double burger from In-N-Out waiting on my doorstep as I got home.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food For thought....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/-VoU07mPrebw/TooNATOsuoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ErYesFV3TrE/s320/Its%2Bnot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659350180557535874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/8213160574336451709-7825741748692872905?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7825741748692872905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7825741748692872905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7825741748692872905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7825741748692872905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-of-late.html' title='As of late'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoU07mPrebw/TooNATOsuoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ErYesFV3TrE/s72-c/Its%2Bnot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-9003827544215617723</id><published>2011-09-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:08:32.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it'll be okay</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the cast list for Romeo and Juliet went up. Yesterday I walked to the theater and legit thought it was the longest walk of my life. Yesterday I found my name on that list, but not the part I wanted.&lt;div&gt;For a split second I thought that I had a chance to do something that was unexpected. (Which I don't think should be unexpected...) Yesterday I was super bitter, because in my mind, we had the chance to do something incredible. Something different. Yesterday I was feeling so mediocre. Incredible average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realized...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be okay. I got the part of the nurse. AND IT'S FANTASTIC! Today I'm stoked! Today I'm excited to start rehearsals. I'm excited for this cast, because I think everyone is gonna be so wonderful together.  Today it'll be okay. It's going to be a great production, and I'm so grateful for this opportunity. Thank you to all of you who congratulated me. I have the best friends and family a girl could ask for :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's rock it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-9003827544215617723?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/9003827544215617723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=9003827544215617723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9003827544215617723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/9003827544215617723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/09/maybe-itll-be-okay.html' title='Maybe it&apos;ll be okay'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7021960255930283227</id><published>2011-09-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:17:04.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>Being alone is hard.&lt;div&gt;Being somewhere new is harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making new friends is fun...ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having friends already here is heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing my peeps back home is harder than last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stronger than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough to keep me sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Lisha Michel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7021960255930283227?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7021960255930283227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7021960255930283227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And stayed the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's like I'm here by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Surrounded by family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's like my routine has suddenly changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But in a good way, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel ready, and nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel like crying because you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But smiling my heart out because I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;new things to get attached to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know you'll never get old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And nothing is ever new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;--Lisha Lynn Michel&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/8213160574336451709-3760700262507588950?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3760700262507588950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3760700262507588950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3760700262507588950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3760700262507588950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/08/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1485770939578026372</id><published>2011-08-05T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:50:37.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwZGKadnnl4/TjzjHoGXOrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eaTw7aHGa3g/s1600/z210766802.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-TwZGKadnnl4/TjzjHoGXOrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eaTw7aHGa3g/s320/z210766802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637630553723714226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I will be the first one to admit that more often than not, I forget how blessed I am. I get blue and think "Woe is me", when I have it pretty good. I have a job. I have amazing friends and family. I have food to eat. A warm bed to sleep in. I have enough technology to keep me entertained for hours on end. I have NOTHING to complain about. And yet, I do. &lt;div&gt;It will take time to change this mode of thinking, I know this. But I think we all need to remember reasons for being. For smiling. For being thankful. We all have reasons to feel lucky. To feel loved. To feel appreciative of everything we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1485770939578026372?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1485770939578026372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1485770939578026372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1485770939578026372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1485770939578026372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/08/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwZGKadnnl4/TjzjHoGXOrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eaTw7aHGa3g/s72-c/z210766802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8745413241870589959</id><published>2011-07-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:27:10.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-s_GqdOenM/TiZgQjhXwcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1YRhgEnq8NI/s1600/269637_10150326519460420_742745419_9891987_4777747_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-B-s_GqdOenM/TiZgQjhXwcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1YRhgEnq8NI/s320/269637_10150326519460420_742745419_9891987_4777747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631294221602767298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love when smiles are genuine. I love when people love you for you. I love when you find someone that you know you were meant to meet. I love when you can think of one word that might be associated with an inside joke you have with someone and you just burst out laughing no matter what you are doing. &lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Anthropology.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love that all of the sentences above apply to these people. They are some of the greatest friends I've ever had...and probably will have. And I know we're all going our separate ways, but somehow I know it will be okay. I hate that I'm getting teary just typing this...But I just wanted to let these people know how much they mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To My Michael: Thank you for teaching me how to be talented. That it's okay to just sit and think and be alone with my thoughts sometimes. Thank you for loving me and making me laugh. Thank you for being one of my very first friends in Price, America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Farrah: Thank you for teaching me that kindness is possible. You have one of the biggest hearts of anyone I know. Your compassion for others is truly an example to me. Thank you for that very first night in the penguin room. My life was forever changed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Grandpa Kelty: Thank your teaching me that sleep is important. Bahaha! Just kidding ;) Thank you for teaching me to be patient, and that wonderful things take time. Thank you for letting me see you just as you are. And thank you for thinking that I'm beautiful. All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Sterling: Thank you for teaching me that there is more than one way to do things. Thank you for teaching me that it's so important to have a passion for whatever I choose to do. You blow my mind!!! (Get a load of you! :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I am only me because of the wonderful examples I have in my life. I have the best friends/family anyone could ask for. I'm truly blessed. &lt;/span&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/8213160574336451709-8745413241870589959?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8745413241870589959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8745413241870589959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8745413241870589959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8745413241870589959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-people.html' title='These people'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-s_GqdOenM/TiZgQjhXwcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1YRhgEnq8NI/s72-c/269637_10150326519460420_742745419_9891987_4777747_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7564600242364909530</id><published>2011-07-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:48:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Life can be so stressful. And I know that is news to no one. But sometimes I feel like I get caught up in what other people want, and not what I want. Or I get lost in the task at hand that I feel like sometimes life is passing me by and I'm trying so hard to catch it. I'm not sure if that makes sense to anyone else but I got it.  &lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Anthropology.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As a new stylist in beauty school, they warn you that the first year you won't make any money. They tell you it will take at least 5 years to build a clientele. Basically only the strong survive in this industry. You have to be willing to put in the time and effort it takes to get what you want. So lately, I've been feeling really discouraged because I feel like I'm just sitting there. Waiting for my business to come to me. But over the past 2 weeks I have been busy!!! I hadn't noticed really and was talking to my boss about how lame I felt. She pulled up my spreadsheet showing how much I made and blah blah blah. She told me I was doing really well for just starting a month ago. I am steadily increasing and that's all that matters. Then she told me something that made me so happy. "And the girls really like you". What? Really? I don't know why but that stunned me. People that have been in this industry almost half my life look at me and like me. I felt so good!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So maybe I really am where I am supposed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In other news, my best friend Arryn has moved. And I'm a saddy. Granted, it's just to West Jordan but still. No more random sleepovers, no more late late late taco bell runs, no more "hey wanna come over" on a moments notice. I've never had a friend like Arryn. She really is my other half and the jelly to my peanut butter. I guess I'll just take this time to say Arryn I love you. And I know that you'll be the best adult ever! But come back for sunday dinners every once in awhile okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;x0x0x, Lisha&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/8213160574336451709-7564600242364909530?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7564600242364909530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7564600242364909530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7564600242364909530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7564600242364909530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-breathing.html' title='Still Breathing'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6107243336469352288</id><published>2011-06-29T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:09:30.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So lately I've been writing poems, monologues, and other silly things. But there has not really been an update in the Life of Lisha :) Where to start?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Maybe my new job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm the newest Stylist at&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mesalonandfashion.net/"&gt;Me Salon and Fashion!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's so fun and the girls I work with are so talented. I'm having a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DTTiUd5Rkk/TgwcNAIzRQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gh9kGR6QRnY/s1600/25437_107963572565894_107961825899402_155660_8245358_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DTTiUd5Rkk/TgwcNAIzRQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gh9kGR6QRnY/s320/25437_107963572565894_107961825899402_155660_8245358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623901044379698434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oooh! Or maybe my new haircut! I needed a change, and this was just the remedy :) Just short and sassy enough for summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsIFhsE9c4E/TgwcNKSBKNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KmG4LBXJCxA/s1600/268809_10150295450595420_742745419_9643321_1783357_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsIFhsE9c4E/TgwcNKSBKNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KmG4LBXJCxA/s320/268809_10150295450595420_742745419_9643321_1783357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623901047102712018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But I'm pretty sure that I saved the best for last :) Probably my favorite New thing.  He's smart, hilarious, and a hottie! That ladies and gents is what they call the whole package! I couldn't be more happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEDeT8IARX4/TgwcM95ah8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/b2dlVWvAX1Q/s320/230698_10150260227530420_742745419_9292271_7205883_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623901043778291650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8213160574336451709-6107243336469352288?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6107243336469352288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6107243336469352288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6107243336469352288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6107243336469352288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DTTiUd5Rkk/TgwcNAIzRQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gh9kGR6QRnY/s72-c/25437_107963572565894_107961825899402_155660_8245358_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7030057783283876680</id><published>2011-06-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:46:12.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue (One of many I'm sure)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you ever have one of those days where you feel...Invincible? Like you could fly if you wanted? Or move a mountain with you bare hands? I kind of feel like that whenever I'm with you. You make me strong. And determined. And brave. I really can't explain it. And I kind of don't want to, for fear that it won't be as special anymore. Is that weird? It probably is. But that's another thing about you. YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! In fact you embrace my insecurities. You tell me "You wouldn't be you, if you didn't have imperfections." And all of this is so eternally backwards to me because all I want to be is perfect for you. People tell me all of the time that perfection isn't real. People on tv screaming at me that it won't ever happen. Or pictures in magazines illustrating to me that I'm never enough. And yet here you are telling me that my imperfections are just that. PERFECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When did I get so obsessed with being perfect? Perfect....pERFect. perf---ect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably the day I dropped my sunglassses. And looked up and saw the most perfect boy I have ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perfect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7030057783283876680?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7030057783283876680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7030057783283876680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7030057783283876680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7030057783283876680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/monologue-one-of-many-im-sure.html' title='Monologue (One of many I&apos;m sure)'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2427116263457914515</id><published>2011-06-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:26:59.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect (Tanka)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a weird feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To know that you are perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To look and see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To realize you're all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to not know why it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2427116263457914515?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2427116263457914515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2427116263457914515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2427116263457914515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2427116263457914515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect.html' title='Perfect (Tanka)'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8478165709686577082</id><published>2011-06-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:31:43.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I've heard alot in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You only get one first impression. People may not like what they see. You have a really pretty face but... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and you know what? I do only get one first impression. But who am I to say that they won't like what they see? The whole purpose of this blog is to make people see how beautiful they are. How wanted they are. How AMAZING they are no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have heard so many good things about the show THE VOICE. It's a show where these people audition to be the next big thing in music. The only catch is...the judges/coaches have their backs turned while the auditioners sing. They can only turn when they have decided what they're hearing is what they want on their team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amazing!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously?! How cool is that? These people are judged on their talent and ONLY their talent!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The funny thing is, at the end they all turn around and some of the coaches regret not pressing the button once they see the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How much do we as people depend on the outward appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why is one better than the other? Why can't we appreciate what we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I learned a while ago that when we compare ourselves to another person, we're often comparing our worst quality with their best one. So of course we'll never measure up. I guess with all of these abstract thoughts I'm trying to say, give people a chance. Give yourself a chance. Because you deserve to be loved. To be wanted. To feel sexy. To have a someone think you're beautiful. Because when that happens....it's one of the best feelings in the world ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8478165709686577082?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8478165709686577082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8478165709686577082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8478165709686577082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8478165709686577082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3735513767118124334</id><published>2011-06-14T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:23:46.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Farrah</title><content type='html'>Facebook isn't the only thing that I can forget to log out of and can possibly get sabatoged by my friends. Pretty much my friend Farrah is a little crazy and just couldn't pass up the opportunity to remind me how awesome she is! And how much she loves me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617987975366687570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmcFK0FFp5A/TfcaTFglu1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/dj-3Kqbx_eI/s320/208189_1914873202402_1559100032_32026895_2631065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3735513767118124334?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3735513767118124334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3735513767118124334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3735513767118124334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3735513767118124334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-farrah.html' title='I love Farrah'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmcFK0FFp5A/TfcaTFglu1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/dj-3Kqbx_eI/s72-c/208189_1914873202402_1559100032_32026895_2631065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6637482849376959463</id><published>2011-06-11T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:45:20.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maybe it's the way you say my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or how you look at me when you say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maybe it's the butterflies I get when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Either way, I can't wipe this smile off my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's contagious and beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and it won't go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't really want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;--Lisha Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6637482849376959463?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6637482849376959463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6637482849376959463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6637482849376959463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6637482849376959463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-stop-smiling.html' title='Can&apos;t stop smiling'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4938154859700807769</id><published>2011-06-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:18:27.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue</title><content type='html'>And just because I look like I'm sleeping doesn't mean that I really am. I like to feel your heart on my heart. Your hands in my hands. The way your eyes flutter because you're not really asleep either. We're both aware of each other. Aware that another day has gone by, and while we're kind of sad that a day ended, I'm kind of excited because I get to start another adventure with you tomorrow. An adventure that I know nothing about yet. I'll learn something new about you because I want to pay attention to every move you make and take mental photographs so I don't forget anything. Not one freckle on your shoulder, or one laugh that you laugh. I hope I never forget. Never ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4938154859700807769?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4938154859700807769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4938154859700807769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4938154859700807769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4938154859700807769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/06/monologue.html' title='Monologue'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2972952342635879254</id><published>2011-05-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:35:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FaHoOm9yCQ/TdsLSj9BbyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iVWZlD9LRDE/s1600/mickey_minnie_disneyland_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610090174336823074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FaHoOm9yCQ/TdsLSj9BbyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iVWZlD9LRDE/s320/mickey_minnie_disneyland_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something I could never get tired of doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&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/8213160574336451709-2972952342635879254?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2972952342635879254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2972952342635879254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2972952342635879254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2972952342635879254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FaHoOm9yCQ/TdsLSj9BbyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iVWZlD9LRDE/s72-c/mickey_minnie_disneyland_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-895543653798963172</id><published>2011-05-19T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:05:09.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My biggest pet peeve. That's easy. Lying. I think lying is the one thing that can break a relationship with me. And it has. So I don't take it lightly. I'd much rather be hurt with the truth for a minute, then be lied to for a long time. And I don't mind saying that. I try to be an honest person all of the time, and I expect the same in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another thing that bugs....STUPID PEOPLE. People who have no idea what's going on. OR the people who just talk to hear themselves talk. Those people irritate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, people who bring up the Royal wedding, just to talk about the Royal Wedding. Honestly ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-895543653798963172?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/895543653798963172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=895543653798963172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/895543653798963172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/895543653798963172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3238641227321535043</id><published>2011-05-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:20:01.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>This is seriously my least favorite question! I have tons of favorite movies. SO it's super hard for me to pick just one. But these are some right now that come to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvczzDJc9bA/TdQ3pkJwwbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lwj0lDDJ3Ko/s1600/51f37XkxZDL__SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608168623201894834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvczzDJc9bA/TdQ3pkJwwbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lwj0lDDJ3Ko/s320/51f37XkxZDL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFx7ZCgHcbw/TdQ3pwtNkrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KDGsS2GVYW8/s1600/220px-Prizewinnerohioposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608168626571809458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFx7ZCgHcbw/TdQ3pwtNkrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KDGsS2GVYW8/s320/220px-Prizewinnerohioposter1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMmYG3ql6jA/TdQ3pnVKB6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/cqsrsG3tyug/s1600/51VC9xBZmWL__SX500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608168624054994850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMmYG3ql6jA/TdQ3pnVKB6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/cqsrsG3tyug/s320/51VC9xBZmWL__SX500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3238641227321535043?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3238641227321535043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3238641227321535043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3238641227321535043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3238641227321535043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvczzDJc9bA/TdQ3pkJwwbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lwj0lDDJ3Ko/s72-c/51f37XkxZDL__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6567246083525332739</id><published>2011-05-16T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:53:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcvBv2Dk17I/TdIMK7jfa2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltkd5LQVLag/s1600/IMGP5329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607557867954465634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcvBv2Dk17I/TdIMK7jfa2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltkd5LQVLag/s320/IMGP5329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SXenBKJMBs/TdIMKbMElkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EnQqQ8DYvA4/s1600/24200_378063711595_574176595_4297735_2317376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607557859266303554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SXenBKJMBs/TdIMKbMElkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EnQqQ8DYvA4/s320/24200_378063711595_574176595_4297735_2317376_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the picture on the top is probably my most recent picture, and the one on the bottom was last year at DisneyLand. Alot in my life has changed for sure. But I don't know if my appearance has....I guess you can be the judge. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8213160574336451709-6567246083525332739?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6567246083525332739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6567246083525332739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6567246083525332739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6567246083525332739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcvBv2Dk17I/TdIMK7jfa2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltkd5LQVLag/s72-c/IMGP5329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1521353015942176015</id><published>2011-05-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:26:16.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ohqy1GGZcw/Tc_-RP3SPZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIuIMyjgxgo/s1600/netflix-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606979633369202066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ohqy1GGZcw/Tc_-RP3SPZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIuIMyjgxgo/s320/netflix-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most recent entertainment? That would hands down go ot a loverly invention called netflix! It's brilliant. Endless movies that I can watch from my bed. That's one of my favorite things. Dinner and a movie in bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1521353015942176015?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1521353015942176015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1521353015942176015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1521353015942176015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1521353015942176015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ohqy1GGZcw/Tc_-RP3SPZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIuIMyjgxgo/s72-c/netflix-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2475514678926484023</id><published>2011-05-13T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:09:01.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a perhaps monologue one day</title><content type='html'>And you know I feel the same way. I feel oddly connected to you. And I don't mean like that my wrist is connected to your kneecap, I mean that I feel like I've known you for a long time. And you feel like home. And happiness. And good things. And I'm wondering why you weren't in my life sooner. Or even why you're here now. Why I deserve you. And then I remember it's because God loves me. He loves us. Everyone. And he brought us together to recognize the good and to fix the bad. I feel like our sames are the thing that unites us. And are differents are really just sames in disguise. Because I believe that under all the stuff that makes us....us, we're alot more similar than we realize. We're never alone. But I know that I feel so alone sometimes. And then I see a text from you, or a someone else and I realize. I am never alone. Or at night when it's just perfect un-jacket weather and I'm standing outside alone, I look up. And God is there again. And so are those stars that we named each other after. Then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2475514678926484023?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2475514678926484023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2475514678926484023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2475514678926484023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2475514678926484023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/perhaps-monologue-one-day.html' title='a perhaps monologue one day'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2453051219572468013</id><published>2011-05-12T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:53:28.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYD9gHMGeBw/Tcw-uYh_y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ypijnD0JcUw/s1600/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605924602749373282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYD9gHMGeBw/Tcw-uYh_y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ypijnD0JcUw/s320/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 24 I'm almost done!!! Today is a photo of something that means alot to you. And while I was racking (Wracking?) my brain to all of the millions of things that are important to me, I realized one thing that I couldn't live without. And that is my friends. My best friends. Those people that talk to me just to talk to me. Who love me because I am Lisha. I'm irreplaceable. Being a yellow personality (Read the color code!) I tend to make "Best" friends easily. I like to be close to people. And I do that. I'm also one of those people that if we don't talk for awhile, but come in contact again, We tend to pick up right where we left off. And that works for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly have some of the best friends a girl could ask for. I thank my Heavenly Father for each of you every day. And I hope I know who you are (because there are alot of you) :). I hope you know that because of who you are, I am who I am today. And I love you for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2453051219572468013?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2453051219572468013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2453051219572468013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2453051219572468013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2453051219572468013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYD9gHMGeBw/Tcw-uYh_y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ypijnD0JcUw/s72-c/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6642729703723814573</id><published>2011-05-11T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:31:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dream house. I think my perfect house would be anywhere that my perfect someone and I live. And I say that in all honesty, as cliche as it probably sounds. My perfect house is a home. A place where I feel safe, and my children will fill safe as well. A place they can come to escape the world. I think a house on the beach could be fun, or huge loft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my secret wish is that I have a house like this...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605574247575774258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfkci6Z9-UY/TcsAFBzU5DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1y-5kC6LORc/s320/house%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6642729703723814573?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6642729703723814573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6642729703723814573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6642729703723814573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6642729703723814573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfkci6Z9-UY/TcsAFBzU5DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1y-5kC6LORc/s72-c/house%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8022409647793450192</id><published>2011-05-09T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:13:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>This is so hard!!! Today is my favorite trip I've been on. I love to travel and seriously have been doing it since I was like 5 (Or earlier). I love everything about it. Exploring new places, eating new food, and spending time with family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604919769036145682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jQWx8oDLno/Tcis1XP2xBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NosEJAFvpdQ/s320/IMGP4924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going Canada. It's seriously one of the places that I feel the most home at. I love the smells, the food, and the people I consider family there. Just talking about it is making me a little homesick. So that's probably my favorite...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and going to DisneyLand is always a treat too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604919768926114706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tOSWnWdgNE/Tcis1W1n05I/AAAAAAAAAG0/JU0A7kW6HEk/s320/24200_378063676595_574176595_4297729_8112572_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8022409647793450192?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8022409647793450192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8022409647793450192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8022409647793450192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8022409647793450192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jQWx8oDLno/Tcis1XP2xBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NosEJAFvpdQ/s72-c/IMGP4924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-436877524558641054</id><published>2011-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:17:45.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbm6F34gJ8k/TcMhVmy-R8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9oeP7Gt83Og/s1600/The_Beach_Wallpaper_by_nxxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603359016454342594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbm6F34gJ8k/TcMhVmy-R8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9oeP7Gt83Og/s320/The_Beach_Wallpaper_by_nxxo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So day 21 is something that makes you happy. And if anything in this world made this girl happy it would be a day at the beach. There's nothing better than a day in the sun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-436877524558641054?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/436877524558641054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=436877524558641054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/436877524558641054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/436877524558641054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbm6F34gJ8k/TcMhVmy-R8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9oeP7Gt83Og/s72-c/The_Beach_Wallpaper_by_nxxo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5413720428995336609</id><published>2011-05-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:18:58.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>The meaning behind my blog name isn't some profound inside joke or even a big deal really. I'm a big girl. And I'm beautiful. I know I am. So I thought my blog should reflect the way I see myself. The way everyone should be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Special. Unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that clears up my blog name. Not that it was that hard to figure out huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYocKillbxE/Tb8RW9AAh4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F7QO9HVAMkM/s1600/IMGP5328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602215547501578114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYocKillbxE/Tb8RW9AAh4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F7QO9HVAMkM/s320/IMGP5328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5413720428995336609?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5413720428995336609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5413720428995336609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5413720428995336609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5413720428995336609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYocKillbxE/Tb8RW9AAh4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F7QO9HVAMkM/s72-c/IMGP5328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1041299045091456149</id><published>2011-05-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:22:45.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another picture of myself. Really? Do you want an explanation or anything? No....Okay here you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601876595731666466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNF-XDjxf0Y/Tb3dFXQpFiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fdqARlcanI8/s320/15134_228331335419_742745419_4744493_1201019_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1041299045091456149?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1041299045091456149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1041299045091456149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1041299045091456149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1041299045091456149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNF-XDjxf0Y/Tb3dFXQpFiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fdqARlcanI8/s72-c/15134_228331335419_742745419_4744493_1201019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4161599338450949740</id><published>2011-04-29T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:04:03.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63WfGAH5qeo/TbtR3CcqLYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gsmcftEWUd0/s1600/Jamba-Juice-Lynnwood-WA-4088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601160567557074306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63WfGAH5qeo/TbtR3CcqLYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gsmcftEWUd0/s320/Jamba-Juice-Lynnwood-WA-4088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are my friend, have hung around me for a day, or looked in my general direction you have probably heard my say "I want a Jamba" It's so true though. I Could have one everyday and not get sick of it. This is the picture of the Jamba Juice in Downtown Disney. There is nothing on this planet that can compare to walking in DisneyLand with a Jamba Juice in hand. It is what perfection feels like :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4161599338450949740?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4161599338450949740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4161599338450949740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4161599338450949740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4161599338450949740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63WfGAH5qeo/TbtR3CcqLYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gsmcftEWUd0/s72-c/Jamba-Juice-Lynnwood-WA-4088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5012425057047340632</id><published>2011-04-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:38:35.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-059ewNgGGuc/Tboh46m3E6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NAd1iHNI61k/s1600/3%2Bbabies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600826348277273506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-059ewNgGGuc/Tboh46m3E6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NAd1iHNI61k/s320/3%2Bbabies.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 17. I should be so much farther along in this! I'm a slacker :) So it's the day that I get to talk about my amazing family. We've been through alot. And we're definately stronger for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is definately unique. We are a blended family. (That always makes me think of a smoothie, and I don't know why haha) But I am 20 years old and I have a 5 year old sister and a 2 year old brother. It's the funnest and strangest thing ever. I always wanted siblings....and then I finally got some! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1laN8-Pa_aM/Tboi5H5prPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nfSNzX9EZiY/s1600/mommy%2Band%2Bme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600827451357375730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1laN8-Pa_aM/Tboi5H5prPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nfSNzX9EZiY/s320/mommy%2Band%2Bme.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and the mother. She is my rock and my biggest fan. I love her so much for the woman that she showed me how to be. For the mother that I want to be someday. We have definately had our fair share of challenges, but if she's taught me one thing, it's to trust that Heavenly Father will be there for us in our time of need. She's such a woman of faith and I'm so glad we have each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWc7qEZxGpY/TbojzEmNSSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_5waC1YiqA8/s1600/Dad%2Band%2BMom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600828446902929698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWc7qEZxGpY/TbojzEmNSSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_5waC1YiqA8/s320/Dad%2Band%2BMom.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my amazing parents. They got married when I was 12. It's so weird to think that Gary has not been in my life for longer. He's the best dad anyone could ask for. And I'm so glad that I get to be his daughter. He has been a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to laugh my guts out with. I couldn't ask for a better example in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family may not be perfect, but I know they are there for me forever. And I love knowing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8213160574336451709-5012425057047340632?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5012425057047340632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5012425057047340632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5012425057047340632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5012425057047340632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-059ewNgGGuc/Tboh46m3E6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NAd1iHNI61k/s72-c/3%2Bbabies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-59336755652798007</id><published>2011-04-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:55:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFQYlCeYts/TbbqzM2vwQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eDF_fs3pWGk/s1600/Channing.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity crush! Oh boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tend to think that this person is super attactive in whatever he is in. Or whatever he wears. Actually, he could probably get away with wearing a garbage bag and look lovely. And that's okay. He is married. (Shoot.) Not that I really had a chance anyway.....it's just nice to dream, yeah? And he is REALLY nice to look at ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFQYlCeYts/TbbqzM2vwQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eDF_fs3pWGk/s1600/Channing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599921352026865922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFQYlCeYts/TbbqzM2vwQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eDF_fs3pWGk/s320/Channing.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-59336755652798007?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/59336755652798007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=59336755652798007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/59336755652798007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/59336755652798007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFQYlCeYts/TbbqzM2vwQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eDF_fs3pWGk/s72-c/Channing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7683006041070784539</id><published>2011-04-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days</title><content type='html'>In a hundred days I've&lt;br /&gt;learned your name.&lt;br /&gt;What you want,&lt;br /&gt;Who you want,&lt;br /&gt;What your hands feel like.&lt;br /&gt;What your breath on me feels like.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned what the word friend means.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a new video game trick.&lt;br /&gt;Or five.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that love isn't just a word people say when they don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's real.&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned that from you.&lt;br /&gt;I want a hundred more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7683006041070784539?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7683006041070784539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7683006041070784539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7683006041070784539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7683006041070784539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/100-days.html' title='100 Days'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6057537698584378521</id><published>2011-04-18T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:23:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlfkAu6Lexg/TaxzkfXcahI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NgNdKNb3XcA/s1600/boy-meets-world-season-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596975507646999058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlfkAu6Lexg/TaxzkfXcahI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NgNdKNb3XcA/s320/boy-meets-world-season-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hey I'm halfway finished with my blog challenge! I know I've been slackin, but it seems like everything is coming at me fullspeed and I can't breathe.... So today is my favorite childhood show. I was never much of a cartoon watcher as a child. When my mom needed something to entertain me while she showered she put me in front of Regis and Kathy Lee or Oprah. I remember hearing the "Who's the Boss?" theme music and running from anyhere I was to sit in front of the T.V. But my all time favorite show as a kid was "Boy Meets World". I rememeber watching reruns all week and then on Fridays the new ones were on. I honestly don't know why I was so captivated by this one show...but I was. And still am :) xoxox, Lisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6057537698584378521?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6057537698584378521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6057537698584378521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6057537698584378521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6057537698584378521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlfkAu6Lexg/TaxzkfXcahI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NgNdKNb3XcA/s72-c/boy-meets-world-season-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4084981747619613794</id><published>2011-04-15T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:05:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not really a suprise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9dZIvJ2f9k/TaiWvKY-XkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BTahsbCIvyE/s1600/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595888273994964546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9dZIvJ2f9k/TaiWvKY-XkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BTahsbCIvyE/s320/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a gLeek.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....K bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4084981747619613794?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4084981747619613794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4084981747619613794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4084981747619613794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4084981747619613794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9dZIvJ2f9k/TaiWvKY-XkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BTahsbCIvyE/s72-c/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5016105306379197857</id><published>2011-04-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:23:18.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reason....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are my sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are my daily routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are my reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5016105306379197857?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5016105306379197857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5016105306379197857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5016105306379197857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5016105306379197857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-reason.html' title='My Reason....'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6114318810229758414</id><published>2011-04-11T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:53:39.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6xfFt8QnwI/TaNOHw2CG-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BcRGN_LRZcE/s1600/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594401057401871330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6xfFt8QnwI/TaNOHw2CG-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BcRGN_LRZcE/s320/makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hobbies. Things I like to do. I have the normal answers. Watch Movies. Hang with Friends. Go out to dinner. But what I really LOVE LOVE LOVE to do is make people beautiful. Scratch that. Make people FEEL beautiful. I love makeup and hair and glitter and lip gloss. But to me beauty doesn't equal perfection. It's all of the little imperfections that I find intriguing and I always have. I remember thinking as a little kid that freckles were so cool. And that I would give anything to have green eyes because my brown ones were not cutting it! Then I realized I had to own these traits about myself. Make them mine. Because I want to be proud to be me. Love the person I see in the mirror. And I do. And you should too. You deserve that. You owe that to yourself. I think everyone does. And I'm not saying that I don't have bad "I'm fat let me eat a cupcake....or 3" days because Heaven knows that I do. But I don't let that stop me from being fearless. Fearless to walk out the door and love my body. Love my hair. Love my hips. And my ankles. ( OH MY ANKLES!) xoxox, Lisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6114318810229758414?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6114318810229758414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6114318810229758414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6114318810229758414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6114318810229758414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6xfFt8QnwI/TaNOHw2CG-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BcRGN_LRZcE/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6265244474978232829</id><published>2011-04-10T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:53:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>Day 12- A picture of the town you live in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCtynU9ziw/TaIz_AqYtkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/w8WxCakKDAM/s1600/840027f14a725c20439969d2b0d4_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594090844750132802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCtynU9ziw/TaIz_AqYtkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/w8WxCakKDAM/s320/840027f14a725c20439969d2b0d4_grande.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So when I'm not living in Price, America for school, my family and I live in Clearfield, Utah. I love it here. It's not to big, and not to small and there is a 24 hr walmart about 3 minutes from me :) This is a photo of the Municipal building on Main Street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6265244474978232829?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6265244474978232829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6265244474978232829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6265244474978232829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6265244474978232829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCtynU9ziw/TaIz_AqYtkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/w8WxCakKDAM/s72-c/840027f14a725c20439969d2b0d4_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5167629912561534287</id><published>2011-04-09T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:09:19.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFC0LHjHRXo/TaAT-BPJhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/prButvQ3NW8/s1600/9233_163004560419_742745419_4097175_7111402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 11 is a picture from High School. For the most part high school was just ok. I regret wasting time for sure. Wasting time not being sure of myself. Wasting time getting to know people. Wasting time thinking that those were the real them. Wasting time not realizing there was more to the world around me. I still am not 100% sure of myself but I know I love me. Getting to know people is still not my favorite thing, but I'm getting better. Fake people still bother me. I still know there is more to explore around me. I can't wait for the adventures that await me. I just hope they don't leave without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFC0LHjHRXo/TaAT-BPJhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/prButvQ3NW8/s1600/9233_163004560419_742745419_4097175_7111402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593492693398947202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFC0LHjHRXo/TaAT-BPJhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/prButvQ3NW8/s320/9233_163004560419_742745419_4097175_7111402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5167629912561534287?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5167629912561534287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5167629912561534287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5167629912561534287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5167629912561534287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFC0LHjHRXo/TaAT-BPJhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/prButvQ3NW8/s72-c/9233_163004560419_742745419_4097175_7111402_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6523222226450187493</id><published>2011-04-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:26:31.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am the worst at this whole "blog everyday" thing. But I'm trying. Life just gets in the way. So today is day 10 Your favorite place to eat. I LOVE MIMI'S CAFE! It's delicious. I mostly get to eat there for special occasions. Mostly for my birthday. But that just gets me sad because I won't be able to this year :/ But if I were home, that's where I would tell my mom I would want to go. I also had my high school graduation there. I love going out to dinner....mostly because when I go with my mom we almost always get dessert. Because why else would you go out to dinner? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ha-cBpJJT0/TZo3UCGtUuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SSBYo2FdowE/s1600/Mimi%2527s%2BCafe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591842704635810530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ha-cBpJJT0/TZo3UCGtUuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SSBYo2FdowE/s320/Mimi%2527s%2BCafe.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6523222226450187493?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6523222226450187493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6523222226450187493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6523222226450187493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6523222226450187493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ha-cBpJJT0/TZo3UCGtUuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SSBYo2FdowE/s72-c/Mimi%2527s%2BCafe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5202374144482886413</id><published>2011-03-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:13:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I've fallen off the blogging wagon! I have been so busy lately, that a minute to myself is rare. So with these FEW minutes to myself I will continue my blog challenge :) Day 9- Something you are proud of. This is a hard one for me because I can think of a few things in particular. My proudest one would probably be graduating Beauty School! It took me almost exactly a year. I pushed myself so hard (Maybe too hard at times) and accomplished something major. I took my state tests and passed with flying colors. It was exciting and scary all at once. Definately something I'll never forget. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qeZYzKHHRY/TZIEwRwIzwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IKs5v99ohkE/s1600/IMGP4814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589535314965745410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qeZYzKHHRY/TZIEwRwIzwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IKs5v99ohkE/s320/IMGP4814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5202374144482886413?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5202374144482886413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5202374144482886413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5202374144482886413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5202374144482886413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qeZYzKHHRY/TZIEwRwIzwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IKs5v99ohkE/s72-c/IMGP4814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6247646392519488127</id><published>2011-03-24T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:19:15.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 Long Layers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 8  A song that describes your mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I've been dreading this post and I don't even know why! Everytime I try to do it, I can't think of anything! So the song I chose today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;    Pocket full of Sunshine--Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I loved this song to begin with, but it's one of my favorites because of  Easy A! Hahaha such a funny show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6247646392519488127?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6247646392519488127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6247646392519488127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6247646392519488127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6247646392519488127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-long-layers.html' title='Day 8 Long Layers'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7030528524245107004</id><published>2011-03-22T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:03:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7  An Updo...Of the wedding variety</title><content type='html'>So you would think that this post is every girls dream. A picture of you dream wedding. But honestly, when I think of my dream wedding I get a little overwhelmed. I think about all the things that I like, and all the things I love. And all of things I want incorporated into my special day. So my poor future hubsand (Yes I meant to do that) who is out there somewhere, will just have to have patience. Lots and lots of patience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zUgT58uVlk/TYk28wXdcPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ERk9UcRwgKg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587057230133162226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zUgT58uVlk/TYk28wXdcPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ERk9UcRwgKg/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySBEAd4oK_0/TYk28w7kKqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kRdJuBG2Wqk/s1600/imagesCA95PDUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587057230284597922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySBEAd4oK_0/TYk28w7kKqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kRdJuBG2Wqk/s320/imagesCA95PDUE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So I love the colors on the cake...but I Want cupcakes! So a mix between the two would be perfect...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyLBhN0vHA/TYk29Bz7rCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AWHZnjUoF4M/s1600/tahitian-black-cultured-pearl-diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587057234815986722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyLBhN0vHA/TYk29Bz7rCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AWHZnjUoF4M/s320/tahitian-black-cultured-pearl-diamonds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a secret love of Pearls. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySBEAd4oK_0/TYk28w7kKqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kRdJuBG2Wqk/s1600/imagesCA95PDUE.jpg"&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39uEyQzU7xA/TYk29TUwOiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xM5KfvRXX_I/s1600/126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587057239517051426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39uEyQzU7xA/TYk29TUwOiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xM5KfvRXX_I/s320/126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to wear Sparkly Converse under a huge dress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when it comes down to it, I guess it doesn't really matter what's at my wedding...as long as it's here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IPooVH6jVg/TYk29icx4-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/C4-sfgWtkXo/s1600/il_570xN_145192171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587057243577246690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IPooVH6jVg/TYk29icx4-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/C4-sfgWtkXo/s320/il_570xN_145192171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zUgT58uVlk/TYk28wXdcPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ERk9UcRwgKg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Every &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt; deserves to get married in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, Lisha&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/8213160574336451709-7030528524245107004?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7030528524245107004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7030528524245107004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7030528524245107004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7030528524245107004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-updoof-wedding-variety.html' title='Day 7  An Updo...Of the wedding variety'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zUgT58uVlk/TYk28wXdcPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ERk9UcRwgKg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7455399233879136355</id><published>2011-03-21T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:05:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 The Crew Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP2MAb5QECs/TYe9kHNBHbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aWq1yhy1XBc/s1600/white-siberian-tiger-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586642290882977202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP2MAb5QECs/TYe9kHNBHbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aWq1yhy1XBc/s320/white-siberian-tiger-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my choice is a White Siberian Tiger :) Aren't they just the cutest!!! I think they are beauty! And striking. And all tigery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that this would ever happen, but I will forever think that it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; happen maybe one day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the haircut for today is the Crew Cut. Because I think a man is pretty darn sexy with a Crew Cut ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7455399233879136355?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7455399233879136355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7455399233879136355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7455399233879136355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7455399233879136355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-crew-cut.html' title='Day 6 The Crew Cut'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP2MAb5QECs/TYe9kHNBHbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aWq1yhy1XBc/s72-c/white-siberian-tiger-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-7000808537471717299</id><published>2011-03-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:24:51.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5  The A line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMnvf5bS9AI/TYZv7rcILsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-W1lFefuHIg/s1600/lisha%2B2%2Byears%2Bago.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So today is Day 5- A picture of yourself two years ago. I don't really know how I feel about this! It's so weird to think that 2 years ago, my life was different. Like drastically. I didn't know about anyone's sexuality. Or that finding out about other people's sexuality could change my life so much. I didn't think that life could get any better. I didn't know who I would meet that would change my life. I didn't realize that high school wasn't everything. I didn't know that I was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I still don't have all the answers and I still don't know how my life is going to turn out. But I finally figured out that I was beautiful. And that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxoxo, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMnvf5bS9AI/TYZv7rcILsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-W1lFefuHIg/s1600/lisha%2B2%2Byears%2Bago.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586275458863345346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMnvf5bS9AI/TYZv7rcILsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-W1lFefuHIg/s320/lisha%2B2%2Byears%2Bago.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; P.S. I chose the A line because that's what haircut I have in this picture :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-7000808537471717299?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/7000808537471717299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=7000808537471717299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7000808537471717299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/7000808537471717299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-a-line.html' title='Day 5  The A line'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMnvf5bS9AI/TYZv7rcILsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-W1lFefuHIg/s72-c/lisha%2B2%2Byears%2Bago.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4536661888897100288</id><published>2011-03-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:46:30.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 The Pixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYWKDP7C39M/TYVYiKCRotI/AAAAAAAAADs/BzSf5ZvpWgc/s1600/pixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585968256655663826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYWKDP7C39M/TYVYiKCRotI/AAAAAAAAADs/BzSf5ZvpWgc/s320/pixie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I chose the Pixie because it's on of my favorite haircuts ever! And I'm talking about my favorite people....so it just works :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay So today is the day of Best Friends! I have so many! Here we go!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0uaT4lXmKM/TYVT7fFOkgI/AAAAAAAAADE/WgsYtPGFc94/s1600/IMGP4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acp-JmpJP4c/TYVYiS6NiUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ofiB16h-a1g/s1600/Farrah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585968259037759810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acp-JmpJP4c/TYVYiS6NiUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ofiB16h-a1g/s320/Farrah.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is my Farrah. She's so wonderful. I can tell her everything :) And was one of my first friends here in Price. I love her to pieces. And not just because she has a penguin guest room either....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4gec4QY33Q/TYVYiHSr9ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/bOYu4-PXRrc/s1600/IMGP5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585968255919191442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4gec4QY33Q/TYVYiHSr9ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/bOYu4-PXRrc/s320/IMGP5321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my Scottothon! Scotty would write a paper for anyone! We write them all of the time. He's one of the most interesting people I know, with a really big heart. And I can make him laugh. :) Which makes for some fun nights here in Price, America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMadk7dBOMI/TYVQ3lXrF-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U1duTvQUYXw/s1600/IMGP4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585959828677400546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMadk7dBOMI/TYVQ3lXrF-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U1duTvQUYXw/s320/IMGP4046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my Arryn. She's like my other half and I love her more than life!!!! We're such good friends that she even finishes my....(Right now she's saying sentences)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3wA42iTS28/TYVSCSqXoBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZPbtyFCU0OE/s1600/IMGP5312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585961112145731602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3wA42iTS28/TYVSCSqXoBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZPbtyFCU0OE/s320/IMGP5312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is My Michael. He's pretty much the bomb.com and I love him with all of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0uaT4lXmKM/TYVT7fFOkgI/AAAAAAAAADE/WgsYtPGFc94/s1600/IMGP4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585963194243781122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0uaT4lXmKM/TYVT7fFOkgI/AAAAAAAAADE/WgsYtPGFc94/s320/IMGP4808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my Taylor and Austin. They are amazing. I love them so much! And they love me...which makes it a pretty sweet deal :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNKUPiIoPw/TYVWX76zuUI/AAAAAAAAADU/5kJX7eToHuI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585965882044299586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNKUPiIoPw/TYVWX76zuUI/AAAAAAAAADU/5kJX7eToHuI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So this is My Sterling. He's pretty much talented beyond belief. I love him so much. Especially when we just burst out laughing for no reason :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjDMrxP8zDA/TYVWXm-_6JI/AAAAAAAAADM/dSeraRflofg/s1600/Kelton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585965876424730770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjDMrxP8zDA/TYVWXm-_6JI/AAAAAAAAADM/dSeraRflofg/s320/Kelton.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last but not least, this is My Kelty. To say he's amazing would be an understatement. Grandpa is the kind of guy that would do anything for anyone. I'm so glad we're friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4536661888897100288?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4536661888897100288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4536661888897100288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4536661888897100288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4536661888897100288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-pixie.html' title='Day 4 The Pixie'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYWKDP7C39M/TYVYiKCRotI/AAAAAAAAADs/BzSf5ZvpWgc/s72-c/pixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-352710373976951425</id><published>2011-03-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:22:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3- The Rachel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9JtYbmKR-U/TYOw6EtrGbI/AAAAAAAAACs/OZtQHK0bBbM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585502474613758386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9JtYbmKR-U/TYOw6EtrGbI/AAAAAAAAACs/OZtQHK0bBbM/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so my perfect first date? So many options.... Let's we catch the Red Eye to Paris. Have a little appetizer at a French bistro, go to a Paris McDonalds, and for dessert? Of course some Creme Brulee at the Eiffel Tower! (Spell check?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they said perfect right? :) My idea of perfect is probably different from other people's. I love all the the little things. My door opened, when he knows my drink order, when he holds my hand just because. I love a good conversation. I don't care if it's over a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich on a picnic in the rain as long as I'm having a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or ya know what? It's even all the little things that go WRONG! Like when we get lost or the night just doesn't go as planned. As long as we're together....I could care less what we are doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So about the hair cut mentioned....it's The Rachel! Jennifer Anniston had it for awhile on Friends and it was pretty popular. I've always loved this haircut because it's pure style. It was iconic! Love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-352710373976951425?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/352710373976951425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=352710373976951425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/352710373976951425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/352710373976951425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-rachel.html' title='Day 3- The Rachel'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9JtYbmKR-U/TYOw6EtrGbI/AAAAAAAAACs/OZtQHK0bBbM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8625223575606712029</id><published>2011-03-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:23:55.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2- The Bob</title><content type='html'>Tell us about your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Well that was easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the significance of the Bob, you might ask? It was my very first haircut :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8625223575606712029?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8625223575606712029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8625223575606712029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8625223575606712029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8625223575606712029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-bob.html' title='Day 2- The Bob'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8546979060940624887</id><published>2011-03-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:09:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - The Mullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KplzFWL20BE/TYK9mZ2KH0I/AAAAAAAAACk/adtD9650Dos/s1600/IMGP5328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585234955363557186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KplzFWL20BE/TYK9mZ2KH0I/AAAAAAAAACk/adtD9650Dos/s320/IMGP5328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay world, here I go! I'm about to start my 30 Day Blog Challenge. I will admit I am a little nervous because I just started a 30 Day Picture Challenge on Facebook. So pretty much I'm feeling....challenged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna write what I know. And I know hair. I love it. I love the challenge it gives me. (Though I complain about it at times.... ;) Therefore I will name my blog posts after different hairstyles that I love. ....Or love to hate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mullet. If you know me, you know that I always have something to say when I see a mullet walking around. But here's a little secret. I love them. And I think that whoever started it was a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Day 1 A photo of you and how your day was&lt;br /&gt; (See above for photo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a pretty okay day. I went to the gas station and got a Coke Zero. Raise the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Props if you know where that quote came from!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8546979060940624887?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8546979060940624887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8546979060940624887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8546979060940624887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8546979060940624887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-mullet.html' title='Day 1 - The Mullet'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KplzFWL20BE/TYK9mZ2KH0I/AAAAAAAAACk/adtD9650Dos/s72-c/IMGP5328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-344945753505309026</id><published>2011-03-10T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:39:09.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. I love reading, but never have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. I wish I could get away with sweats and my morning hair EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Pie is a really important food group to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. I love my friends and family more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. I love my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Laughing is my favorite thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. I like to go out to dinner just for the dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. I could watch Runaway Bride over and over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. My favorite color is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. Poetry is my escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;xoxoxo, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-344945753505309026?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/344945753505309026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=344945753505309026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/344945753505309026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/344945753505309026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-top-10.html' title='My top 10'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1982033254064199542</id><published>2011-02-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:25:30.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time (Tanka)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the first time here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel so proud to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish you felt too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That way about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;--Lisha Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1982033254064199542?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1982033254064199542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1982033254064199542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1982033254064199542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1982033254064199542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-tanka.html' title='First Time (Tanka)'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-2132569404529458851</id><published>2011-02-05T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:57:46.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.--Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I came upon this quote recently (Like 5 minutes ago) and for some reason it is speaking to me.  So often we think that courage is fighting back, and retaliating. But how often do we all have courage to listen to someone say something that could hurt really bad? I think we do it more than we realize. Why? I know I do it because I have a big heart. I care alot about people and would rather hear the truth first, than a lie later. I would rather live in this moment than worry about the next. And sometimes, that's really hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With being away from home, I have alot of time to just sit and think. I've been thinking about the person that I hope I am. I hope I'm the type of person peopl want to be around. I hope I'm the type of person that people say they are proud to know. I want to be an example. I want to be loved. I want to love in return, and I think I do. It's crazy what a little alone time will do. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being here, and being a semi adult has really opened my eyes to things around me. I'm so glad that I know who I am and that I know that God has a bigger plan for me than I probably even realize. I'm grateful that he has blessed me with this body, this personality, and this heart. I know I'm not perfect by any means and I try constantly to improve. But right now, I'm good enough for me. And that will just have to do right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxox Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-2132569404529458851?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/2132569404529458851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=2132569404529458851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2132569404529458851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/2132569404529458851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/02/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4017926861203365856</id><published>2011-01-25T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:30:15.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;Me without you is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;So please hold my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4017926861203365856?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4017926861203365856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4017926861203365856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4017926861203365856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4017926861203365856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/01/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-8258696847233307708</id><published>2011-01-20T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:59:10.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Why can't I just say&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to say&lt;br /&gt;You are astounding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-8258696847233307708?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/8258696847233307708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=8258696847233307708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8258696847233307708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/8258696847233307708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6389203720790414205</id><published>2011-01-18T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:58:53.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm in my second week here at beautiful USU-CEU and I'm kind of in love with it. I'm really lucky to have such wonderful friends already who have greatly touched my life more than they know. I love that with them there is no drama and I can talk to them about anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are there some people who can't stand to see others happy? That have to bring others down to make themselves feel better. Why can't we be honest without hurting someone's feelings. I try to answer this on a daily basis. I've only come up with one answer. YOU CAN'T MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY! I've tried, and I have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person that wants everyone to like me. But I realized the other day that I would rather be disliked for being real, that loved for being fake. I can't stand it. I think we should all learn to take constructive criticism for what it is...CONSTRUCTIVE. It isn't meant to hurt feelings or to backstab. It's meant to be a tool to use to make yourself better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life and I love each and every one of you that have been in it. I'm truly blessed Stay Beautiful :) You know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Lisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6389203720790414205?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6389203720790414205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6389203720790414205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6389203720790414205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6389203720790414205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/01/really.html' title='REALLY?!'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-1616600331727882895</id><published>2011-01-11T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:45:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All at once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I just moved out for school. And right now I'm completely in love with life!!! I feel like I really belong here. I feel like it's okay to be , and that people who are just meeting me genuinely like the person I am. I never knew that could be so fulfilling. I love being just in charge of myself. I love the experiences that I'm having and the friendships I have. It's gonna be a great semester!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To all my family and friends that made this possible THANK YOU! I MISS YOU ALREADY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xoxo, Lisha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-1616600331727882895?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/1616600331727882895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=1616600331727882895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1616600331727882895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/1616600331727882895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-at-once.html' title='All at once'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4727328090877082755</id><published>2011-01-02T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:33:21.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want</title><content type='html'>Don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Yes I do. It's you.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4727328090877082755?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4727328090877082755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4727328090877082755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4727328090877082755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4727328090877082755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-want.html' title='What I want'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-176492399791767568</id><published>2010-12-29T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:55:28.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but this time of year (New Years) ALWAYS bums me out. My best best best friend Arryn was like "I love it. It's a time to start all over. A fresh start." And she's probably right. :) But in my mind it's like "It's over." So what can I do, to make myself excited about the new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm kind of freaking out to be honest. I'm excited, and scared....nervous and confident. What does this new chapter in my life bring? I don't know. But I'm ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-176492399791767568?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/176492399791767568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=176492399791767568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/176492399791767568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/176492399791767568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2010/12/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-6773243233008464006</id><published>2010-12-07T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:04:04.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm just the best friend. The one everyone can talk to. I don't even mind! I love having best friends to talk to about anything. To have those inside jokes with. The ones who laugh for no reason, but to laugh. But once in awhile, I would like to be the leading lady. The pretty one. The one who gets noticed. I wanna be the one someone gets nervous around, who stumbles over his words. Whose lips were meant to say my name. And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's that huge of a request. To be noticed, that is. To have someone want us the way we want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this is all that I focus on, because it isn't. I have a life! But when everyone around is in like with someone, it gets me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox, Lisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-6773243233008464006?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/6773243233008464006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=6773243233008464006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6773243233008464006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/6773243233008464006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-3234259742847137515</id><published>2010-12-04T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:57:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>I am a puzzle&lt;br /&gt;And you have a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-3234259742847137515?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/3234259742847137515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=3234259742847137515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3234259742847137515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/3234259742847137515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2010/12/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-4566702454507968420</id><published>2010-11-30T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:44:25.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnowMan Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am a snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Looking for a snow-woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flakes are all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Get it?! Like snowflakes!!! I'm so funny sometimes ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-4566702454507968420?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/4566702454507968420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=4566702454507968420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4566702454507968420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/4566702454507968420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowman-haiku.html' title='SnowMan Haiku'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213160574336451709.post-5964171610438534474</id><published>2010-11-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:15:30.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So today I went to Temple Square and watched the lights turn on for the first time. I've been there before during the Christmas season, seen the beautiful and intricate design, and went home feeling all festive and warm and fuzzy. But this year, for me, was different. I was there when they actually turned it on....I saw the red Christmas tree light up. I saw the glimmer of the red lights bouncing off the snow. I saw Christmas today. I saw my breath today. I felt coldness on my face. I saw preciousness. I saw the Gospel in it's fullness as Sister Missionaries were telling people about Christ's love for them. I saw a nativity and wanted to stare at it all night.  I think about Last December...and honestly how much it hurt my heart. I didn't want this Christmas to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But tonight, it sparked something inside of me. Something peaceful. Something real. I want to feek like that all the time. And feel what I felt tonight. I want this to be the December I remember from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;XOXO, Lisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213160574336451709-5964171610438534474?l=lishkishbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/feeds/5964171610438534474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213160574336451709&amp;postID=5964171610438534474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5964171610438534474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213160574336451709/posts/default/5964171610438534474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lishkishbish.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauty.html' title='Beauty.'/><author><name>LishKishBish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908302092909765889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDbHhHjd5aM/TN-f0Cq_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/k5rp53NEZ6Y/S220/10-31-07_1852%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
